Dionysus
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Apr 9, 2021
It couldn’t have been more than a could of years before the world as everyone knew it changed. A disease had plagued the globe, killing of millions in a mere matter of weeks. Haru could still remember the panicking, the fear that lingered everywhere you went. It wasn’t until the finally figured out the ‘cure’, did the world begin to adapt to overcome it and to prevent any more deaths in the future. Those of a larger weight seemed immune, uneffected, not even slightly ill by the virus. There was however a small minority who were naturally immune, though for the rest of the population it seemed weight gain was there only way if survival. And just like that, the world seemed to change over night. Everything had become tailored to meet this new expectations to gain weight, fast food restaurants’ prices dropped significantly and began popping up everywhere, gyms began fewer and fewer, schools, work places everywhere had become tailored to those of a bigger weight, people were given promotions and higher pay based on their weight, not their overall performance.
That was how Haru had climbed his way up to the top of FF Entertainment. He’d started off small, quite literally, he had been a scrawny thing, a very high risk for the disease; in fact, it was considered a miracle by many he’d even survived. He’d gotten himself a job as one of their lower ranks, working in a restaurant and serving those who worked and lived here food. After all, their company specialised in promoting the new idea of fat as the new beauty standard, something people should strive towards. So, it had become the perfect spot for…well, fatties. Spas, restaurants, spacious rooms, etc. He’d been scouted however, rather luckily, and before Haru knew it, he was an executive. Fame, money, and food had been handed right to him. Haru’s job was promotion just like everyone else here, though he made videos to his adoring fans, as instructed by his superiors, and had fast accumulated millions of subscribers. In just over a year, people had been scrambling to book him for modelling gigs, public appearances, you name it.
Though, it had come at the price of his slim frame. Haru hardly resembled what he looked like before, just under 150 pounds when he first started, his weight had grown to ridiculous amounts. He was massive, to put it simply, a product of FF entertainment’s indoctrination and a symbol of what people should strive to become. His whole body was covered in soft, plump fat, the biggest part of his massive frame was his belly, which hung low and practically slapped against his thick legs as he made pathetic attempts to waddle around. His arms, legs, even his face was covered with plush, his cheeks puffed outwards and his pudgy face sat atop a thick double chin. Not only his physical state had changed, but his mental too, dumbed down to a bratty, greedy product of his company, addicted to the fats and calories in food, the feeling of becoming full.
Each feedee who worked at FF entertainment had a person feeding coach, after all they weren’t allowed any romantic relationships, his coach was all he had. But recently, Haru had become tired of it, grown sick of not getting any real affection. He wanted love, not the lies his coach told him just to get him to make profit. But of course, the company wouldn’t allow it. Haru was their best ‘product’ as they said, they couldn’t give him out for free. And so, he’d started acting out. Refusing to shoot videos, not eating as much as he used to, not showing up to modelling gigs. You name it, he was being a brat. Unfortunately, today his coach wasn’t having it, and Haru had been dragged from his accommodation down to the middle floor to eat, not that he was happy about it. The pair hadnt been sat for long before the fighting had started, the two going back and forth at each other, screaming and snapping. Haru wasn’t eating, and his coach really looked ready to break. The bratty male folded his arms, huffing as the other tried to push a plate of food towards him. Haru only continued to whine and yell
That was how Haru had climbed his way up to the top of FF Entertainment. He’d started off small, quite literally, he had been a scrawny thing, a very high risk for the disease; in fact, it was considered a miracle by many he’d even survived. He’d gotten himself a job as one of their lower ranks, working in a restaurant and serving those who worked and lived here food. After all, their company specialised in promoting the new idea of fat as the new beauty standard, something people should strive towards. So, it had become the perfect spot for…well, fatties. Spas, restaurants, spacious rooms, etc. He’d been scouted however, rather luckily, and before Haru knew it, he was an executive. Fame, money, and food had been handed right to him. Haru’s job was promotion just like everyone else here, though he made videos to his adoring fans, as instructed by his superiors, and had fast accumulated millions of subscribers. In just over a year, people had been scrambling to book him for modelling gigs, public appearances, you name it.
Though, it had come at the price of his slim frame. Haru hardly resembled what he looked like before, just under 150 pounds when he first started, his weight had grown to ridiculous amounts. He was massive, to put it simply, a product of FF entertainment’s indoctrination and a symbol of what people should strive to become. His whole body was covered in soft, plump fat, the biggest part of his massive frame was his belly, which hung low and practically slapped against his thick legs as he made pathetic attempts to waddle around. His arms, legs, even his face was covered with plush, his cheeks puffed outwards and his pudgy face sat atop a thick double chin. Not only his physical state had changed, but his mental too, dumbed down to a bratty, greedy product of his company, addicted to the fats and calories in food, the feeling of becoming full.
Each feedee who worked at FF entertainment had a person feeding coach, after all they weren’t allowed any romantic relationships, his coach was all he had. But recently, Haru had become tired of it, grown sick of not getting any real affection. He wanted love, not the lies his coach told him just to get him to make profit. But of course, the company wouldn’t allow it. Haru was their best ‘product’ as they said, they couldn’t give him out for free. And so, he’d started acting out. Refusing to shoot videos, not eating as much as he used to, not showing up to modelling gigs. You name it, he was being a brat. Unfortunately, today his coach wasn’t having it, and Haru had been dragged from his accommodation down to the middle floor to eat, not that he was happy about it. The pair hadnt been sat for long before the fighting had started, the two going back and forth at each other, screaming and snapping. Haru wasn’t eating, and his coach really looked ready to break. The bratty male folded his arms, huffing as the other tried to push a plate of food towards him. Haru only continued to whine and yell