A Rewritten Life - Part 7

It’d been three weeks since Garcia had gone to Sal’s condo for his first feeding video. Since then, Sal had help Garcia get back on his feet, both figuratively and literally. They renovated Garcia’s apartment, set up a modest studio, and created Garcia’s online profile and patron sites.

The response was almost immediate. Sal helped there as well by advertising Garcia’s new online presence, and in the span of a day he’d gone from zero to over 4,000 subscribers. Many were already demanding they pay for Garcia’s food in order to watch him eat it live on camera, which Garcia was only too happy to oblige.

That was Garcia’s bread and butter content, but for special subscribers, he made extra special content. Some videos were just of the massively obese man playing with his many rolls and folds, picking up and sloshing his belly at the camera (or at least, as much as Garcia could hold anyways). Some showcased the enormous struggle it was for Garcia to jack off, how his gut was so heavy that it was almost impossible to get himself off before his arm got too tired and his whole body just sloshed forward and swallowed up his genitals. 

Still others showed how Garcia had gotten creative with that particular problem. With his entire cock basically encased in flab, it was possible to give himself the necessary stimulation just by applying some lube and jiggling himself strategically. One video had Garcia playing with his tits and shifting in his seat, and after a few minutes, a stream of white cum could be seen pouring out from his fat-encased crotch.

It was from those more explicit videos that Garcia got most of his cash. Enough in fact that he could call it his career. A month ago he’d have never guessed he’d basically become a streaming porn star, but he couldn’t deny how happy he was with the arrangement.

Today was going to be a special day. One of Sal’s feeder friends was going to come over for an on-camera session, and if the chemistry was there, Garcia was hoping to get fucked. 

But first, a little shower session. The renovations added some definite necessities for Garcia’s new size, including a seat and a shower bar. A removable shower head helped in reaching most spots, but several nozzles that ran up the full length of the wall helped reach Garcia’s legs and feet. 

And like almost every room in his house, Sal had rigged it up with cameras such that Garcia could host a live show and reveal just how much of a chore it was to wash himself down. Lots of people really liked seeing him in such an intimate, vulnerable, and yet strangely mundane setting. But he also understood it--after all, how else would folks be able to see underneath his belly or tit folds other than when he’s lifting them up for a scrub?

Still, much like most of his daily chores, showering was exhausting. Getting up and sitting down, lifting his anatomy bits at a time, and bending to scrub and rinse--it was all a huge endeavor for a man of his size. Which meant he could really go for a snack.

No sooner had Garcia gotten out of the shower and had begun the equally laborious process of toweling himself down (which required several towels, of course) did Sal’s friend Jacob knock on his door. 

Jacob was a feeder, and like many feeders, enjoyed the contrast in his subjects. While Garcia was a mountain of lard, Jacob was a tower of almost pure muscle. He was also hung like a mule, a fact that Garcia had found out courtesy of an older video from Sal, and one that would that he was hoping would come in handy for plumbing Garcia’s enlarged depths.

He also enjoyed derogatory pet names for his feedees, although he said them with a smile and without a hint of malice. “Hey there, fat boy. Ready to pack on some extra pounds?”

Garcia was, and led Jacob to the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist which didn’t actually meet at the back and did little more than cover a sliver of his midsection and groin. Nothing was actually visible as Garcia’s apron already did a fine job of concealing his nether region, but he’d found that fans still enjoyed the “reveal” nonetheless.

Jacob had brought ice cream, donuts, and other pastries, which he began gently placing in Garcia’s mouth one by one. Garcia, now a professional eater, was more than capable of chewing and swallowing fast enough to maintain Jacob’s placement rate. Garcia’s hands began playing with his tits while Jacob’s free hand explored Garcia’s vast acreage, pausing to pinch grab a fist of flab every once in a while.

“Damn, you’ve really let yourself go, huh? Jacob asked. Garcia answered by swallowing an eclair.