[Second Person, Femdom, Encouragement, Scat, Extra Large Weight Gain]

You were a NEET: Not in Employment. Not in Education. Not in Training. Essentially, you were a waste of space. A blight upon the society that you were born into. And you understood that it was all your fault. You had made some honest mistakes that spiraled out of control. Right up until the moment you ended up here. Wasting away at home, only wandering out now and then to make sure that you had more food to gobble down your gluttonous mouth.

You were.

Then you met her. The richest girl in town. You didn't really know her name, and even know you don't know her name. All you know was that you ended up bumping into her during a trip to the local supermarket, and you accidently let out a gross fart while you did so. You could remember that much, even if the experience was a bit of a blur.

You expected her to mock you. You expected her to make fun of you and call you disgusting. Instead, she showed her true colors. And you felt a tongue push against your asshole for the very first time. You let out a cry of surprise, as that tender muscle started to scrape away at the layer of filth that had built up from your inability to properly wash yourself. Why was she doing this?

"Hmmm... Yes, yes! This is what I've been looking for!"

She was too enthused about something like this. That's what you thought back then. Now, if you were back there in your current state, you might've thought differently. Especially since Princess' tongue was still so small back then... Especially since you were still so small back then.

"It's decided. You, fatty, my beloved hunk of man meat! You're going to be my lover from now on!"

Princess declared something so absurd. You really weren't sure if she was being serious. Was all of this some absurd kind of prank? Either way, you tried to use what little social skills you had to apologize for your filth, thinking that she wasn't serious.

Which was when your dear Princess spanked your ass for the first time, and kissed you right on that mouth of yours. With the same dirty mouth she had just licked your ass with. It was a filthy kiss. From a filthy rich girl that you only just met.

"No apologizing, hubby! Men don't apologize, they throw their weight around and get what they want! You want me, don't you? Come on, say yes, you know you want me!"

Princess was pushy. And she was adorable. A bright-eyed blonde girl who wore the most formal kinds of clothes. She wore a damn dress to the supermarket for goodness sake. Frills and everything, like she was ready to go to a formal ball. And yet here she was. Actively licking your dirty hole. Kissing a filthy thing like you. And asking you if you wanted her, like you were already partners.

All you could do was nod. And looking back on it, that was the action that sealed your fate...

Everything after that happened so fast. She took you home to her manor. The place you've spent most of your days since then. How long has it been? Weeks? Months? You weren't sure. And you didn't have a good way to measure time any longer, since she made sure that you wouldn't need to worry about time. The only time that mattered to her was the time you spent with her.

You learned about her name when she took you home. She was an heiress, a very powerful one. But she didn't use that power to benefit the world. Nor anybody else but her... And you. You were her beloved. Her pride and joy. And she would make sure that you got cared for. You got groomed into being the very best hubby that you possibly could.

That name eventually faded. Especially when she started calling herself 'Daddy's little Princess.'. She definitely had a complex, not that you really cared. You liked calling her Princess. Because that's what she was in your mind. A powerful and beautiful girl who knew what she wanted and could get it, just like the spoiled girls of yore.

As for you. You knew what she said. And yet you weren't sure what she was doing to you actually matched what she was telling you. Because it certainly didn't seem like she was making you the best.

Your weight tripled in a matter of days. From a disrespectful 200ish pounds, all the way up to the six hundreds. And you could absolutely tell that you were that heavy. Because your dad gut had spread far and wide across your form. Transforming from a simple gut, into a full layer of fat. How many inches of fat? You weren't really sure. You weren't good at the whole math thing, much less geometry. All you knew was that you were fat. And especially so.

But no matter how fat you got, Princess was there for you. In fact, she was the one that went through the trouble of catering to you with all sorts of expensive dishes and desserts. Which was probably all for the sake of making you grow this huge. But you didn't mind. Because she was the very first girl that had loved somebody like you. No matter how toxic her love was, it was still love. And as a former NEET, you were more than happy to enjoy the touch of somebody that loved you.

"You're so manly... Ahhh... Grow bigger, bigger! I want my man to be the very manliest in the whole world!"

She would keep telling you those things as she filled you up. Spoonfeeding you, and then handfeeding you when your mouth got to the point where it could open all the way. Even though you were packing on the pounds, and gaining quintuple chins... You were still able to open your mouth. Because she still wanted you to chew. She didn't want to blend up all that she had made for you, because you slurping it down wouldn't be as adorable...

That didn't mean you were free from liquid treatments though. Every night, after she had spent most of the day making sure that you got your meals and you could watch your favorite shows, which gradually got replaced with more and more POV porn of hot girls that seemed eerily like Princess, she flipped you over and performed the same ritual.

First, she removed the plug that she had stuffed into you. That massive plug that was training your hole. You were made to clench around that big rubber plug for what felt like an eternity every day. And you could definitely feel your hole clinging to it, even suckling on it like a baby would its pacifier. It felt so good. But it also kept you incredibly pent up. Which was also something she loved, given how hard your tummy became and how manly that tough look was.

After you were freed from your training tool clogging up your hole, next came all the gas that you had been building. Though you definitely burped and belched throughout the day, she made sure to feed you foods that made extra thick noxious gasses whenever they got digested. And since you were blocked most of the day, those things were stuck inside your colon. So as soon as the plug was pulled out, the warm filthy air came rushing out.

For several minutes on end, you let out the most disgusting gasses known to man. The orchestra of brass that echoed from your hole was so loud that it could no doubt be heard from the moon, at least that's what you kept thinking every time it happened. You never got used to it, but it was not discomforting or anything. You loved it, in fact.

Especially because Princess was always there. That filth-loving girlfriend of yours. She pushed her head up against your extra fat asscheeks, those piggy cheeks that were always parted by the size of your hole... And she let all of that filthy air pour over her, blasting away at her beauty.

It didn't matter if she was being slammed in the face by specs of shit. It didn't matter that she was being sprayed with even fouler scents than a skunk could put out. What mattered was that she was being marked by her big manly hubby. His stench, your stench, was a symbol of your love. Of course she'd want to smell like you. It was like her deodorant. And she loved the burning feel inside her whenever she inhaled it. She could feel so much of her body coming alive when she smelled you...

Once your bedroom was filled with your noxious fumes, and another maid would have to turn in her notice to avoid falling victim to the long term effects of exposure to your military grade stink... Then came the next bowel movement. Unfortunately, Princess was not depraved enough to the point where she would actually consume all the filth inside you. That was too much for somebody like her.

But she still helped you. And it got easier and easier every night. Because she shoved a massive vacuum tube into your hole, and just let the suction do everything. You didn't even need to push. You knew you couldn't either way, because the way she plugged you up meant that you were rendered constipated even after all the gas was released.

The suction was exactly what you needed. As soon as you felt that suction, everything inside you loosened. And the tube started to bulge as it slurped up the entire length of the worm that was your pent up filth. That long unbroken turd, slurped up and deposited somewhere. Knowing Princess, probably somewhere public. The common folk didn't matter. No, you were the only one that mattered.

Once your belly was emptied out, once you had been thoroughly vacuumed and nothing remained inside your hole, it was time for the personal grooming. And like always, Princess would use her tongue. Pressing it up against your donut hole. Pushing it up against that extremely thick ring that she had made you develop. It was thanks to her love and everything that she put you through that it was able to grow this big. So extremely chewable. She loved it and would always bite into it, and you loved it too, given the liquids that started to pour down your thigh whenever she did this.

She licked it all clean. No matter how much had managed to stick to it. The finer specs were fine to swallow, just not the big mess that she had to get out of you. And every time, she managed to get you cleaned to the point where your ring was actually shiny, the light from up above reflecting on all the spittle she left coating your hole.

Princess was thorough. And she was beyond horny, always cumming at the sight of your hole gushing like her pussy did. Because she had groomed your manly hole to be the only way you could truly climax. After all, she completely neglected your front.

Even now, you weren't sure if you actually still had your cock. She had locked it away at some point. And now, you came with your ass. Ejaculating like a woman would. But that was still the manliest way to cum. And you didn't say a word against it. Because you really did love it. It felt so good, especially as your plug thrust in and out of you whenever you watched those porn videos that were filled with imagery of her.

The last step on your evening routine was filling you back up. She was never satisfied with how big you were. Even though you were a piece of manly meat that was almost impossible to beat, she always wanted you to be manlier. Which was why she stuffed a pump into your stomach.

In the span of a few minutes, a mystery substance was pumped into you. You never did see how it was made. You just knew that it was thick enough to leave you bloated, and it ended up growing throughout the night. You never felt like you were empty, and yet at the same time your stomach always craved more food. It was horrible... If not for Princess being there to make sure that you were properly cared for. If not for Princess making sure that every single need that you had was met.

Sometimes. When she stuffed the new plug into you, that your ass immediately started to suckle on like a needy baby suckling on a pacifier that would calm it down... The thought of her obsessiveness entered your mind. You started to think... Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be like this. You thought, and you thought...

And then, like always, she would make those thoughts pop. Because she spanked her hubby. Right on his massive fat asscheeks. It was her way of wishing you goodnight, when paired with the kiss on your lips.

You forgot everything you were worried about. And then you fell into a deep slumber, not waking until you needed to eat breakfast.

That was the routine you were stuck in. A routine that would slowly make you bigger and bigger, without a chance to truly slip out of it.

At least, you thought you were stuck in it. But Princess was always full of surprises. And sometimes, she decided that you needed to go out. Not because you needed fresh air or anything, goodness no. You were her big filthy hubby that always stank. You were a menace to the environment, and no amount of open air would help that.

The reason she brought you out was because she needed to show off her hubby. Usually at big formal arrangements. Parties that were meant for people that were a lot richer than you. People that were a lot more formal than you. And despite everything she had done to you, she thought it was a good idea to bring you. Even though you stood against everything that the rich and powerful did. You were a NEET, after all. Before she picked you up, you were the kind of person they exploited for their gain.

And yet you still found yourself dressed to impress. You didn't know how she was able to find a proper suit for you, nor did you know how she was able to get the maids to endure dressing you. But you were forced out of bed, and forced into a formal suit. Made to dress appropriately for the party, despite the fact that every single button and every single inch of this suit was about to break. And yet you were able to handle it. You were able to appear ever slightly formal.

Not that it was hard to. You just thought it was hard. Because that's how you had been groomed. By the time that you were made to go out like this, you had long since abandoned the thought of doing anything yourself. You sustained yourself on nothing but eating the food that Princess gave you, and cumming with your ass whenever you watched the films she showed you. Thin women, all looking like her, worshiping the fat mountain they called their hubby, always making sure to make him shit so hard he couldn't help but cum. There were many different variants, none of them showing the way that the fat bastard actually used his cock...

At this point, you weighed about... Two... tons..? That's something she said. But of course you weren't sure. You didn't really care either way. You were just happy that she was happy. Nothing else mattered. And since she liked how you looked in a suit, then you decided that you liked how you looked. No matter how absurd it was.

It was also absurd to see you in general. You couldn't use your legs, as the muscles in them had atrophied. They were merely for visual effect. Instead, you were pushed along by your Princess. Pushed on that wonderful trolley that she had on hand at all times. The fact that she was somehow still strong enough to push you at this point was enough to make your ass cum. Ah... She was the one and only that would make you feel this happy. And she really did do everything for you, no matter how absurd the need was.

Everyone stared at you when you arrived. Because of course they did. You were a massive ball of fat masquerading as a human. Why would they not think you were weird? And yet they didn't say anything. Nor did they treat you as if you were that out of the ordinary. It was just because you were big, so naturally they stared towards you.

There were many that tried to strike up a conversation with you. But you couldn't use your mouth for anything except eating. The finer details of using your lips to enunciate had also eroded away. So your Princess talked on your behalf. Turning away any potential suitors.

That's right. There were suitors. There were more than Princess that loved your size. Was this the truth of the ultra rich? Did they really love manly men like you? You couldn't believe it... And it didn't really seem like it was only girls that were into you. There were several men that were as well. Some older, some younger. Some bigger, some smaller. It was... It was strange, being the center of attention.

But it seemed like your Princess wasn't too happy with how popular you were. She wasn't angry at you, far from it. She loved that you were popular, but not that people kept coming close. So instead, she made a power play. Something that would show that you weren't for anybody else but her. You didn't know what it might be though. You just felt the trolley moving...

You found yourself on a stage. And you could feel your ass getting spanked like before. The explosive sound of your body vibrating in response to that spank brought everyone's eyes on you. And you felt shame once more. Shame from sharing this kind of privacy in public.

The shame didn't last. Not while your Princess was there. No, she knew how to handle all this. And it all revolved around the same way that she had met you.

Everyone. Every single rich person invited to this party. They all saw it. How your Princess made love to your extremely thick hole. Lapping it up with her thick tongue, that had grown bigger thanks to how thoroughly she had used it. How you ended up letting your pants tear open so everyone could see your hole, as well as the plug that was stuffed into it.

You moaned. You kept on moaning the more she did this. What else could you do? Princess had groomed you to be like this. She had groomed you to be so sensitive to her and her tongue. And so you moaned. Over and over and over.

The stares didn't stop. Nor did her treatment. She just kept on giving you the love that you deserved. And you kept on cumming. The plug in your ass struggling to truly stay in there, all thanks to the lubricating cum that squeezed out between it and the walls of your hole. You were this close to blowing apart. Blowing open and just letting it all out. And admittedly, you weren't sure if it was going to be okay. Could all these rich people... These lessers, when compared to your beloved Princess... Could they handle it?

All it took was another spank from your beloved. And you knew. They didn't matter. The only one that mattered to you was your Princess. Just like you were the only one that mattered to her. So you braced yourself...

And you pushed.

This single move, this single show of masculinity since the moment that she began to groom you, set a chain reaction into motion. All thanks to everything that had been pumped into you the night before.

First, the plug that your hole suckled on was launched out at a speed that was almost impossible to measure, smashing straight through a window. Bringing in the cold air, the fresh air that was uncontaminated by yours.

Not that it would stay that way for long. Because as soon as the plug had left you, then came the foul stench. The intense flow of disgusting gasses forcing their way out of your hole. Replacing all the air that the other rich idiots were breathing, as well as having plenty of it flood its way out into the open air, all of it dripping into the skies above. Your filth would contaminate the clouds... And you didn't care. Because the clouds weren't your Princess.

Just like before. Just as always. You felt the shit clogging your stomach. But your Princess wanted you to show off your manhood. So you pushed like before. You pushed as hard as you could...

And it just started flowing. You didn't know when it truly started, nor when it was going to stop. But you could feel a serpent of filth, the same size as your entire intestine, forcing its way out of you. Snaking around, slithering like the mess that it was. It was even worse than the filthy fog that was gathering in the hall, and it just kept on pouring out.

You weren't sure if it was hurting anybody. Smothering them, wrapping around them, or otherwise burying them. Because you didn't care. You just wanted it out. You pushed and pushed, until it felt like there was nothing left. And then you pushed again, until there was nothing left...

The hall was a mess. You couldn't truly see it, because your vision had blurred due to all the orgasms that had poured through you while you shat out the world serpent of shit. But you knew that the floor was practically covered. And with all that shit being poured out, you knew what came next.

Just like before. Just like always. Your Princess lapped up your hole. She kissed it. She licked it. She loved it. As she had always done. She loved every inch of your manly hole, and she was going to show that no amount of shit was going to stop her from doing so.

The stunned crowd watched her. Watched the kind of obsessed devotion that she held towards you. And slowly but surely, you both heard clapping echoing out around you. You heard the cheers that were quite absurd to hear. But you loved them nonetheless. Because they were wonderful cheers. They were exactly what you needed to hear.

They confirmed one thing to both of you. None of them were anywhere near as filthy as you. But today, that would change. The women that had seen your Princess now understood what true manliness was, and how they had to worship those that had it. And the men, those scrawny men that were lacking true manliness... They knew what they had to do to become the men that they needed to be. And those that couldn't, they knew how to worship them. Just like the women. Just like Princess.

You had once been a NEET. Filth. Waste of space. So many things. Now? You were the sole cause of the world being pulled down to your level. All because of a fateful bump at a simple supermarket, and the reveal that the girl you bumped into was beyond crazy. All because she wanted to make you even manlier than you were now.

And as she kissed your hole, affirming her love for you... You couldn't be happier...