1.

Santa Monica, California, 18th February 2049. A now immobile forty two year old, Shawn Stringer, sits naked in a hot tub in his penthouse apartment and office complex overlooking the Pacific ocean. He is being interviewed by Brianna Button, the long time gainer correspondent for the LA Times. Shawn arranged the interview himself in an attempt to head off yet another TV documentary claiming to “unveil the truth behind the Surplus,” that was due to air that evening. He had always disliked Brianna immensely but as a long-term reporter on his activities he felt like he knew how to handle her. For Brianna’s part she had kind of gotten used to the 800 lbs monster whom she had built a career off. She knew deep down that he was problematic yet she was also partly thankful to Shawn and had grown used to him on a personal level.

 

“How are you today, Shawn?”

 

“816 lbs. Three more than yesterday.”

 

This was his usual response to any enquiries about his well being. For Shawn Stringer the only way to measure how good a day was, or how happy he was, was by measuring how much he’d gained. No other metric was necessary.

 

“Congratulations,” she said.

 

“Thanks, yesterday was a difficult day given all this new documentary bullshit. I hope to do much better today.” He didn’t ask how she was.

 

Brianna removed her shoes and sat on the edge of the hot tub with her feet dangling in, the water was lukewarm, nowhere near the recommended hundred degrees. She guessed that was due to his size and the risk of heart attacks but knew better than to comment on it.

 

“I’m guessing that’s why you want to talk to me today? To counteract the negative publicity? You know that I don’t do that. I’m a balanced reporter, not one of your PR tools.”

 

“Why would I have a problem with fair and balanced? There’s only one truth here, there always ever has been. I’m sick and tired of the same old lies and bullshit being repeatedly brought up every few years. It’s the same public health agenda dickheads trying to put a new spin on the same lies that they have failed to prove again and again. I’m the victim here.”

 

“Forgive me Shawn, but you don’t look like much of a victim. You’re the rich and very fat owner of a multi-billion dollar industry. Your followers worship you.”

 

“Now you’re doing it. Implying that the Surplus is some sort of cult. By me I meant we. Fat people are still constantly being maligned decade after decade. We just want to be left alone and allowed to grow in peace without any government interference. It’s our right.”

 

“Is that what the programme said? That the government should intervene to limit people’s ability to gain? I haven’t seen a preview of it. I’m guessing they sent you a copy?”

“They did and yes, that’s their conclusion. They propose a maximum average weight limit for all children and young people based on supposedly healthy BMI levels. Anyone over that level would be automatically referred to a doctor and weight loss professionals. Let’s be clear, by that they mean weight loss camps for kids. Enforced exercise and camp attendance. They’re fucking Nazis! And they paint me as the bad guy!!”

 

“That’s not going to happen though, is it?”

 

“Well you say that, and heres the bit that you’re gonna wanna know; according to our sources the fucking Democrats are going to propose the policy tomorrow morning! They’ve called a press conference for 10 am. You fucking check that yourself!”

 

“You can’t be serious?”

 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious! They’re gonna declare all out war on us. It’s what they do. They’re gonna restrict us and then eventually ban us, just like they did with guns. They’re utterly un-American!”

 

“Ok, well I’ll check that out. Thanks for letting me know ahead of the game. This will be a great scoop for me. So what do you want in return? What have you got to say about it?”

 

“That’s it’s fucking bullshit!”

 

“Hmm, come on now. You do and always have encouraged the fattening up of people from a young age. That’s detrimental to people’s health, especially young people who may not yet appreciate the consequences of rapid weight gain. You can’t possibly deny that? It’s what your whole organisation is about.”

 

“That’s fucking untrue and you know it. We have never encouraged anyone to eat more than they want to. Every American has the right to eat as much as they want. It’s a personal decision. How on Earth can you tell anyone that they no longer feel hungry!? Everyone has a right to eat until they decide that they are full.”

 

“Even a five year old?”

 

“Even a fucking one year old! Human rights apply to everyone. There’s a fucking UN charter on that shit. No one has the right to deny any individual the right to choose what and how much they eat. Not their parents and certainly not the fucking government!”

 

“But what about the health consequences?”

 

“There are no health consequences! Fat is a perfectly healthy and natural state. If God didn’t want us to be fat then he wouldn’t’ve invented it.”

 

“But Shawn, that’s not true. Just look at how many of your own friends and colleagues have already died. Jake passed seven years ago now, and then there’s also Terry Tompson. Both from your inner circle. Dozens of prominent gainers have died prematurely, and let’s not forget that kid at the camp who first brought us together. He was only seventeen for God’s sake!”

 

“Genetic weaknesses. Nothing to do with their size.”

 

“Whatever. Let’s not go any further into that argument, we know we’re never going to agree. What’s your plan to counteract the Democratic proposal?”

 

“I will inform you of that when the time is right, but believe me we are going to fight this with every inch of our overhangs! This law will never come to pass! We’ve beaten these cunts before and we’ll do it again”

 

“So you will fight them in the courts?”

 

“I’ll fight them on the fucking beaches if I have to!!”

 

“Ok Winston, calm down.”

 

“Nazi’s I tell you. No better than fucking Nazis! Nothing but anti-fat, anti-American, size-ist, Neo-Nazis that want to round us up and put us in camps in order to force us to lose weight! You can fucking print that! That’s my official response.”

 

“Ok, I think we’re done now. I will make your opposition to the proposals well known in my piece.”

 

“This evening,” Shawn stated. “It has to go out this evening. We have to get our message out first.”

 

“Your message will be out this evening. I don’t want to lose this opportunity for a national exclusive.”

 

“I thought not. Now fuck off, I’m hungry.”

 

“You’ve done well not to eat for the five minutes we’ve been talking. Maybe you’re letting it slip.”

 

“Fuck off, I said!”

 

Brianna still knew how to get under the fat boy’s skin. However, she should have known that such antagonism would only cause him to consume even more.

 

A naked 350lb eighteen year old entered pushing a large cart containing enough fried chicken and sliced venison to feed a football team.

 

“Good timing, Ryan,” Shawn said, “Come and join me in the tub.”

 

“Yes, King!” Ryan said with a beaming smile as he wobbled closer to his living God. Ryan was truly blessed to have been given the privilege of being selected and removed from the camp so that he could satisfy Shawn personally.

2.

Henry and Steve Bunterson gorged themselves on deep pan triple pepperonis in the Comet Ping Pong pizza restaurant while they waited for Senator Tom Stanton, Republican, Michigan, 615 lbs. The restaurant had been fitted out with extra sized booths almost ten years earlier in order to better serve the growing Surplus population of the nation’s capital. A trend that had spread around many food joints all over the country. Accommodating the gainer community was of course a no brainer for anyone operating in the food service industry. A powerful lobby.

 

Steve and Henry were identically dressed in extremely expensive professional hand-tailored suits that they regularly returned to be altered. The buttons on their off-white silk shirts strained to contain their identical 742 lb bellies. Larger shirts that better covered their extensive fat balls could of course have easily been procured but like most gainers they enjoyed showing off their immense levels of obesity. They both also wore extra long black ties in order for the tie to fit correctly over their bulbous bulges. The wearing of a black tie had become the symbol of upper class gainer rebelion. Black to represent the death of democracy and free will that the democrats new public health initiative so keenly pursued.

 

Henry farted just as he swallowed his twenty sixth slice. Steve loved the smell of his brother’s farts almost as much as he liked to smell his own. The brother’s looked and sounded the part but at heart were nothing more than extremely fat spoiled children playing at living in the adult world. Steve took a huge slurp of his Cherry Coke and burped loudly. He wasn’t going to allow his brother to upstage him.

 

Tom Stanton, Republican, Michigan, 615 lbs was welcomed to the table fifteen minutes later accompanied by a hefty gentleman from the American Beverage Association, and a rather portly representative from the Fast Casual Industry Council, a group that advises the National Restaurant Association on behalf of the ‘fast casual’ sector.

 

“Hi Harry,” Steve said as he shook hands with the head of the ABA, “It’s so good to see you again.”

 

Harry warmly shook Steve’s hand followed by Henry’s. Three times up and down and once to the side.

 

“You of course remember Big John from college?” Harry introduced his fellow food lobbyist with a broad smile.

 

“How could we possibly forget! He out ate everyone at the BBQ that year! How’s it going John-Boy?” Henry asked his old friend.

 

“Better once we get this fucking shit show fixed.” Big John said flatly.

And with that the group ordered forty seven more pizzas and got to work on how to destroy the remains of what was once America’s public health lobby.

3.

It had been seventeen years since Dr Steve Stringer had last had any contact with his son and that had only been a short phone call to inform him that his mother had died. “Why should I fucking care?” was all that Shawn had had to say about that. Steve Stringer should have known better than to even make the call. He swore that he could even sense a tinge of concealed happiness in Shawn’s reaction to the news of the demise of the woman who had released him onto this Earth. After that Steve Stringer never tried to make contact again and did everything in his power to avoid his son. All of his friends, colleagues, and relations knew that he had disowned Shawn many years previously, so the fact that two of the main players in the public health versus personal liberty debate were in fact father and son had been downplayed or outright ignored for nearly twenty years. But those days were soon over. He no longer had the power to keep them apart. Once Shawn learnt that it was his research backing up the democratic proposal he knew that his son would come for him. He busied himself preparing for the inevitable vile and personal attack.

4.

“I hope I’m selected for the farm.”

 

“Me too! It would be awesome if we got to do it together!”

 

Tobias was responding to his long time best friend, Tim. The two greedy boys had lived next door to each other since they were babies. They went to the same kindergarten, were placed in the same class in elementary, and requested to stay together through high school. Now recent graduates, they were in their fourth and final year at Camp S37 in Orlando. This was their last chance to be selected and they were determined to demonstrate their readiness.

 

Tim huffed as he lifted the heavy suitcase onto his bunk. The weight of the hardshell case stuffed full of candy strained his back and caused the small muscles buried in his pudgy arms to ache. He undid the zip and the overpacked case sprung open, its contents delighting the large bellied Tobias who smiled and drooled at the sight of so many extra calories.

 

“You did well,” he said to his equally heavy friend.

 

Tobias and Tim had been into gaining before they even knew what it was. Born to obese parents in a Republican state they had always benefited from their parent’s libertarian views towards food. Neither Mum and Dad were gainers, however, they had bought into the ASDAH campaign for fat rights and agreed with the Surplus edict that every child had the right to eat as much as they wanted. Parental dietary controls were immoral. They fully believed that their boys had a divine right to eat whatever and whenever they wanted. Hence two very full and happy fat boys were brought forth into the world. Now eighteen years old both were card carrying Surplus having attended camp every year possible. And like a lot of camp attendees, due to the now accepted nature of gaining amongst a significant proportion of the American population, they were much bigger than the average camp attendee of Shawn’s generation. The five point programme worked.

 

Tobias had a full head of white hair parted down the center and dark blue eyes which sparkled like the ocean when he saw the case of candy. He stuck a fat right hand in and dug out a large handful which he crammed into his mouth, determined to fill his expanding 450 lb belly as much as possible. Tim did the same and both boys set about emptying the case. Experience told them that they needed to add at least 50 lbs to their guts in the first two weeks if they were to stand any chance of selection.

5.

Shawn watched the damn documentary, as it went out, accompanied by his lead scientist Simpson. He had lied to Brianna. He hadn’t actually seen it yet. The producers had only been prepared to send him a copy of the press release as a legally required warning. He hence had no idea as to the level of involvement of his Dad. That was just one unpleasant surprise.

 

It started as they all did, with prophetic music and a tone of dread, talking about the apocalypse that the continued expansion of the obesity epidemic was wreaking on American society. Primarily to blame for this was of course Shawn and his ‘cult’ of lunatic followers backed by fat rights groups and of course the corporate interests of American food producers and retailers. None of this bothered Shawn. He knew that attacking farmers in America’s heartland was a total vote loser, and that the none-gaining bible belt fatties would resent being lobbed in with the gaining community. This sort of attack only had the effect of unifying the overweight against the government. Attacking corporations was always an easy hit, however, as much as most Americans resented big business, none of them were prepared to do anything about it. People had been attacking McDonald’s for over seventy five years yet it was still the most successful restaurant in the world. Appetites always won out over complex economic arguments. Greasy burgers were just too tasty! Shawn placed another double patty into his mouth and reached for the next one. Personal attacks always made him hungry.

 

Shawn recognised the voice of the presenter immediately. The bigger shock came when he first appeared on the screen. He looked so different. The skin sagging off his once beautifully chubby face made him seem so old. This was the real curse. Look what they had done to his favourite boy! Stomach staples, Wygovy injections, appetite counselling; here was a prime example of the real menace. The ex-emo wore a skin tight brown suit buttoned up so tight and high that it looked like it might suffocate him. The real reason for the high line was to hide the roles of extra neck skin that needed tucking into his collar. Shawn felt like screaming in anger when he heard Simon refer to himself as a victim of the Surplus movement. Those public health fucks had sure done a number on him. He threw a Big Mac at the screen when his co-presenters entered from stage left. At first, the thick patty stuck to the screen obscuring Axel’s face, before it slowly started to slide down his now flat chest and washboard stomach. David Dolittle was always in clear view. One of Shawn’s naked boys scrambled quickly to clean up the mess. He picked the patty up, placed it back on top of the bottom bun and cleaned the ketchup and grease off the screen with a fat forefinger, which he then proceeded to lick clean. Reaching down to the floor he picked up the top bun and cheese slice with carpet hairs stuck to it, reassembled the burger and hurriedly scoffed it into his mouth. At least someone still has some decorum, Shawn thought.

6.

Anger about the documentary soon spread around camp S37. Tobias and Tim were the only two campers who seemed not to have been upset by it. They had watched it the previous night whilst drunk on the exuberance of the opening night meal. High on 17 courses and constantly topping up on Doritos family size bags, they had laughed and farted their way through it without a care in the world.

 

“No one can believe this shit, can they?” Tobias had said.

 

“Which part?” Tim had asked. “The bit about force feeding? Or the bit about the sexual abuse?”

 

“The bit about obesity being unhealthy.” Tobias had replied. “What utter bullshit! If being fat was so bad for us then why would they let us do it?”

 

“Yeah!” Tim had said. “If being fat is so bad for you, then why does it feel so good!?”

 

“Yeah!!” They’d both agreed. Being fat was the best.

 

At breakfast the rest of the camp appeared to have come around to their way of thinking. Early murmurs of discontent soon evaporated as the rest of the more than chunky campers followed their lead and ate with a renewed gusto. The chefs and servers ran around like crazed chimps in a cage in a desperate attempt to satiate the appetites of eight hundred young Surplus demented on gorging themselves beyond all known limits. No one was going to tell them what they could or couldn’t do. If they wanted to eat twenty five bacon sandwiches in one sitting then by God they were going to do it and then some. In that one sitting Tobias and Tim each wolfed down; 32 bacon sandwiches, 16 fried eggs, 28 sausages, 12 hash browns, 8 bowls of Cap’n Crunch, 23 pop tarts, and a gallon of chocolate milk. Their bloated bellies sloshingly full, they wobbled and burped their way back to their cabin where they lay on their reinforced beds and edged each other for the next two hours in order to build up their appetites for lunch. 50 lbs in two weeks? Fuck the Democrats! They were going to bust at least 75!

 

Unbeknown to them, this scene was being repeated by tens of thousands of eager young gainers in over 80 camps across the country. Shawn was thrilled when he received his afternoon report. He had just guzzled down a light 16,000 calorie second lunch and celebrated by strapping Ryan’s gorgeous expanding ass tightly around his surgically enhanced cock. Ryan did all the work as he bounced happily on top of his 820 lb God. As he felt himself fill with Shawn’s thick artery clogging cream he screamed with ecstatic joy. Shawn meanwhile felt a massive release of tension. He knew that he had an army, and after dinner with Steve and Henry that night he would have the political muscle to use it. He went to sleep weighing 827 lbs. When he woke up he was 830.

7.

The mood in Steve Stringer’s office was flatter than Axel’s stomach. Him and the Democratic representative for Rhode Island sat speechless, slumped in armchairs around the coffee table. They had won the vote, but at what price?

 

“Do you think he played us?” The Democrat asked.

 

“He played us.” Steve Stringer responded.

 

“I’m not so sure.” Said the Democrat.

 

“He played us all right. Good and proper. I’m afraid that we might just have handed him everything he wanted.” Shawn’s Dad was the most deflated.

 

“But the bill passed,” the Democrat insisted, “Anti-obesity health care is now mandatory and free to all who seek it. And it’s weakened the opposition.”

 

“Don’t be such a fool! The Republicans might have split but we have only made him stronger.”

 

“Whatever happened to divide and conquer? I thought that your opponents falling apart was supposed to be a good thing?”

 

“But, don’t you see? It’s him who has divided in order to conquer. Where do you think all of these ex-Republicans are going to go?”

 

“Sixteen of them sided with us! That’s a great result. We haven’t seen cross party support like that for a bill in decades!”

 

“Yes, but the rest of them sided with him. What if they form a new party?”

 

“Don’t be daft! You think that an issue as small as this could break the two party system?”

 

“Public health is no small issue! And we’ve got a small but significant and politically charged proportion of the population against us. It’s the rise of the fatocracy. The fat crazies are gonna try and take over the weight loss asylum!”

 

“That’s paranoia. Our system is stronger than that.”

 

“Is it? Is it really? Did the founding fathers foresee a future where a bunch of uneducated selfish gay fat asses get together and try to take down democracy in the name of unhindered gluttony? Did they make a provision for that!?”

 

“I think you’re being a bit extremist. We won!”

 

“Extremist! How the fuck am I the extremist in this situation? They not only want to eat themselves to death, they want everyone else to do it too! And you call me an extremist! You’re a fucking idiot!”

 

“That’s uncalled for Steve. I’ll rephrase; you’re being alarmist.”

 

“Well someone has to be! I’m telling you now; by the end of the month the loyalist Republicans will split off from the GOP and we’ll see the formation of the Gaining Party!”

 

“I’m not so sure.”

 

“I am! I know my son. He planned this all along. He hates me.”

8.

It was finally weigh in day and Tobias and Tim were full of anticipation and steak, and gravy, and pasta, and bread, and cottage cheese, and red cabbage, and roast and new potatoes, and butter mash, and fried chicken, and apple pie, and cream, and ice cream, and chocolate sauce, and sprinkles, and a hundred other types of luxurious desserts and calorific delicacies. The rules about not eating before weigh-in had been abandoned years ago due to their anti-competitive nature. All campers were now encouraged to well and truly stuff themselves beyond the brim in order to increase their recorded mass. Tobias and Tim, like the good campers that they were, had obeyed this order to the point of barely being able to move. 

 

Neither of their clothes fit them. Despite not being freshers at this game, they had both underestimated the increase in sizing that would be required after such a short amount of time at camp. Tobias pulled at his t-shirt in an effort to bring it down over at least the top of his belly. He watched Tim who tried to do the same before quickly giving up and allowing the t-shirt to twist itself into a tight crop top that hugged his ample breasts. Tobias copied him and attempted to hitch up his shorts. Tim sucked in his massively swollen belly and groaned as he just about managed to do his pants up. They dug deep and tight into his straining under gut. He couldn’t wait to be able to take them off again. Tobias tried to fasten his shorts under his bellowing belly but quickly realised that it was never going to happen. He smiled widely as he and his best friend waddled slowly to the dinning hall, gripping onto the top of his now useless 60 inch shorts that he couldn’t wait to throw in the trash alongside the three previous sizes that he had already gotten rid of that year.

 

Both boys were confident enough that they had exceeded their targets. Their enormously ballooned bellies jiggled and bounced in the warm sunshine accentuated by their badly fitting clothes. They commented on each other's plainly visible new stretch marks and joked about how they looked like a map of a river basin stretched out over their globes. They revelled in the jealous looks that they got from the other campers and boasted about just how much they were going to get to eat at the farm. Tobias told one boggle eyed camper that at the farm they would be fed nothing but the most exquisitely expensive and fatty meats. Elephant liver would be the order of the day and that they would grow so fat that they would immediately be allowed into the inner circle. Once there they would be fed to immobility. Tim claimed that he was destined to be the world's first 1500 lb man. The Camper just stared at them, dewy eyed, saliva dripping from his lips at the thought of such wonderful things.

 

At the weigh in the inevitable was declared;

 

“Tobias Fettstom, starting weight 450 lbs, waist size 60 inches. You have gained 82 lbs and 8 inches! Giving you a current weight and waist of 532 lbs and 68 inches.”

 

Tim Timothy Timpson, starting weight 438 lbs, waist size 58 inches. You have gained 76 lbs and 6 inches! Giving you a current weight and waist of 514 lbs and 66 inches.”

 

There was a moment of thunderous applause, farts and belches, as the rest of the campers celebrated their new heroes.

 

“I am very proud to say boys that this puts you in the first percentile of all campers internationally. As such you will be rewarded with a trip to the farm that will last for the remainder of the summer. To celebrate your success everyone in camp S37 is hereby granted a breakfast extension of three hours, meaning that today’s breakfast will finish one hour after lunch starts. Congratulations once again boys. May everyone fill their bellies until they explode!”

 

With that the noise in the room lifted the roof off and eight hundred happy campers set about trying to better their new heroes. A lot of records would be broken at camp S37 that summer but Tobias and Tim wouldn’t be around to see it. When breakfast and lunch finally finished at 3.30pm they were loaded onto a private plane headed straight for California. To meet safety regulations required for light aircraft they had to be weighed before boarding. Tobias was 540 lbs and Tim was 520. These boys knew how to celebrate. By the time they disembarked they were 546 and 525 thanks to the first class service on board, and despite the exertion of joining the mile high club. There were no limits to what these two were going to achieve together.

Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes. He had never met Steve and Henry before. He had only heard tales of their beauty, and now here he was naked in the hot tub with the immensely large adonises of the male form, plus his God. To make things even better they all seemed just as interested in feeding him as they did themselves and each other. He had long since lost count of the number of lobsters and caviar that they had consumed. He never knew there were that many fish in the sea. His bloated heavy belly hung low below him as he bent down in the water and took to all fours. He didn’t know what they were celebrating but they sure were in a good mood. He wasn’t sure if it was Henry or Steve who entered him first, it was very hard to tell after several bottles of champagne. But either way one of the butter blonde bombshells was in him while the other one stuffed his mouth full of quail. Shawn just lay back and watched, one hand pleasuring himself and the other pleasuring his mouth with yet more lobster. His mind clear of all negative thoughts he wondered how much this one could take. Even under water the weight in Ryan’s belly was starting to get to him. He had never felt this strained. Like most Surplus the experience of eating beyond what you ever had before was not new to him, but this was something else. The food kept coming and one of the twins kept pumping. Maybe they had changed over at some point. He really wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe it was the heat of the water getting to him. He felt a particularly fierce shove deep inside him. This caused his belly to scrape along the bottom of the tub. My God he was fat. He closed his eyes momentarily and awoke to find a tube in his mouth. How long had that been there? He rolled his eyes towards Shawn who was still eating and masturbating. He felt another push from behind and sank back into the bliss of feeling all of his fat tremble and shake. 

 

“He’s looking very red in the face now.” Henry said.

 

“Keep going.” Shawn said.

 

Steve lent forward pushing all 750 lbs or more of his weight on top of Ryan.

 

“He’s looking very red in the face noow.” Steve groaned.

 

“Keep going!” Shawn commanded.

 

The swill kept pumping and Ryan’s belly swole to more than 10 inches larger than before the party had started. Henry picked the boy’s heavy fat-laden face up so as to stop the feeding tube from submerging.

 

“Keep going.” Shawn repeated. “He can take more.”

 

Had he not been dead, Ryan would not have been able to tell you what the last thing that he remembered was, only that it felt great.

 

Steve’s dick exploded with thick sticky cum as he sighed from both ecstacy and relief. Shawn came a moment later. Henry, as yet unsatisfied, climbed on top of Shawn’s mammothian stomach and forced himself into his boyfriend’s mouth, which he quickly coated in fat boy milk. Ryan’s bloated body lay face down in the water.

 

Shawn clapped his thick bear sized hands and two other young fatties entered. They derobed and climbed into the tub in order to retrieve their friend.

 

“Be careful with him,” Shawn commanded. “I want to know the exact measurements of his stomach contents, size, and the moment that the lining cracked and gave in. I don’t want to have to deal with any more damaged goods.”

 

“Yes, King,” they both responded.

 

As the bloated corpse was dragged away by two huffing and puffing naked fat boys another one entered bearing a tray of sixteen lobsters and an equal number of jars of caviar.

 

“Shall we snack and discuss work?” Shawn asked.

Henry smiled at him sweetly and made big puppy eyes. “Can we not have another one first?” he pleaded.

 

“Sure, I don’t see why not? I know the perfect one.”

 

Steve grinned, “Ok, but one of you two can do the hard work this time!”

10.

David, Axel, and Simon were worried.

 

“What if the politicians fail?” David asked.

 

“I’m concerned they will.” Axel commented.

 

“We must give them a chance first.” Simon pleaded.

 

“But, what if they don’t?” David repeated.

 

“Are we really going to go there?” Simon asked.

 

“I don’t want to say it.” Axel said.

 

“Don’t want to say what?” Simon asked him.

 

“What we’re all thinking.” David said.

 

“I don’t think I could.” Simon said.

 

“No one’s asking you to.” Axel pointed out.

 

“But, someone will.” Simon added.

 

“Someone who is not you.” David reassured him.

 

“We know you're not the right man.” Axel said.

 

“I can’t believe that we’re even talking about it.” Simon said.

 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” David said.

 

“Desperate people do desperate things.” Axel said.

 

“He does need to be stopped.” Simon said.

 

“He does need to be stopped.” Axel said.

 

“He needs to be stopped.” David said.

11.

The last day at camp S37 was the biggest carnival ever seen at a Surplus camp. Weight gain record after record had been smashed to smithereens.

 

Youngest ever camper to gain over 100 lbs; Congratulations to Jimmy Taylor aged 11. Widest camper ever; Congratulations to Kyle Killian Killmore, 4 foot 5 across, aged 16. Most weight gained in a week ever; Congratulations to Tobias Fettsrom, 86 lbs, aged 18. Largest belly circumference ever; Congratulations to Stuart Stewartson, 136 inches, aged 14. Heaviest camper ever; Congratulations to Stevie Stewartson, 723 lbs, aged 15. Fattest thighs ever; Congratulations to, Dick Dripper 32 inches, aged 17. Largest amount of food consumed in one sitting ever; congratulations to Benjamin ‘Button Popper’ Benderson; 27,000 calories, aged 13. Fattest man breasts ever; Congratulations to Leon Jones, 36K, aged 15. Fattest ass ever; Congratulations to Dwayne Dwayneson-Smith, aged 16. Most dicks taken in his fat ass ever; Congratulations to Thomas Thoms, 32 dicks, aged 18. Most cum drank ever; Congratulations to Julian Gerald, 26 pints, aged 18.

 

Some of the parents complained that the awards were starting to get a bit stupid or even inappropriate. Dean Gibblet, the camp leader, assured them that it was all in good spirit and that the boys should be allowed to celebrate as it was actually the best day ever. Also, were they aware that the free pizza buffet was open till eleven pm?

 

Afterall, the gaining community really did have something to celebrate. That same morning thirty two Surplus senators and one hundred and sixty four representatives had been sworn into Congress.

 

It was such a shame that Tobias and Tim couldn’t be at the party.

12.

It took six naked fat boys to remove the body of the 650 lb boy with parted white hair and deep blue eyes that used to sparkle like the ocean. Shawn, Steve, and Henry were deep in conversation, their soft flabby skin wrinkled from the hours in the hot tub, they paid no attention to the commotion that his removal was causing.

 

“We can’t afford to sit back and celebrate for too long, though, our enemies will be plotting as we speak,” Steve said.

 

“We can’t afford to waste a second,” Henry said.

 

“I agree. My Dad will be furious. He’s bound to make a move soon.”

 

“Agreed,” Henry said, “We need to go full on and capitalise on the ground we’ve made.”

 

“Agreed,” Steve said.

 

“It’s going to cost,” Henry said.

 

“Money’s not a problem, we have more than enough to meet our needs.”

 

“It’s a shame Dad’s not here. He would know exactly what to do.” Henry said.

 

“Why go there?” Steve admonished him.

 

“Steve’s right. We don’t need anyone else any longer. Your Dad was a great man and we have a lot to thank him for, he set us on this path but it’s only right that we finish it.”

 

“Agreed,” Steve said.

 

“Agreed, Henry said.

 

“All we need to do is keep expanding. That’s what we’ve always done and what we always should be doing. I see no need to change tactics now just as everything’s really starting to grow.”

 

“Size is power,” Henry said.

 

“Indeed it is. So long as we keep getting bigger everything will work out fine.”

 

There was a sudden loud noise as the door thumped against the wall. A lonely figure entered. All three men looked up in shock. This man should not be here. He doesn’t fit in. Heavy thudding footsteps could be heard outside in the hallway as panic broke out amongst the young fat ones. A voice called out but it was too late.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here!? You treacherous skinny fucking runt!! Get the fuck out of my building!!!”

13.

Tobias and Tim stepped onto the warm tarmac in the Santa Monica sun. Their makeshift crop tops stretched to the max thanks to yet another day of youthful abundance. Tim wiped a bead of sweat off his fat forehead as Tobias lifted a heavy adipose laden arm and pointed in the direction of the man mountain approaching them. It couldn’t really be him, could it? They stood in awed silence.

 

Shawn gazed at their stretch marked covered bellies, huge and round and bloated, they looked like a pair of over-pumped human beachballs. Just how he liked them. He felt a short pang of jealousy as he examined their young stretched skin. Though this was soon overtaken by desire, when he noticed the deep dark ocean blue eyes that reminded him so much of Simon. He felt his dick twitch deep within the layers of his pad. It was easier than he first thought to choose.

“Congratulations and welcome,” he said through a beaming smile.

 

“Thank you, King,” they responded.

 

He held out a massive friendly hand and they gladly shook it. Their skin was so soft. He reached into a pocket and pulled out six Hershey bars. He gave them three each and they gladly welcomed the gift by devouring them in seconds.

 

“Thank you, King.”

 

“Thank you, King.”

 

“No problem. I have heard many great things about you two. Your appetites and gains are to be commended, and you both have the most wonderful bellies to show for it. I hope that the service on the plane was to your liking?”

 

“Yes, King.”

 

“Yes, King.”

 

“It was fantastic, thank you. I’ve never eaten so much gravlax before. It was cut so thick and just slid down with such ease. I reckon I must’ve consumed at least eight whole Salmon.”

 

It was Tobias who spoke with real pride. He subconsciously slapped his aching naked belly causing it to jiggle and Shawn’s dick to leak a tiny bit.

 

“Well that’s fantastic to hear!”

 

“I erm also ate a lot,” Tim mumbled. Shawn ignored him and addressed Tobias.

 

“You are to come with me back to headquarters where we shall share a feast. Tim, you shall head straight to the farm.”

 

“W-we’re going to be separated? I th-thought we w-would stay together?”

 

Tim looked helplessly into his boyfriend's eyes. A look that Shawn recognised immediately.

 

“Oh, you're a couple? Sorry, I didn’t realise that. It wasn’t in the report they sent me. Don’t worry, I understand how you feel. You know, I also first fell in love at one of our camps?”

 

“We are well aware of your story, King. The tale of you, Steve and Henry is the most beautiful love story ever told.”

 

“Well, thank you Tobias. I just happen to think so too. Now, don’t fret, you won’t be apart for long and when you are both reunited you will be amazed at the change. I hope that you are both feeling hungry?”

 

“Yes, King.”

“Always, King.”

 

“Good. Now say your goodbyes and we’ll be on our way.”

 

Tobias and Tim’s bellies pushed up against each other as they tightly embraced and kissed each other goodbye. Shawn watched as the heat of the day caused both of their bellies to sweat and stick together. He noticed that Tobias was as hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum. Tobias pulled at his undone sagging shorts in an effort to disguise his excitement, only causing his fat ass to shake and belly fat to roll up and then out again, plopping back down over the brim of his shorts with a wonderfully heavy bounce. This boy was stuffed to the max. Man, he was going to enjoy cleaning that mess up.

 

Tobias climbed into the back of the limousine first. Tim stood and watched a small tear running down his fat cheek as Shawn shut the oversized door behind them. For the first time in his life Tim realised that he wasn’t hungry.

14.

The representative from Michigan has the floor:

 

“Fellow Americans, today is a great day for all who hold dear the true libertarian values of this country. For too long the voices who have only sought to curtail our rights and liberties, to deny our rights to freedom and happiness, have ruled over this house. Even now, as I speak, in companies, businesses, schools, institutions and corporations fat people are being forced against their will to exercise and diet. Encouraged to take part in so-called ‘healthy activities’. Under the new laws only recently enshrined by my tyrannical peers in the so-called ‘democratic’ party, so-called ‘health enforcement officers’ are being recruited in their millions, and readied to be set loose on an innocent and freedom loving people. People of all ages, under the guise of so-called ‘public health initiatives’, who just want the right to eat whatever they choose, to have the freedom to eat two or three pizzas if they want, are being denied those rights. Dehumanised by society, the fat and the obese are being made to sweat and labor against their will. From mandatory gym lessons in our schools to charity bike rides at work, millions of honest hard-eating Americans are being shamed and belittled into unconscionable actions that go against their instincts, that go against the evolutionary nature of mankind. Did you know that a large percentage of the world’s population is genetically inclined to overeat? The so-called-lying ‘democrats’ would never tell you that! Restricting a person's access to unlimited food and slovenly comforts goes against the very nature of the human soul. For what rights do we have if we don’t have the right to sustain and nourish ourselves in the way that we see fit? None, I tell you, none!”

 

*Pause for applause.

 

“Think of Johnny Two-Bellies; the innocent chubby little school boy in his striped t-shirt and scruffy short pants. You will find his cherubic smile in every elementary classroom across the land. Well he is not smiling today. For today it is carrot soup for lunch. And he will not be smiling tomorrow either, for tomorrow it is quiche and broccoli. Poor chubby Johnny! Denied access to his favourite foods. No burgers and fries, no pizza, no tacos, no Coca-Cola. How un-American do we have to be? What kind of people would purposefully deny their own children the most basic joys of life? I can tell you what kind; Democrats! Lying, filthy, stinking, public health flag waving, no good Democrats! Well they have stunk out this house and this country with their horrendous vegan farts for too long! A society should be judged by how it treats its children, for if it cannot even do that, then how can it be expected to take care of itself!”

 

*Short pause for applause, then continue with more vigour.

 

“In the not so distant past, people like myself had to fight for the right to be who we are, for the right to love and marry who we want. Now, nobody in their right mind would deny us that. Yet, the very same people who once supported such noble causes now look to restrict, constrain, and imprison us in unnatural bodies, bodies that we do not feel comfortable in! Well we say that is inhumane! We say that is both cruel and unusual! Let us follow our hearts, let us live free and breathe in the smoke from the fryer. Let us follow our true souls, let us follow our stomachs, God damn it, let us eat!”

 

*Long pause for applause, then speak more calmly.

 

“Well today, I say to both friends and foes, today is our day. Today, we have broken the two party system. The old is washed away and new comes forth and shines a new light from the McDonald’s on the hill. The golden arches of America glow anew. Refreshed and rejuvenated after the glorious feast that follows any victorious battle. Today, The Surplus Party will begin the work necessary in order to reconstruct and reunite these long divided states. Where once we were divided by race or by gender, now we are divided by size. But not for much longer! The Surplus pledge to the nation that we will put the rights of the fat first and foremost in all that we do. We will grow this nation back into a mighty empire of excess and wealth, where all are free and able to eat as much as they want, whenever they want!”

 

Pause for applause.

 

“Over the last two decades a new civil rights movement has formed. The largest and most successful civil rights movement in the history of this country. Shawn Stringer did not just have a dream, he lives the dream every day! And now thanks to the arrival of the Surplus Party in our nation's once great capital you will be able to live your dream too! Don’t just eat. Stuff, bloat, and engorge yourself on a daily basis! It is your right to glut your gut out so that it is as big as you want it to be. Thank God for Shawn, thank God for the Surplus, and thank God for these United States of America! Today the work to liberate the belly, once and for all, begins! …Right after we’ve had dinner.”

 

*Pause for laughter and applause.

15.

“Mrs Fettstrom, please, I have already explained this to you. Your son and his friend were not placed in after school detention due to their size. They refused to take part in a soccer game during gym class. Despite Coach Newton’s continued pleading with them, they insisted on sitting in the bleachers and playing ‘supporters’. This is not a real game. It just involved them drinking three quarts of Coke each while they ate God knows how many hot dogs.”

 

“Yes, I understand. You have chosen to punish my boy due to his body size and lifestyle choices.”

 

“No, Mrs Fettstrom. I am only following the new state and federal guidelines that are very clear that all students need to actively take part in physical activity during all gym and sports classes. This is not a prejudiced rule, Mrs Fettstrom, it applies to all students irrespective of size.”

 

“Did he walk to the bleachers?”

 

“Yes, Mrs Fettstrom, but I don’t consider a 100 yard stroll across the grass, followed by 45 minutes of constant eating, to be equivalent to taking part in a game of soccer.”

 

“Were there any thin students in detention today, Mr Brassknickers?”

 

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

 

“It has everything to do with everything! Were there any thin students in detention today or was it only the bigger children?”

 

“If you must insist on knowing there were six students in afternoon detention today, all of whom were asked to stay behind due to similar reasons to Tobias.”

 

“So it is only the fatties that you punish!”

 

“Mrs Fettstrom, I have already made myself more than clear. This school treats all students equally. The fact that, yes, all of the students in afternoon detention today were there for breaking the new guidelines is due to chance and maybe partly a difficulty that some are facing with adapting to the new situation.”

 

“The racist situation you mean!”

 

“It is not possible to be racist against fat people. Obesity is not a race.”

 

“Well, that’s not how my son sees it. Him and his friends consider themselves to be a part of the Surplus race. Now, I will say that I don’t quite understand it either but I will always defend the right of my son to choose for himself!”

 

“Your son has the right to choose for himself when he is at home if that is what you want to allow. School, however, is a public space, and in a public space we have to follow the guidelines whether you like it or not.”

 

“Well I do not like it. I do not like it at all. You, Mr Brassknicker, are nothing more than a public health lacky doing the evil bidding of those Washington bureaucrats who want nothing more than to punish my child for being who he has always been.”

 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Mrs Fettstrom, but there really is nothing that I can do about it.”

 

“Well, all I can say is that when they come for you, I for one won’t shed a tear.”

 

“When who comes for me, Mrs Fettstrom?”

 

“You know very well who! Come Tobias, this has been a complete waste of time. We can go by Dominos on the way home to make it up to you.”

 

“Thanks Mom, you’re the best!”

 

“Oh, and fuck you Mr Brassknicker.”

16.

It took two cranes to lower the five foot wide coffin down into the hole. Twenty five solemn looking fat thirty-somethings watched in silence as the winches whirred. It was a poor turn out. Jake deserved more. He was one of the ones who helped liberate the camp. He was the one who had distracted the guards. He was there by his side when Shawn first took over the camp. He was there from the beginning. He was loyal. And now he was dead.

 

A man walking his dog passed by and paused to look at the strange group of heavily obese men dressed in their dignified black suits. There was something strange and yet inspiring about them and he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. The way they just stood there, hanging their heads in apparent reverent peace, when really they were all just waiting for the wake to start and buffet to open. One of them seemed to twitch uncomfortably. The dog walker would never have guessed that it was because he had a 14 inch vibrating dildo hidden up his massive ass. Who does that? Who goes to one of their best friend’s funerals with a dildo stuck up their ass?

17.

Ryan used one of the folds under Shawn’s left breast to wipe the remainder of the cum off the end of his dick and left the room. A hasty retreat was necessary, he didn’t want to be in the presence of his king for this. It wasn’t safe.

 

The top heavy femboy sauntered into the room as if she owned the place. Hips a wiggling, Shawn eyed him suspiciously. Her young soft white thighs reflected off the now still water in the hot tub. Shawn pretended not to notice the clear outline of her thick cock carelessly tucked back in her jock. He wore a black lace garment that draped around her small but doughy breasts. She pushed her tongue out and seductively licked her index finger before placing it inside her belly button and wriggly it around. A trail of saliva left behind, circling inside his naval, like the trail left by a slug or a snail.

 

“You still want me, don’t you big boy,” She said.

 

“Always,”

 

She turned away from him and purposefully bent over while leaning very slightly to the left. Shawn knew that this was a provocative move, as he caught just a split second glance of her brown hole. She righted herself and twisted himself back around to face him.

 

“Tell me Shawn, tell me what you would like to do to me.”

 

Shawn shifted uncomfortably in the tub causing a large wave and displacement of water that gushed over the sides, wetting Danni’s petite chubby feet.

 

“Now look what you’ve done bog boy, I’m all wet. Why don’t you get out of that tub and come and dry me off?”

 

Shawn scowled, “You know that I can’t.”

 

“What’s the matter big boy? Have you lost your verve? Your get up and go?”

 

“Enough, why are you here?”

 

“Always impatient to get to the best part, aren’t you, big boy? No wonder you’re so sexy!”

 

“I’m just hungry. You interrupted my mid-afternoon, mid-meal, meal snack.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry big boy. You know that I would never purposefully come between you and your food. Who got you to this size in the first place?”

 

“I did.”

 

“You keep telling yourself that, big boy.”

 

“Why are you here, bitch?”

 

“Language, big boy! You have always had such a foul mouth. Ever since you were a child, it’s always been, bitch that, fuck, twat, and cunt this. Except when your mouth is full of cake of course. Oh, how you used to love my cakes when you were a kid.”

 

“You know I still do, sexy. They are the only cakes that I’ve never tasted.”

 

“And you never will.”

 

Shawn sighed in knowing disappointment. “Why are you here?” He repeated.

“Well, to help you get out of the tub of course, big boy!”

 

“And how are you going to do that exactly?”

 

“You’ll see, big boy. You’ll see.”

18.

The storefront was dark. The shop was closed. Dr Steve Stringer stopped and looked up at the sign. His heart racing. He had never been in a shop like this before. After a few seconds he slowly pushed open the door, causing the bell above it to ring. He reached up and held it still. At least he was out of the rain. He instinctively wiped his shoes on the mat and whispered;

 

“hello?”

 

There was no reply. He slowly started to make his way to the counter, fumbling in the darkness. At one point he bumped into a chair. As his eyes started to adjust they just about made out the figure behind the counter.

 

“Please be quiet,” it whispered, “this is highly unusual.”

 

“Sorry,” Steve whispered back.

 

“Please, no unnecessary words. I don’t want to remember your voice. This is nothing that I usually do. It’s only because I sympathise with your cause that I am even considering this.”

 

Steve stayed silent. This situation was just as novel and strange to him as it was to the figure. He was also a quick learner.

 

“What your son has done is beyond conscience. What he did to my boy. It’s almost as if he has made a pact with the devil.”

 

The mention of that word; son. It ripped through Steve’s heart. He knew that this would be hard, but he never imagined that he would ever again feel like this. Was this really the only answer? Was there not some other final solution that he hadn’t yet thought of?

 

The figure pushed a shoebox across the counter. Steve picked it up with both hands and turned to leave the store.

 

“Be rid of that fat devil you bore.”

 

“And the world will be cured.” He whispered under his breath so as not to be heard.

19. Someone Hungry This Way Comes

 

A thousand warriors lay dead on the heath. Two Surplus knights victorious from battle make their way back to the king's court. Exhausted with hunger for the upcoming feast they take the wrong path and stumble upon three weird women.

 

“Lord Sultach, thou shall be Thane of Sultmhorachd and King of the Moon,”

 

“How knows thee mine paunch?”

 

“We wouldst know thine paunch anywhere. Thine paunch cometh at be knownst across all the land and the heavens too.”

 

“How seest thee that which can not be known?”

 

“We seest thy hunger and it be knownst.”

 

The knights and their paunches did take leave of the weird women and made their way to the king's court where they dined on the fruits of their victory until their stomachs swole so large that they did resemble the moon in the sky. The king called forth Lord Sultach and in his gluttonous honour did call him Thane of Sultmhorachd.

 

Now Lord and Thane, Sultach did see that the women were correct and he hungered for more. Encouraged by his fem, a foul plan was hatched; to dispatch of the king and gorge on his Earthly remains. To taketh and consume all that was rightly his.

 

“Oh Lord and King, thy wobbliness knows no bounds, but tonight your aching arteries shall still with the blade of mine dagger.”

 

Lord Sultach drew his blade into his flabby chest and the king did choke on his own red wine.

 

“Sleep now, oh greedy one. Thy dinner time is over!”

 

The king’s sons, scared of the paunch of Sultach, did flee across the sea and south to England.

 

“Givest thee mine crown and place it upon mine head for tonight we shall feast on all the beasts of the land. Mine paunch shall so swell that it conquers all. Lest it not be said that Sultach is unworthy of thy kingdom!”

“Tobias? Tobias! Are you playing that stupid video game again?”

 

“Mom! It’s not stupid! Lord Sultach has just been crowned King of the Surplus!”

 

“It won’t end well.”

“You don’t know that! And no one calls them video games anymore! What are you? Like ninety five years old!”

 

“I’m your mother, and I’m old enough to have heard it all before! Now get down here, your dinners ready!”

 

“Why didn’t you start with that!?”

 

Tobias pushed back in his gaming chair, freeing his own hefty paunch from its position resting against the computer desk. He stroked his hand over the crown of his balloon shaped belly and moved it gently backwards and forwards, pausing momentarily on the left hand side, in order to judge how much room he had left in his stomach for dinner. As he heaved himself up, a half empty family bag of Doritos fell off his lap onto the floor. He cursed. Wasting food was the worst, but picking the chips up was more effort than he could be bothered with. He grabbed the Pepsi bottle from his desk and took a huge swig before placing it back down next to the empty box of Krispy Kremes and Hershey wrappers. He burped loudly and scratched at his itchy under belly before tucking his boner under his belt.

 

“Hurry up! It’s getting cold!”

 

“I’m coming Mom! Don’t start without me!!”

 

Tobias was determined to eat as much for dinner as he could. He needed to get the practice in before camp started next month.

 

“Someone hungry this way comes!” He shouted down the stairs.

 

“I’ve heard that somewhere before,” his Mom said.

20.

“This is where you’ll eat, sleep, and defecate.”

 

Tim tried not to look surprised. The room was nice. Much nicer than he had thought. A very comfortable looking double bed was centrally positioned under the window; the window with the sea view. There was a full length mirror attached to the back of the door, purposefully positioned so that whoever was on the bed could see themselves. To the right hand side of it a giant flat screen was attached to the wall in order to provide entertainment. At the side of the bed was a small table that contained a remote control and a gaming controller. It looked fine. Apart from the clear lack of any bathroom facilities.

 

“Don’t worry,” Simpson said, “We have a tube for everything.”

 

“I erm had erm heard that,” Tim stumbled over his words.

 

“I guess you have heard rumours of the farm?” Simpson asked him.

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“Well, let me assure you that most of what you heard is untrue. The days of being fed like cattle are long behind us. The Surplus have moved on. We are here to ensure your comfort and well being as you grow with us.”

 

“So I will get a lot fatter?”

 

“Rest assured, Tim, by the time you leave us your belly will be bigger than you could ever have believed possible.”

 

“Oh, awesome!” Tim said with a fake grin.

21.

“He’ll be with us in five minutes,” Steve said.

 

“Five minutes,” Henry repeated.

 

The twins sat in their office chairs, two oversized leather Chesterfield’s, waiting for the call from the senator. A table in between the chairs supplied them with a bounty of snacks in order to keep them ticking over through the meeting. The screen in front of them flashed. He was early. This was a very positive sign. Henry and Steve were equally surprised when Senator Tom Stanton, Surplus, Michigan, 642 lbs, appeared on the screen.

 

“Oh, Hi Tom,” Henry said.

 

“Hi Tom,” Steve said, “We were expecting Shawn.”

 

“He’s indisposed and sends his apologies. He has asked me to share the good news.”

 

“So, it is good news?” Steve asked.

 

“I have been selected to run for President at the next election. There won’t be any primaries. After days of discussion my candidacy within the party is unopposed.”

 

“Now, that’s worth celebrating!” Henry declared. 

 

“How did you dissuade him?” Steve asked, “I swore that his ego wouldn’t allow it.”

 

“It wasn’t me! I had a meeting set for this afternoon and spent all week going over what I was going to say. You know, all the stuff that we talked about. How it was too soon. But, he called me this morning and said that he wouldn’t stand. He just said that he had another plan and that it was my duty.”

 

“And the others? They willingly stepped aside?” Henry asked.

 

“Very willingly, once his desire was known.”

 

“Perfect. He needs to remain clean of all deficiencies. What are the projections?” Steve asked.

 

“Well, as you know we can’t win. At the moment we’re looking at about 35% of the popular vote.”

 

“We need to get that up to forty,” Henry said.

 

“We have the money,” Steve said.

 

“If we focus on the heartlands, on the belly belt, then I believe that we can win enough states to meet our aims.”

 

“What about Florida?” Steve asked.

 

“We need Florida,” Henry said.

 

“With the right focus and investment then we can win in Florida.”

 

“He will be thrilled to hear that,” Henry said.

 

“The governor is on our side, and the obesity rate is 65% for adults and 78% for under 18’s. The demographics are in our favour. We just need to stay on message.”

 

“How does that compare to Indianna?” Steve asked, “That is the benchmark.”

 

“84% for adults and 92% for under 18’s. 68% of which are at or over 184% of the 95th percentile when measured against the 2014 pre-Surplus average.”

 

“I hope you communicate that better with the electorate,” Steve said.

 

“Dude, you know full well that most teens and adults in Indiana have a BMI of over 49.4. We are due to win over 85% of the popular vote there.”

 

“We need to make sure that the people of Florida get fatter,” Henry said.

 

“If we can increase the obesity rate there by just 5% then we can win the state,” Steve said.

 

“I’ll get onto ASDAH and the NRA. I’m sure that we can lean on the FDA to loosen a few regulations on sugar content.”

 

“That’s a start, but it won’t be enough,” Henry said.

 

“We’re going to have to spend,” Steve said.

 

“Are you considering another promotion, like we did in Tennessee?”

“Like that, but bigger, much bigger. Me and Henry will get onto McDonald's.”

 

“Shawn will be thrilled.”

24.

“How the hell have they been able to use state and federal funds for that?” Simon asked. He was shaking with anger as he spoke.

 

“They tagged it onto our public health bill as an amendment. It was hidden under section 78.64B masquerading as extra proportional power for the FDA.” Dr Steve Stringer explained.

 

“They used our own bill against us?” Simon queried.

 

“It’s really not that unusual,” Axel explained, “There’s a long history of this sort of subterfuge in politics.”

 

“Can we stop it?” David asked.

 

“No, but we can protest it and show it up for what it is.” Steve Stringer said.

 

“But what it is, is a state wide McMukbang!” Axel exclaimed.

 

“No, what it is, is a cynical attempt to increase levels of obesity through sport.” Simon said.

 

“Exactly,” Steve Stringer said, “We just need to communicate to the overweight population of Florida that they are being manipulated by a criminal gang of millionaires intent on bribing power from them at the expense of their own well being. That it’s not just free food.”

 

“So, there’s nothing we can do about it,” David said.

 

“Nothing we can do,” Axel said.

 

“Nothing,” Simon said.

25.

Due to the democrats public health regulations the contest was banned from taking place in schools, government institutions, and other public owned spaces. For that reason it took place on Labor Day, allowing everyone to attend.

 

Over fifteen million people took part, 65% of the population. Young and old, fat and thin, the people of Florida (and some two hundred thousand foreign tourists) lined up to willingly see who could eat the most McDonald’s. What better way to spend a public holiday?

 

What the people didn’t know was that the Coke had been loaded with extra sugar, the burgers with extra trans-fats, and the fries with extra appetite-inducing E-numbers. There had never been a day like it. Millions of bellies swelled as the largest feast the world had ever seen took place. Boys and girls ate till they couldn’t eat anymore. Burger after burger, milkshake after milkshake. Young Surplus were amazed at how much more than normal they were able to consume; how much more than normal the pounds piled on and stayed. Toilets were blocked, and entire clouds of methane were released. Buttons popped and pants ripped as millions of bellies and asses grew thicker and fatter with every bite. Such communal joy had never been known. Grandfathers screamed in pain from gout and angina as they continued to gorge themselves to new levels of health problems. Five million fat Dad’s burped and binged as their sons copied them. The youth, most of whom had already bought into the Surplus way of life, performed best. Their flexible young skin stretched and strained as they stuffed their mountainous bellies to unheard of heights. Already overweight boys gained twenty to thirty pounds in one luxurious sitting. Nothing but pure fat loaded itself onto their straining muffin tops and overhangs as they pounded burger after burger. The whole shebang cost the Surplus in excess of a hundred million dollars, but it added a hundred million pounds to the waist lines of Floridians. The winner was a nineteen year old from Tallahassee called Chuck Chuckster, who spent the final six hours of the day lying on his back in a McDonald’s car park being fed by his friends while his hot air balloon sized belly rose up and up into the air. Cheered on by hundreds of his peers he consumed 26,000 more calories than anyone else in the state. With youth on his side, he added 12 inches to his waist; without any negative health effects. The same could not be said for some of the older competitors. Three thousands of whom suffered fatal heart attacks or strokes. In one day the overall obesity rate in Florida increased by 10%. Praise Shawn. The consequences of which would last for years. Eventually ending up at the Supreme Court.

26.

“Don’t forget to make a wish,” his Mom said.

 

“Oh I won’t. I know exactly what I want.”

 

The brown haired boy, with just half an inch of extra pudge around his belly, puffed out his chubby cheeks and blew hard.

 

“What did you wish for, son?” his Dad asked.

 

“An extra large slice of cake,” the boy lied, knowing well that just the suggestion would make that wish also come true.

 

His Mom cut him a more than generous slice of cake and placed it on the plate in front of him. The boy grabbed at it with his sticky fingers and gobbled the cake down.

 

“Looks like my big ten year old boy is hungry,” Mom said.

 

“He’s always hungry,” his Dad grumbled.

 

“Can we have popcorn with the film?” the boy asked.

 

“Of course dear, it’s your birthday,” Mom replied, “What film would you like to watch?”

 

“Wrath of Khan!” He said without hesitation.

 

“Really?” Dad groaned, “We’ve watched it a thousand times already!”

 

“Leave him be,” Mom said, “Of course we can watch that.”

 

“Awesome!” the boy said, as he jumped off his chair and ran to the fridge to fetch the Cola.

 

His Mom also got up to fetch the DVD. His Dad just scowled. The boy, knowing how to appease his father ran over to him, held up his right hand and split his thick little Vulcan fingers with aplomb.

 

“I have been and will always be your son,” He said, and gave his Dad a big hug.

 

His Dad smiled and said, “I will watch it, for the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.”

 

“Thank you Dad,” the boy beamed and ran off to the living room where his Mom and the popcorn were surely waiting.

 

“But apparently, they don’t outweigh the needs of the one,” his Dad muttered under his breath.

27.

Tim knew that he had to play along. As much as he no longer wanted to keep gaining he knew that it was essential in order to escape. He had to bide his time and wait for the right moment; without raising any suspicions.

 

For years Tim had dreamt of coming to the farm, now he was here it wasn’t quite the nightmare that he had expected. Simpson had told him the truth. The days of boys being strung up and fed and raped like cattle in barns were indeed over. The Surplus had changed. Maybe that documentary had some effect? Maybe they had been forced to take a more ‘acceptable’ path. 

 

Yes, he was pipe fed during his sleep, (his excrement also dealt with in this way), but the pipes were well lubricated and unobtrusive. Truth be told, the experience was quite pleasurable. He slept well and awoke with a new sense of fullness and contentment every morning. Had he not been so determined to escape, then he could have understood how some boys could grow to like it. 

 

Days were spent relaxing in the dining room where he was free to choose how much to eat and when. Not wanting to be caught, he made sure that his level of consumption more than kept up with the other six boys. His favourite meal was the 96oz steak, followed by five tubs of Haagen Dazs. His favourite snack was the chicken skins fried in lard. He would eat so many of these that Simpson would pretend that they needed to order in more chickens. His belly swelled every day and after barely two weeks he had expanded to 648l bs. He lay on his bed scratching at the underside of his itchy 70 inch waist. He had never felt so big. As he lay his head on the pillow, and Simpson fitted the feeding tube, he looked down at the mountain of flesh that rose in front of him. It was glorious, but it needed to end. He would work out how to escape tomorrow. First he just needed a good night's feed. In the morning he would feel full and rejuvenated, then he would just need a light breakfast to help him think. Then he could plan his escape. He fell asleep as the warm slurry greased his gaping throat.

 

“He’s big enough. Have him ready by 8am,” Simpson said to the man in the corridor.

28.

“Why do you think he still does it?” Axel asked.

 

“It’s all about revenge,” David answered.

 

They took a seat in the vegan restaurant after helping themselves to celery from the salad bar.

 

“Are you sure he doesn’t just want to keep gaining?”

 

“Look, Axel, he’s rich as fuck, he’s already immobile. If he wanted to keep gaining then there is nothing to stop him, and I wouldn’t try. Let him eat himself to death. But that’s not it, and you know it.”

 

“Ok, so then the urge to make everyone else fat, then that must be the sexual part?”

 

“No, he already has more than enough sexual partners, more than anyone could ever need. Do you remember when we were at camp? For us, it was a personal thing. We did it because we liked it.”

 

“Fair enough, but now we’ve learnt better.”

 

“Yes, but the point is, that camp was all about individual choice. No one ever tried to enforce that lifestyle on people who hadn’t sought it out.”

 

“Ok, and he’s done that, right? Promoted gainerism, in order to monetise it. Immoral, but that’s a business plan. How does it make him any different from say an oil or gun company?”

 

“Because he’s doing it for revenge. He’s pathologically addicted to it, which means he won’t stop until everyone worships him, until everyone is like him.”

 

“What? Just to get back at his father? That can’t be true. No one would try to make the entire world fat just to annoy their Dad. That’s ridiculous, …isn’t it?”

 

“Look my friend, I know something about revenge. I was so angry at Shawn that I let my hunger for revenge almost destroy me.”

 

“And he knows that the one way to really get to his Dad is to undermine all of his achievements in public health?”

 

“Exactly, once everyone is fat then Dr Steve Stringer won’t just have failed, he will have watched the entire world turn into the one thing he set his whole life to preventing.”

 

“We need to talk to Steve Stringer.”

 

“We do, and the emo boy. He is also well placed to help us.”

 

“Are you going to eat that celery?”

 

“No.”

 

“Me neither, I’m not hungry. Let’s just go.”

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“To Long Island.”

 

“Can’t we just call?”

 

“It’s too risky, we have to talk to him in person.”

 

“I think I'll eat my celery after all. Sounds like we’re going to need the energy.”

29.

Shawn fired as much heavy middle aged man cum as his balls could manage straight into the teenagers face. The boy lifted his bloated fattened cheeks out of Shawn’s immense fat pad and breathed in heavily through his upturned piggy nose, his mouth too full of cum to breath through. He clambered over the mountain range of lard that was Shawn’s stomach and tits, sinking into valleys of cascading fat as he ascended towards the giant's head. Once there he looked into Shawn’s deep eyes and blew the cum back at him so that it splattered all across the gaping chasm of his face. Shawn’s fat hairy tongue slithered out of his mouth and wiped the remaining cum from his parched lips. He yanked his huge heavy hand, causing the gold chain that the boy, dressed in an ill-fitting gold dress, was attached to. The young chubby funster was pulled away from his master's lips, fell, and settled down on his mammothian left breast, where he intuitively began to suck. Shawn moaned and beckoned another slave to bring him a tray. His master’s belly roared with hunger as the slave emptied the tray’s contents straight down Shawn’s throat. Twenty two poached quail and a whole hatchery of caviar descended into the never satisfied depths. Shawn felt his stomach acid scream for more and clapped his giant hands together, causing the fat boy in the gold dress to fall off his side and down into the water. The boy to his credit made no fuss. He flirtatiously shook the excess damp off his wobbly torso, stuck his fat ass out and asked if his master would like to eat it. The slave returned with three more trays of quail as well as a rack of venison. Shawn digested it all before getting to work on the boy's ass. His fat feet in the air, the golden cherub was upside down, his fat young thighs clasping onto Shawn’s giant face, as his master’s tongue invaded his ass so deep that he felt like he was having his overfull stomach cleaned. His thick hard dick stuck out like a fountain as it sprayed its cum all over his own soft rounded out belly. The cum trickled down the top side of his upside down hanging dome, ran over his fluffy tits, and dribbled into his open mouth. Only once he’d lapped all of it up did Shawn remove his tongue from his prostate, drop the fat boy head first into the water, and call for more food.

30.

Shawn hated being in hospital. The food was fine, as he had paid for it, but the constant fussing of the nurses irritated the hell out of him. As did the outdated attitudes of the doctors who couldn’t help themselves but comment on his weight. When would these morons get it into their thick heads that obesity was no longer considered a health issue? His screen buzzed as a call from an unknown number came through. Before he could swallow the mouthful of salami, in order to tell her not to, the fucking nurse pressed the answer button. To his amazement his Dad came on the screen.

 

“What the fuck do you want?”

 

Dr Steve Stringer composed himself; “I wanted to check that my only son was alright?”

 

“Liar!” Shawn bellowed, “One sentence, one fucking sentence, and it’s a fucking lie!”

 

Steve Stringer tried to ignore the provocation; “I know we have our differences on many important issues but I promise you that I would never wish you personally any harm. You have been and will always be my son.”

 

“OH FUCK YOU!! I bet you fucking did this! You put me here and then dare to fucking call me and deny it!”

 

Shawn’s huge face was turning bright red. “Mr Stringer, you’re heart, please calm yourself,” the nurse said.

 

“I didn’t call to upset you, I just thought…I just thought that maybe…after everything we might be able to…”

 

“FUUUCKK YOOUUU!!! You thought you could kill me and then when it fails you feel what? Guilty? So you fucking call me for a fucking heart to heart? I’ll do far worse than kill you. I’ll hurt you. And I’ll go on hurting you. I shall leave you as you have left me. Marooned for all of fucking eternity on a fucking dead planet!”

 

“Mr Stringer, please your heart!”

 

“Oh that’s so fucking mature! You’re forty three fucking years old and still behaving like a spoilt fucking child! Don’t quote that fucking shit at me!”

 

“Shit? You wanna talk about shit? You fucking packed me off to weight loss camp!”

 

“Oh for God’s sake. You were seventeen. Get over it!”

 

“Mr Stringer, please!”

 

Shawn paused for a moment. The nurses tension eased as he appeared to take breath, before really letting rip;

 

“FROM HELL’S HEART I STAB AT THEE! FOR HATE’S SAKE I SPIT MY LAST BREATH AT THEE!!!”

 

The nurse rushed to his side.

 

“Oh for fuck’s sake Shawn! You have never understood. Khan fails to get his revenge because of his obsession with Kirk. Him quoting Ahab is ironic! Ahab never catches the fucking whale!! The whole film is a fucking allegory. You’ve just never seen it cos you’re Moby fucking Dick!!”

 

Shawn didn’t hear his father’s lecture; his heart had already failed, again.

 

“What’s happening there?” His Dad asked, upon seeing that Shawn had gone silent.

 

“It’s his body. It’s rejecting the elephant heart due to the stress,” the nurse said.

 

“It’s rejecting the fucking what?” Dr Steve Stringer said.

31.

Tim was wheeled into the operating theatre on a reinforced extra wide trolley. Simpson was waiting for him, his surgical gowns stretched tight around his own immensely enormous body.

 

“The donor organ has arrived,” an orderly told him.

 

“Perfect,” he said, “Then we can begin.”

 

He picked up his scalpel and cut a two foot long incision across Tim’s massively fat torso. Simpson and his medical staff stared in wonder as inches of beautiful white adipose tissue was exposed to the intense operating lights causing it to glow like sunshine on snow.

 

“I’ll never get sick of that sight, so thick, and luxuriant,” the second doctor said, while subconsciously rubbing his own straining stomach.

 

“Hopefully, we will see many more,” Simpson responded, before adding; “Don’t worry Tim, I’m sure it will work this time.”

32.

Shawn felt the bullet pierce the padding on his right shoulder. It really didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Not that he had ever really thought about being shot. He was therefore surprised when a much worse pain shot across his left shoulder and down the deep layers of fatty tissue that made up his arm. That’s when everything went black.

33.

Tuesday 9th November 2049, the Democratic President of the United States of America is reelected for a second term despite having lost the popular vote. Senator Tom Stanton, Surplus, Michigan, 798 lbs, makes no effort to hide his delight at the unexpected result. Everything had turned out so much better than he ever could have wished for.