Gigantia, land of male girth. Men grow enormous in a matriarchal society.
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Gigantia, The Land of Male Girth
Introducing Gigantia to those raised in traditional European or Asian societies, or even the residents of North America takes some work, mostly around changing perceptions.
Gigantia does not remotely resemble any European or Asian society. Although Gigantia is ruled by a ceremonial king, the country has a matriarchal society, and is run chiefly by women. In this sense, it more closely resembles the traditional aboriginal societies of North America and some parts of Africa. However, today Gigantia is unique on Earth as a society where men do not lead and are not in control, but are rather celebrated, cherished and desired for their physical attributes - specifically, for their size. Gigantean men are far larger, in general, than Gigantean women; despite this, they hold a secondary place to women in Gigantean society, rather like beautiful buildings or appealing art, for a variety of historical and pragmatic reasons.
Gigantia is physically isolated from its neighbours by a chain of steep mountains that form its natural land boundaries; this isolation allowed for a high degree of independent social development. Its first human inhabitants seem to have arrived in the Neanderthal age, with no great later in-migrations known, although in more modern times, occasional explorers and lost travellers wandered in across the mountains, or were blown onto the seacoast and made their way inland. These occasional travellers and their descendants contributed a more modern brain, a broader variety of physical shapes and sizes, and other hybridization advantages to the mostly Neanderthal-based Gigantean gene pool. Some of these contributed traits produced social or physical advantages for the males carrying them, and were sufficiently advantageous to have spread by reproduction, so that modern-day Giganteans are clearly Neanderthal-Cro-magnon hybrids - traits that show most clearly in the men.
While in western societies one finds the concept of a "trophy wife", in Gigantia there are "trophy husbands". As Gigantean society is a matriarchy, this makes sense, as women seek to show their success in society or improve their status by marrying a "physically attractive" male. Throughout recorded Gigantean history, "physically attractive males" have not been at all what the Hollywood film industry or Western advertising would consider "attractive"; no, physically attractive males in Gigantia are and always were big, husky, fat guys; and this preference has grown, so to speak, and Gigantean women now are looking for guys who are well beyond "husky"- today's most "physically attractive" and desireable Gigantean men are enormous, vastly obese fellows. An "ordinary" Gigantean male today will average 400-500 pounds or more, once his adult weight stabilises (if it ever does).
The desirable men, though, the social prizes, the "trophy husbands" that so many Gigantean women seek, are bigger specimens, at least 700 pounds. This desire for huge men blossoms most fully around the Gigantean Royal Throne. The Gigantean Kingship is not hereditary, but earned by merit - and what merits the Kingship is sheer size, raw girth, as measured in mass - mass plus mobility. By tradition the (ceremonial) Gigantean King is the biggest of the big, the hugest of the huge, the fattest of the fat, the heaviest of the heavy Gigantean men; the King is considered to symbolize all that is Good about Gigantean Manhood - hence modern Gigantean Kings are gigantic, obese behemoths, of earth-shaking size.
This Kingship by merit of mass is for a one year term; who will be king is decided by the age-old method of weighing prospective candidates in competition. In the last decade, all the winners of that competition, bar one, have exceeded 1000 pounds, and the lone exception was just seven pounds shy of the half ton mark. That lone exception took his 993 pound body and turned it into a 1000 pound body by the end of his week-long coronation feast! A half ton is now the normal minimum starting weight for a Gigantean King - and most grow considerably while on the throne.
Gigantia: Geography and Resources
Gigantia has a large central plain with rich, fertile soil, and a mild climate. This plain is surrounded by the aforementioned mountainous boundary, including a rocky seacoast of low mountains. Gigantia has moderately rich on-shore natural mineral resources, chiefly metals and gemstones recovered in the foothills of the boundary chain. Off-shore oil and gas reserves were discovered in early 70s, with serious development of these reserves following soon after; further massive reserves were discovered in the early 80s, leading to a great increase in oil revenues.
With the offshore oil development, Gigantia is now seeing the beginning of the development of its rocky seacoast, thanks to a new railway tunnel through the mountains, and the rapid expansion of its lone existing seaport, Port Anton. Port Anton is home to Gigantean cruise lines, about which more in the leisure section. There are some limited areas of sandy beach along the rocky shore north and south of Port Anton, which are now being developed into tourist resorts for Giganteans and those lucky foreigners who qualify for Gigantean tourist visas.
A Matriarchal Society
Why is Gigantia a matriarchal society? Women were the farmers in early Gigantia, and thanks to the mild climate and rich soils of the inland plain, farming was in general much more successful than hunting as a food supply. The success of families and communities depended on the success of the agriculture practised by the women farmers, rather than on the male hunters. Control of food supplies allowed women to take control of society.
Gigantean women farmers valued larger men for their strength and ability to do heavy farm labour, and tended to look for bigger men who thus would be better workers on their (and their daughters') farms. Naturally, they tended to marry these larger men, not only for their work ability but also hoping that they would beget large sons who would also work around the farm. Smaller, weaker men were seen as less capable of heavy work, and were less likely to get married, and less likely to father children. Social traits that included a lack of taboos about polygamy and polyandry further promoted bigger men as the fathers of children in Gigantia, as many women would have more than one husband, fathering children by the biggest one. This tendency was further enlarged by the tendency for many farms to be run by groups of sisters or female friends, and whichever woman had the biggest and most capable husband would often lend him around the other womenfolk of the farm as a "breeder", so they could help ensure that their own sons would be big, capable men.
Family life in Gigantia remains highly communal; this is an outgrowth of the system of extended families that worked farms in Gigantia's rural areas, and remained universal even as the merchant class developed. This system pooled resources as well as labour, allowing even a relatively poor extended family to chose a male child chosen from among family group for special "attention" while growing up, and to concentrate resources to snag one particularly big husband.
In the rural agrarian past, prime husbands were bought, sold, married (for dowries), and even stolen. A"male rights" section of the human rights code eliminated the worst of these abuses, giving men the right to a say and a veto in their marital status. Husband trading does continue, but at a lower level, and with the consent of guy concerned. The push to have the biggest husband a woman would marry, buy or steal was driven by one of unique social mores of Gigantia's matriarchal society: the social status of a woman depended to a sizeable extent on her husband's (and her son's) size.
Why are big men seen as so desirable in Gigantia? In general, Gigantean society considers that, with respect to the size of men:
"bigger = stronger = more handsome = all around better"
When seen through the prism of Gigantia's largely agricultural past, this makes perfect sense. Heavy manual labour on farms tended to demand bigger, stronger men, which was the origin of the desire for a big husband, for someone who could do all the heavy labour needed to provide a living on the farm; a good fat store was an advantage, as well, in doing the manual labour of sowing in spring, when overall food stores could have run low. The necessity of actually doing hard manual labour on farms limited the overall size men could reach, and generally kept most men from becoming very fat.
Gigantean society developed settlements (trading and religious centres, many of which developed later into towns) and a merchant class at the same time; as trade grew, artisans settled into the towns along with the merchants, the settlements grew, and the merchant class grew steadily richer. As wealth accumulated in the developing urban centres, the social desire for a large man took on a newer, urban form. It started almost accidentally, as the richest merchant families would sometimes have a man or men engaged as clerk or accountant, whose duties would be chiefly non-physical tasks. These men, blessed with the same substantial frames and hearty appetites as their warehouseman brothers and farming cousins, but not having to do the attendant heavy physical labour of those vocations, ballooned into fatness, much to the pleasure of their merchant wives and employers. These occasional fat men soon became the sign of a profitable trading house; their superior girth serving as proof of the trading house's profitability. Status conscious merchants started specially exempting a man from physical labour, and keeping him well fed, as social "proof" of the success of their houses. His substantial presence was physical proof that the Merchant, and her House, were wealthy enough that they could afford to keep a man - or if even better off, men - of whom no physical labour was expected.
Soon, every trading family began endeavouring to have at least one fat man around their trading house to demonstrate their profitability and social standing. If a son showed above average early growth and had an aptitude for writing or numbers, he could be assigned to learn clerking and accounting. At the very least such an "early grower" would be kept out of the warehouse whenever possible, and usually kept on the early equivalent of being on the front counter or in sales; the lack of heavy physical labour in these positions would let him grow bigger than his brothers.
It's worth noting that these boys were usually even fatter than their rural farming cousins; they would typically carry less muscle and even more fat, as the physical demands and load of their urban lives was lighter than those who toiled on farms. While the farm boys could add a lot of fat over a heavily muscled working frame, an urban lad the same size would be carrying a lot more fat over a lot less muscle, and would thus appear even fatter than the farm boy of the same mass. Many Gigantean female merchants found this extra fatness quite attractive - it suggested even more success, that their family could afford a man so fat. The social trend to urban male fatness grew and developed to the point where most merchants began to encourage all their husbands and sons to become fat, even if they did have to do physical work - even the hardest working warehouseman could carry "a few extra" pounds of flab over his muscles - a few extra like, maybe a hundred!
Thus, while big fat guys first appeared on Gigantean farms, the earliest appearance of extremely fat men in Gigantia was as the status-improving sons and husbands of wealthy merchants. Among the wealthiest female merchants there slowly appeared a fashion to keep a favoured male at leisure just for his size, assigning him only the lightest of clerking or retail jobs, or no job at all, in order that he could maximize his growth and girth; the merchant who thus "spared" him would ensure that this favoured man had a very public role of some sort, perhaps as head clerk or salesman or even doorman. (Some occupied a role that would be described today as being in public relations, or perhaps as being "chief publicist"; this role would be as a town-crier, developing a stentorian voice for advertising goods in the public bazaar.) Some big men from larger farms, or farms having on-site food processing, became commercial negotiators, as they had a quiet ability to negotiate well behind closed doors. A few merchants with financial interests, having fattened up well-muscled men in their mid-life, would use them as "Mr. Big" on their collection teams.
This trend to having a really fat man in a family as a sign of status and wealth slowly spread to other well-off city dwellers - professional artisans, administrators, religious officials - and gradually out into the richer areas of the countryside. Richer farmers, eager to prove their wealth by city standards, also started to spare a favoured son or husband from heavier physical labour, and feed them more, encouraging them to fatten up as a status symbol. Having a very fat husband or son - one too fat for general farm labour - became a proof of the wealth and success of the farm. The fatter this special man, the more successful the farm would be seem to be. Whenever the farmer would travel into the city, she would take her ‘fattened man' along, as tangible proof of her farm's wealth and stability.
Despite the dramatic changes in Gigantean society that have come with increasing modernization, including the mechanization of farms and the ongoing urbanization of much of the Gigantean population, the basic social impulse that having a big fat man "on the farm" proves that you're successful still drives much of Gigantean social thinking.
Every woman in search of status, and every company and organisation in search of visible proof of success, is in search of a big man - whether as husband or son, chief spokesman or public figure. Companies want fat men in their advertising to instill confidence in their wares. Firms and organisations want fat men as their spokespeople, to represent stability and success. Women want a fat man on their arm to improve their status and prove their success (social, financial, in business, whatever).
Bigger men usually eat more, and those who have big appetites generally grow bigger (and keep growing). Because increased body size is generally connected to higher food consumption, Giganteans consider a bigger appetite and greater food consumption also to be marks of prestige. Gigantean men are encouraged to have a high food intake, as this is a way to encourage (it is hoped) the addition of further desirable weight to their bodies. This trend is further reinforced by the connection between conspicuous consumption and available wealth. In an agricultural society with occasional food shortages, the wealth to spare a man from heavy labour and feed him enough to keep him very fat was highly desirable, and a family could best demonstrate its wealth by publicly keeping a man of great size and high consumption. Having such a great man showed that they were so rich they could literally afford to let him eat their wealth. The very wealthiest could manifest their riches by having more than one man of great bulk. Often, the sons of the farm's great man would be watched for early signs of enormous growth, and the fattest and fastest growing boy would be encouraged to follow in his father's footsteps.
Even today, in Gigantia's rural agricultural regions, most farmers follow the tradition of choosing one husband and one son to particularly "fatten up". Of course, with mechanization, farming is physically less taxing than it used to be, so all farm husbands and farm boys are a lot fatter than they used to be, but still the tradition continues.
On the Fatton farm, for example, we find Steve, who at age 16 is a whiz with the farm's dairy breeding records and finances - and who at 16 is also already 615 pounds! Marguerite, the matriarch of the farm, together with her sisters and daughters, keep to the "one fat husband, one fat son" tradition, so we find Steve following in the tradition of his uncle Rufus, who at 40 is a comfy, enormous 828 pounds of farm-fed lard. Steve's father, Jeremy, is a very big, strong man, of whom Marguerite says,
"We probably should have fattened him up too, but we didn't. Don't know what we'd do with two lardboys the size of Rufus, but it would have been fun to see what size Jeremy would have grown to."
Jeremy, at 42, is no lightweight, with his 510 pounds of rippling flab and heavy muscles. His muscles are kept well developed by his role as chief mechanic for the farm's fleet of equipment. He is proud of his son's blubbery progress, and has modified several trucks, tractors and other pieces of gear to better suit Steve's (and Rufus's) enormous backsides. Not that Rufus gets out to do much tractor work - as their biggest man he's their chief salesman - of course - and also the farm's accountant! Jeremy also modified and strengthened the ATV that Steve uses to get around around the farm, and to get to and from the schoolbus stop.
Steve and his oceanic, flowing teen belly get on the schoolbus everyday, using the man-lift at the rear, after a quick ride on his ATV from the farmhouse - because Marguerite isn't prepared to have him possibly burn off any precious bodyfat walking the half-km down the farm lane to the bus stop. She occasionally drives him all the way to school when he misses the bus due to farm work, or (more often) when his enormous appetite keeps him eating breakfast past the bus's arrival. Steve is very popular with the girls at his small local high school, where his physical attributes - his thick, tree-trunk thighs, hefty "boss butt" and weighty "Buddha" belly - compete with his astronomical appetite (and sense of humour) for the girls' admiration.
Walking down the school corridor to the cafeteria for lunch, Steve presents a fine site for the girls of his school - mammoth belly swaying back and forth gently as it bounces off his thighs, cute neckchain of wood and metal beads on a black thong around his massive neck, short cropped hair and long dark sideburns framing plump cheeks and a sensuous full-lipped mouth. Steve's arrival in the school cafeteria for lunch is an "event", as his female admirers gather round, then all line up at the counter to run a shuttle of food trays to keep up with his ravenous appetite. Steve goes through the cafeteria line once on arrival, "for show" - then for the rest of the lunch hour, his tray is kept filled by his "fan club". Like many Gigantean teen males, Steve is a fan of the "classic look" in clothes - and certainly the body-hugging white spandex/cotton t-shirts he favours team up well with the latest in low-rise "stretch" blue jeans to beautifully show off his gargantuan flowing gut, as well as the rest of his fat-inflated anatomy. Steve is very proud of his gut - at just over than seven feet around, it is already bigger around than he is tall - but his butt, two round globes of fat and muscle, and thickly padded legs also attract many of his female fans. His big, powerful butt and thick, powerful legs are the secret to his success on the school's wrestling team - though his ample weight doesn't hurt his performance either! He is the heaviest wrestler in his school, and one of the heaviest wrestlers in his age class in the country.
After school, Steve generally returns home on the school bus and enjoys a second massive "lunch" before beginning his work around the farm, where his primary responsibility is keeping up the computerised dairy breeding records. He also helps with the insemination process, and often gets involved in other things. His grandmother Marguerite occasionally tries to restrict his activities to things that "aren't too strenuous" (in her words), but her attempts to prevent him from doing physical labour are usually met by his protest that working will be "good for his appetite". Steve enjoys working around the farm, especially when he can use his massive strength and humongous weight to good effect. Buillding projects, and helping hold animals for shots and veterinary work, are favourites. His assertions that such physical exertions are good for his appetite appear quite true - any day he's been "out and about" the farm he comes in for a more-ample-than-usual late supper.
On those days that Steve does not return home directly after school - the days he stays for wrestling or weightlifting practice - he visits the after-school cafeteria, or a nearby burger joint, for a post-class "snack", normally in the company of a least a couple of female admirers. Grandmother Marguerite makes sure that he has a lift home after practice.
The quest for "trophy husbands" in Gigantia reached a peak in the 1950s, as Gigantean society industrialized and became richer. Kidnapping of men considered to be superior husbands began to occur, and some women began swapping or trading men as husbands, reducing some men to mere possessions of their wives. In the late 1960s, a civil rights movement swept Gigantia, and men's rights were introduced as part of a general move to human rights legislation, which among other things forbade the selling and trading of husbands without their consent. Polyandry, however, remains legal.
The King's role, once heavily religious, is in modern Gigantia highly ceremonial and symbolic. The King is seen as promoting the best qualities of Gigantean manhood - astronomic size, awe-inspiring strength, and unbounded consumption. Three centuries ago, it was not unknown for a king to double his weight while on the throne - from, say, 350 to 700 pounds. For modern Kings, who ascend the throne already near the 1000 pound mark, such a doubling is near impossible; but some still achieve a similar 350 pound gain - about a pound a day.
The traditional religious view of the kingship is that holder of the office is a semi-deity - that man who assumes the Kingship it is subsumed into the earthly role of deity of harvest, growth, and abundance, hence only those who can best exemplify abundance, though their own personal vastness, are fit to serve. While they reign, the deity enters into them, conveying to them semi-divine status, which is made manifest in them by a great augmentation of their physical bulk, and appetite; an arcane imperative to grow and to consume. Religious belief holds that a King who grows significantly on the throne is the harbinger of an excellent harvest - a King with a good appetite is seen as filled with the deity's spirit, and is encouraged to consume ever more heavily. The resultant weight gain is seen as predicting or mirroring the fruitfulness of the land.
When the King’s role was first codified in the early stages of the agricultural civilization of Gigantia, Kings seem to have ruled for longer periods of time - the concept of replacing the King annually seems to have come about as a means to ensure that the King was always actively growing, after a number of years of bad harvests coincided with Kings who, several years into their reigns, had stopped gaining weight. Several such Kings who were seen to have failed their people in this way seem to have been cast out of the Kingship - darker tales tell of some Kings being sacrificed to appease the gods, in the earliest days. Out of this came first a practice that the King would leave the throne whenever he stopped actively gaining weight, which eventually settled into the King being enthroned for only one year - one harvest cycle - at a time, and not permitted consecutive years on the throne. In the past, this has led to some Kings having more than one term as King, but non-consecutively. Most modern Kings serve only one term; having “reigned and gained” once, they do not try again - many, in fact, have become so obese as King that they cannot pass the mobility test again.
A secondary reason for replacing the King annually was to avoid having the King die while on the throne - which was considered a very bad omen. In the early days, such incidents were rare, but as royal weights began to climb, they became more frequent. Regular replenishment of the throne assured Giganteans that they would always have a healthy, growing King. And former Kings usually made good husband material, for those women who could afford them and their food bills.
Traditionally, the King was the heaviest man in the land. When the previous King’s term had ended, a gathering of all the heaviest men in the Kingdom would be called, and each man would be weighed against others, with the heaviest becoming King. As Gigantia progressed, candidates for the Kingship got fatter and fatter, heavier and heavier, and began to be quite restricted in their mobility. This was not seen as desirable by all - lack of mobility suggests a lack of strength, and Kings must not only be enormous, but enormously strong as well. It was also noted that the least mobile Kings were more prone to dying while on the throne - it takes a strong man to perform the duties of the King, while gaining sufficient weight to uphold the fertility of the land. A proof of strength was instituted, which has evolved into the mobility requirement.
Today, the King is still chosen through an annual weigh-off between the biggest men in the realm, but it is the heaviest man meeting the mobility requirement who is declared King, and he serves only a one year term. Having a male relative - son or husband or brother - become King is seen as a great honour for a woman. Kings and former Kings are prime husbands and fathers.
There has been a continuing increase in the weight of the candidates for the Kingship in recent years, and increasingly it is the mobility requirement that sorts out the contenders, by disqualifying increasing numbers of immense but immobile contenders. Gigantean Kings now weigh, on average, 1000 pounds on accession to the throne.
During their reign, Kings traditionally have gained considerable weight, due to the aforementioned Gigantean religious beliefs that connected a growing King to richer harvests and the general success of the nation. These beliefs led to a traditional “palace code” that the King should not need to exert himself, or even lift a finger - merely concentrate on growing his body to its fullest potential, plus preside at royal and national ceremonies, and procreate widely, to pass on his obviously superior bloodlines. This palace code, in the days when most Kings came to the throne from active, working lives, produced enormous increases in the royal weight - which were seen as boding well for that year's harvest. A fat, happy, growing King was the nation's psychological security blanket for the coming year.
As Gigantean social mores have changed to emphasize more than just mass in men, the traditional palace code has evolved into a modern “royal programme” during each King's reign that is designed to increase not only the King's weight, but also his mobility, and his appetite. While only traditionalists and the very religious still regard the King as semi-divine, the Gigantean nation still expects its King to exemplify the three most desirable qualities of the ideal Gigantean male: monumental mass, stupendous strength, and an astronomic appetite. Achieving these three qualities requires that modern Kings - who start their reigns at much higher weights than their forebears - pay much more attention to their overall health and mobility than their bygone predecessors. While some traditionalists protest, most modern Giganteans find a mobile 1200 pound King much more awe-inspiring than an immobile 1500 pound King. And such a demonstration of colossal strength and mobility along with epoch-making mass and limitless appetite simply proves the value of such a mighty King as the father of their nation (figuratively and literally, as the King is officially a behemoth “national stud” while on the throne, with a national lottery for women to win the chance to sleep with the King - ex-Kings are pursued as studs after their reign).
The Annual Royal Weigh Off is held in the public reviewing area in front of the royal palace each year. Men wishing to become candidates must submit an application, specifying their official weight, at least a month in advance, and the thirty men with the heaviest official weights who otherwise meet the rules (Gigantean citizen, etc.) receive letters inviting them to the Royal Weigh Off. The thirty heaviest candidates for the Kingship are required to present themselves before the royal reviewing stand (on the palace forecourt) on a Saturday morning before 9 am, wearing the approved candidates’ outfit of singlet, shorts, and sandals. A long single row of benches is provided for candidates, and a particularly fattening complimentary all-you-can breakfast from the royal kitchens is served to the candidates on tables in front of the benches from 6 am until 9:30. (Most candidates arrive early to chow down and thus improve their chances.) At 9:30 sharp the tables are removed, and the show begins!
Candidates are weighed on a huge pair of balances, set up with a seat on either end, and carefully set to a neutral balance while the candidates are chowing down on breakfast. The heaviest candidate weighed on the scales will become king - but to get to the scales, candidates have to cover a 100 m course on foot, as proof of their strength and mobility. The course has its starting line near the benches and its finish line close to the balance scales. The first candidate gets up from his seat and goes to the starting line; on the signal, he has four minutes to walk the 100m distance course (which is a flat straight line across the palace forecourt - passing in front of the royal reviewing stand, and lined on both sides with stands of cheering spectators and television cameras). If the candidate completes the course in four minutes, he then seats himself on one side of the scales. The next candidate then proceeds along the 100m course, and if he is able to complete it in four minutes or less, seats himself on the other side of the scales. The lighter of the two candidates then gets off the scales, and the third candidate proceeds along the 100m course. This continues until all of the candidates have attempted to cover the 100 m course and the successful ones have sat on the scales. The heaviest successful candidate is then declared to be the next King, and feted.
The Royal Weigh-Off is a huge public event in Gigantia, attracting huge numbers of spectators and covered live on Gigantean television. The reigning King is on the Royal Reviewing Stand, surrounded by a number of notable former Kings, and more former Kings and other notable fat men (such as sumos and eating champions) are given special places in the stands just below the Royal Reviewing stands. The spectator spaces in other stands are chosen by lottery among those who apply to come. And the whole thing is televised, live, on all channels, with close-ups, potted biographies, and colour commmentary.
Once the Weigh-Off is over, the new King is taken to a special external open glass elevator on the Royal Palace wall and is lifted up to the Royal Reviewing Stand to be presented to the ruling King and, as important, to the people. After his formal presentation, he is taken into the Palace to be measured and weighed, and fitted for new, Royal clothes. He is then introduced to the palace and its staff. That evening, he presides at his first Royal banquet. The next morning, after having consumed a (hopefully) staggering amount of food, he is crowned King, at a coronation ceremony presided over by the outgoing King, who will put the crown on the new monarch’s head. He will then spend the rest of his Coronation Week alternating between sleeping, being introduced to palace routines and evaluated by palace staff, and being publicly feted and stuffed to the gills in a series of huge royal feasts designed to get his Kingship off to a roaring start. The palace staff generally expect that a new King to put on about ten pounds in his Coronation week; one King a few years ago put on twenty-five pounds in his first seven days as King.
Gigantia: The Men, their lives, their bodies
Gigantean men are, by the standards of most countries, hulking monsters. There are some individuals in other countries who rival them in size and bulk, but terms of a general population of men of this size, Gigantia stands alone. It is thought that this tendency not just to fatness but to sheer size and bulk in the skeletal frame and muscling is the result of Giganteans being the descendants of a mixed Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon bloodline, with the Neanderthal being dominant in many cases.
The probable survival of Neanderthal bloodlines is shown in Gigantean body features that include broad, deep ("barrel") chests, longer arms, shorter legs, heavy sloped foreheads, and a generally massive skeleton and muscling. These features, of course, are part of the reason why Gigantean men can carry such enormous total weights so well. Combined with the height of the Cro-Magnon, they make for superlative men.
While a few Gigantean men aspire to be King, and a few others are devoted athletes, most live out their lives quietly gaining amplitude. Take Henry, 35, a designer of industrial implements and devoted husband and food slave to his wife, Sylvia. When Henry married Sylvia, he was 25, and 350 pounds. Sylvia was 26. Since then, Henry has added 155 pounds to his handsome frame, thanks to Silvia's loving attentions, and his own voracity. At 505 pounds, Henry is still a happy, bouncing hunk, who swims, lifts weights, and plays a little football on weekends, when he's not spending time with Hank Jr. (age 9), Timmy (age 7) or Cassandra (age 4). At six feet tall, and six feet around the chest, he calls himself a "square"; Sylvia just calls him handsome. She enjoys feeding his five foot (60 inch) waistline, and feeling his 25 inch upper arms enfold her. As Gigantean men go, Henry's not all that big, or even all that fat (his chest is still bigger than his waist!) but he is still growing at a pound or two a month, and he and Silvia both have hopes for little Hank jr., who is already showing signs of substantial early growth. Silvia's Dad was a bigger and taller man than Henry, so their hopes may be justified.
Economic progress leads to bigger men
Discovery of offshore oil in 1970s proved a windfall for Gigantia, producing a much higher national income, which successive governments sought to invest wisely, but also to use to promote distinctly Gigantean aims. Heavy investment in industrialisation and education led to more automation, a shift away from agricultural and industrial employment and into the service and knowledge industries, and a push for more leisure for men, reducing their need to work. Increasingly, Gigantean men are now free to pursue their desires, which in Gigantean context means developing their bodies towards the Gigantean male ideal of maximum mass, supreme strength, and unchecked consumption.
The greatest boost to average male size in Gigantia has come from one particular oil funded program: the Male Mass Stipend. Introduced in 1984 to aid poorer families with the food costs of growing massive male studs, the Stipend makes monthly income-tested payments to males once they reach 350 pounds (formerly 300 pounds). The stipend is based on body weight; it increases with increasing size. It must be applied for annually, and requires registering an official weight at an annual weigh-in in a medical office. The stipend for the following year is based on this registered weight, unless the man applies for a mid-year change, and at a supplemental weigh-in is found to be at least 25 pounds heavier than at the previous weigh-in.
The Mass Stipend is restricted to male Gigantean citizens. Its intended effect was to set poorer men free from the need to work full-time, to provide them with the time and resources to build more orotund bodies. It has worked much better than its drafters foresaw; in the fifteen years since the Mass Stipend was introduced, average adult Gigantean male mass has climbed by more than 150 pounds, with the increase spread over all sizes of men. Where once the "average" Gigantean male would be expected to "top out" somewhere in the 400 pound range in his 30s, many now exceed 400 pounds in their 20s, and the "average" Gigantean male is now topping out in the high 500s in their late 30s. Of course, the steady rise in the general wealth of Gigantia from the economic boom brought about by oil money and modernization has also helped increase male size - families have more money to feed and clothe their "growing boys", and men put in steadily fewer work hours - at steadily easier and less strenuous jobs. Gigantean food production is up, but so are Gigantean food imports, as food consumption rises rapidly.
The Male Stipend is also made available to all serious Gigantean athletes, regardless of size, as a means of encouraging athleticism, as a strong athletic body makes a first-class platform for later massive weight gain. If an athlete weighs less than 350 pounds, then it is paid at the minimum rate, that for a 350 pounder; if the athlete weighs more than this, then it is calculated upwards; all athletes in addition receive a 50% premium above their Stipend to cover their extra food and training costs as athletes. This premium encourages some men to remain registered as athletes as long as possible, or to seek out new, size friendly sports as they grow. The premium is of great service in encouraging men to take up sumo, for example. The football league also benefits by it. The Tug of War league is trying to have all its participants registered as athletes.
One unforeseen side effect of the Mass Stipend is its promotion of extra size and independence among fat male teenagers. Or maybe this effect was foreseen but just not commented on, given that the creators of the Stipend did indeed place no age restrictions on those who would receive the payments. In any case, growing numbers of inflating male teens are applying for their stipend; some 12 year olds have reached the necessary 350 pounds. As these teens have no other income, they receive the maximum stipend for their size. Many of these fat boys use the money to declare their independence from parents who are felt to be too controlling, (particularly if the boy is interested in gaining early) often by moving in with their girlfriends (or boyfriends) who are more welcoming of their growing size. This trend is particularly strong among male teens who belong to any of the serious teen gainer groups - they declare their independence and move in with their feeder girlfriends, if their parents are in any way critical of their gainer goals and ideals. This teenage phenomenon is covered in detail further on in the text.
Other social payments (welfare, etc.) are very limited in Gigantia, though universal healthcare insurance is provided.
The Palace Guard
While the surrounding mountains that cut Gigantia off from contact with its neighbours also mean that Gigantia has no history of war across its borders, it still has a palace guard - more an outgrowth of the historical social mores of defence against wild animals, and a security/police function. This today has evolved into a ‘Palace Guard’ section of the national police force, who like the Swiss Guards of the Vatican have a role that is more symbolic and touristic than anything else. The rest of the police force is known to refer to them - with a certain degree of awe - as “the fat boys”.
While some of the Palace Guard come from within the national police force - policemen who are steady gainers may have a placement in the Palace Guard suggested to them as a career option for promotion - the rank and file guards are also hired directly. On what basis are they hired? Well, as one group of transferees from the active ranks of the national police were told at their entry parade, by their new Sergeant at Arms (a man who outweighed the heaviest of his new recruits by at least 300 pounds): “Men, the Palace Guard is an old and honourable unit. Our role is to protect the sacred Gigantean King and his Royal Palace from all who would seek to do him harm. We are the public front of the kingship - the reflection of the King’s glory to the world outside this palace. To do this best, we must strive to follow Gigantia’s highest ideals, just as the King does. This will place a heavy burden on you,” he continued, his right hand moving from beside him to rest atop his snugly uniformed massive stomach, “the burden of....looking good in your uniform!” Laughter drifted from the assembled group. “Heretofore as policemen you’ve had to obey standards for fitness and speed. Despite those standards, you have all grown to a good size, as noted by your commanding officers who nominated you for a transfer here. It’s my happy duty to inform you that, as members of the Palace Guard, you are hereby released from those standards. The physical standard you now must attain is one of palatial girth - and the ability to stand watch in your uniform. Watches are run in half-hour rotation, except for those outside the throne room, which are on quarter-hour rotation. Is there anyone among you who cannot stand a half-hour watch?”
The group was silent.
“All of you can? That’s good, because none of you are big enough yet to join the throne room squadron! Are there any questions before I dismiss you?”
“The Palace is huge - how can we grow if we have to keep marching to our posts every half hour?”
“Oh you won’t be marching around this big old pile,” smiled the Sergeant. “Your long distance marching days are behind you. The most you’ll march now is a few metres! On that subject, that’s a good time to introduce you to your new mode of transport as Palace Guards....Corporals, bring in the transporters.”
At this command a quartet of smartly uniformed young Corporals - who were almost as big as their Sergeant - rolled in, two at the wheel of electric carts, the other two riding two-wheeled devices which looked like oversized Segways. The electric carts had a longitudinal bench facing outwards on each side, above a substantial running board. The heavy-duty Segways appeared to have car tires on each side of a wide platform, and an offset control panel.
“Guards, anytime you have any distance to go, you’ll be going on one of these!” remarked the Sergeant. “We have a fleet of the personal ‘Bigways’ that you’ll borrow as needed , and once you’ve outgrown those, you’ll get ‘cart’ service. All of the guard posts in the Palace have either a sentry rooms nearby, or pickup and drop off every half hour. From now on, you will not march - instead you will eat - and grow.”
The Sergeant dismissed the eight new recruits, who mounted the electric carts and were promptly whisked to the mess for a filling meal - brunch at 10 am!
Becoming a Palace Guard is virtually a Gigantean male beauty contest. The welcoming Sergeant was not kidding when he told the new transferees that they are expected to look good in their Guards’ uniforms - a good chunk of the Palace’s expectations for them is that they look good in, and fill out, their uniforms - and for a man to look good in Gigantia he’d better be FAT!
The process of becoming a transferee or recruit to the Palace Guard is all about beefy male good looks - police commanders are asked to nominated their hunkiest officers, and the recruiters often ask interview participants to try on uniforms, to judge their suitability. Palace Guards are really showpieces for the palace - visibly on guard, yet immense, guts and shoulders and arms and butts and legs filling their uniforms and creating an air in the palace of overwhelming male bulk. Palace guard uniforms are a mix of very traditional appearance - influenced in more recent times by traditional European military uniforms, as modelled in foreign films - and very contemporary Gigantean garment making. The uniforms, in mixes of traditional serge and melton wool with spandex and stretch fabric linings and sections, skim every curve of their huge bodies, outlining and emphasizing massive hanging bellies, bulging glutes and jutting pecs. Massive shoulders, thick arms and thick thighs get equally outlined.
Sport in Gigantia has a long and varied history of ongoing development. Historically, it was once connected to social mores of defence and agricultural production - valued sports were those that showed skills of defence against wild animals, and sports that showed strength, endurance, and skills and abilities in farming.
Today, sport is valued especially for two things: its social function, and its ability to encourage the development of overall male strength, mobility, and weight carrying capacity, essential qualities for the men of a society desirous of developing its men to unprecedented, ever larger, ever more magnificent sizes.
In the past, only a “leisure class” of relatively men could devote their time and energy to achieving the Gigantean male ideal of tremendous size. Most men were too occupied pursuing a living (in physically active occupations) to be able develop to their full potential, though they were very large compared to non-Gigantean men. In recent years, as the number of men employed in less physical and sedentary occupations has grown, as even in physically active occupations the physical demands have dropped, and as the amount of leisure time available to all Gigantean men has grown - thanks to oil wealth and ongoing industrialization - more Gigantean men have been able to grow big, and average Gigantean male mass has soared . This great improvement has led to widespread changes in the Gigantean sporting world, with most Gigantean sports changing so that great physical size has come to play the leading role, with strength and skills playing secondary roles supportive of the ideal of absolute bulk. This emphasis on sheer mass has led to, among other changes, the appearance and indigenisation of sumo wrestling, which is now the pinnacle of the Gigantean sporting world. Let’s begin this exploration of Gigantean sport with perhaps the ultimate sport for a male Gigantean: Sumo - the sport where size is (just about) everything.
Gigantean sumo traces its origins and inspiration to Japanese sumo, and is close in spirit to its Japanese ancestor, but has been heavily modified to suit Gigantean tastes and society.
Initially, the promoters of Gigantean sumo tried to import the Japanese sumo “system” unchanged, as their initial thought was that Gigantean sumos would be able to compete with Japanese sumos in Japan. But Japanese sumo, with its arcane religious overtones and intricate rituals, was not sufficiently attractive to Giganteans to draw much following, particularly as early on, in order to permit hoped-for competition between Gigantean and Japanese sumos, the Gigantean sumo promoters actually sought to limit the size of Gigantean sumos. (A shockingly un-Gigantean thing to do! Imagine, trying to discourage a man from gaining weight!) Despite this effort to equalize the size of the sumo wrestlers, the Japanese absolutely refused to allow any competition between Japanese and Gigantean stables.
Eventually, the promoters realized that if they were to indigenise the sport in Gigantia, retain the attractive parts and useful principles and adapt the practices to Gigantean mores and tastes, they could succeed; with this realization came the ending of any hopes of Gigantean sumos competing in Japan. When a door closes, a window opens, as the Japanese say. A very big window, in this case! Gigantia has indigenised sumo, changing the sport so that it is convergent with Gigantean social mores about men and their size and growth; indigenised sumo has become a huge hit.
Gigantean sumo contains many of the principles of Japanese sumo, but the size of the sumo wrestlers has lost any limits - indeed, quite the reverse, Gigantean sumos are encouraged to grow to fill Gigantean ideals surrounding the “ideal man”.
The principles that Gigantean sumo carries over from its Japanese progenitor include:
- sumo is a religion expressed in sport,
- the bodies of sumo wrestlers are holy temples, demanding the best care and most abundant sustenance Gigantean society can provide,
- sumo wrestlers are holy priests and must remain distinct from society at large,
- sumo contests are a metaphor for the primeval battle between want and plenty (or good and evil),
- sumo wrestlers personify the spiritual and physical state of the nation, therefore the size and magnificence of sumo wrestlers symbolizes and forecasts the size of the harvest and the economic success of the nation
Gigantean sumo wrestlers are divided into weight classes for competitions. The biggest sumo wrestlers, particularly the select top rank, those sumos over one thousand pounds in mass, have become "pin-up boys" for thousands of Giganteans. Sumo wrestling tournaments are now, at least to their TV audiences, the ultimate Gigantean male “meat markets”.
Professional Gigantean sumos are organized into special "sumo stables" for training; these stables have facilities designed to encourage the maximum growth, strength, and appetite in the wrestlers. The stables’ facilities are fitted out so that, no matter how large a sumo grows, he can live, grow, practice and perform in comfort and dignity. Sumo stables have family living units as well, as unlike Japanese sumo, Gigantean sumo welcomes, even encourages, married sumos. The Sumo stables’ cafeterias are considered among the better eateries in the nation. Sumos and retired sumos are pursued as potential husbands, and seen as prime fathers, and many become candidates for the Kingship.
The Sumo League goes to great lengths to have its Sumos considered athletes; it ensures they are billed as such in advertising and news reports, refers to their "athletic accomplishments" inside the ring and out, and provides complete personal and competitive stats about them. This helps make Sumo attractive to other athletic Gigantean males, such as footballers and wrestlers who have ‘out-grown’ their old sports; it also makes Sumo attractive to the new generation of fatter boys who have always been too big and slow to play other sports.
There is an official minimum weight to join the League as a sumo wrestler: 300 pounds. However, this is hardly ever a problem for new sumos, as even the 18 year olds who apply to the league are usually 100 pounds or more over the minimum, and the “retired” footballers and others who apply are usually over 500 pounds (often well over 500 pounds), or a whole rank above the minimum. Speaking of sumo ranks, here are the minimum weight ranges for each rank in the Sumo League:
- Athlete rank: minimum 300 pounds.
- Champion rank: minimum 500 pounds.
- Hero rank (where the popular action is): minimum 700 pounds.
A new super rank is under consideration:
- Titans: minimum 900 pounds (though the League does not yet have enough sumos of this size for a full rank, it already informally separates these monumental grapplers from their lighter brethren).
Sumos over 1000 pounds form an exalted elite, and are growing in number; they are commonly referred to as "Half-tons" in the sumo and popular press.
On to part Two!