chapter 9- mission complete

When Meghan had started this plan for Tyler, it was over 6 years ago now.
Tyler was in incredible shape with washboard abs and running his own fitness programs.

Now all these years later, after Meghan had started her plan, you would never even know Tyler was the same person.

In the basement, Tyler lay motionless on his reinforced bed, sucking from his machine fed tubing devise, which had been filled with 10 gallons per day of weight gainer. He was weighing in at almost just over 900 pounds.

He was a blob of fat on the bed, his face looked like a swelled up balloon as he sucked away on his shake. His massive stomach covered almost the whole bed and and his giant legs looked like tree trunks and his arms were just rolls of fat off on top of his gut.

Meghan came down stairs after work to take the tube out of his mouth and begin his dinner.
Dinner was slower now as she had no need to force him to gain anymore at a faster rate.

She slowly stuffed slices of pizza into his mouth as he looked up at her with glazed and distant eyes. His mental state had become almost zero as he barely spoke words unless when she commanded him to oink for her.

There was no limit now as to how big he would end up for her, but she had no intention on putting Tyler on any kind of diet.

She would think about how things were when this started, and how jealous she was of the other girls Tyler was going out with. Now, as her massive pet, she would laugh at those past thoughts and marvel at her accomplishment that laid before her.
There was no more weigh ins, as he was not able to get out of the bed anymore.

Meghan would enjoy slowly feeding her pig every night, thinking about how big he would be at the end of all of this...
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