Chapter 14 - making simon grow

As soon as Margaret was gone, I moved into his house and put my own property on the rental market. The new income paid for a new car for us so that we did not have to rely on public transport all the time.
I made sure Simon did not have to worry about a thing. I took over all of the household chores. I did all the cleaning, cooking, shopping and paid all the bills.
He took a two week holiday to help me settle in. I took advantage of that holiday to give him everything he needed before he knew he needed it. And that meant food!
I surrounded him with food all day every day. I encouraged him to snack on high fat, high calorie foods. I made sure he was stuffed to the brim at least once every day!
Simon told me It used to annoy Margaret when he lazed about in his pyjamas until lunchtime. It didn't bother me if he was still in his pyjamas when I came home from work, just as long as he had food stains down his front and he was surrounded by the food debris that told me he had done nothing but eat and laze around all day.
I would make him go and shower while I prepared him an extra special, enormous dinner to reward him.
In that two weeks I think he must have put a whole stone on. Fourteen pounds of pure fat!
I received a phone call after his first day back at work. He was in tears. He had, for the first time, struggled to get up the mountain. He had been so breathless that he'd had to slow down. It had taken real effort for him to get through the day. He was becoming so unfit!

Working part time instead of full time also had an adverse affect on his fitness. Instead of using that extra time chasing his music dream, he sat around like a slob, just eating, sleeping and watching tv.
Two stones later, he struggled with even the gentlest of hikes and gave it up altogether.

He was at home twenty four hours a day every day now. He didn't go out unless I took him out and that was always to feed him up.
He became depressed because he was sitting around all day every day doing nothing.
He selected more treats to eat to try and improve his mood. The treats were even higher in fat and calories than the foods he chose before.
Now I was in control, I added extra fat or calories to everything. His savoury plate always had something deep fried in lard on it. I often added extra cheese or extra butter as well. His sweet dishes were always served with an extra spoonful of whipped cream and an extra spoonful of sugar.
He piled the weight on now, faster than ever before.
When I moved in he was around the sixteen stones mark. He sailed passed twenty stones and was hurtling towards twenty five. His weight gain slowed a little, but he was still getting heavier.
Simple things like ascending the flight of stairs in the house left him winded. There was so much fat on his thighs he could not walk any more, he had to waddle. His belly had grown so much that it hung down over his genitals like an apron. An apron of pure adipose tissue! He had grown fatty breasts that were bigger than mine and rested on his giant belly. His neck was so fat that he snored loudly when he slept, indicating his air supply was being occluded by all his thick layers of fat.
If I could find clothes to fit him - usually from the large and tall shop, they were stretchy tee shirts and stretchy track suit bottoms. They were enormous garments that struggled to contain him.
As he approached thirty five stones, he struggled with all of his personal care.
I refused to help him.
I think he tried to get help from social services. They could point him in the right direction for helpers, but he had too much money in his bank account to get the services free.
I left him at this point, moving back to my flat. I had got my revenge. Now he was a physical, psychological and emotional wreck!
He would never recover from this! I had completely ruined his life... and he deserved every bit of it!!!