chapter 5

600 pounds. Finally. Father took her off of the sedating drug an waited for her to come to the next morning. It was inevitable she be starving. Snacks were already out. She woke up, still sitting from last night's celebration feast, and put a hand on her belly. Hoping last time it was just a dream. Her hand only touched half of the side. She tried to sit up more. Her belly was in the way. Her giant thighs were spread apart. Her breasts hanging down. Her three chins finally molded to one fat mass. Her cheeks bigger than her original stomach. Her arms were bigger than her before she started. She was so fat. This was her life. At 600 pounds and at the rate she was gaining, why should she fight anymore. Why would she cry. She wasn't too far from immobility. What daddy wanted. When she really thought about it, being fat wasn't so bad. She was soft. She was warm. She was cushioned. She was fat. She was more than fat. And she was starving. She looked at the giant tray on her bed. She needed the food. She ate all her morning snacks and she ate them fast. Her belly was bigger. Breakfast came and she would have thanked the maid but she honestly forgot how to speak. She forgot to count. She could only think about her fat. Just like daddy wanted.
She ate that all with ease along with her afternoon snacks. She didn't want sleep she wanted food. Father came in after lunch and Ingrid looked at him with no emotion. She couldn't feel it. She knew her only way of communicating was attempting to move her head.
"Have you finally accepted it my little piggy?" Father asked with a hand on her enlarged belly. She nodded the best she could.
"Do you want to get so fat you can't even lift a finger," another nod, this time more excited. Father was pleased. She was finally in the mindset he needed. Finally.
He helped her eat her snacking feast along with dinner.

A week later she weighed over 700 pounds. 800 was the next goal but she would still be able to move her arms and fingers. And move her head around. Thinking 900 she would be able to just barely do those things. 1000 she would only be able to move her fingers. 1100 would be completely immobile. Father firmly believes that they will go from there. Father even stopped sedating her after 600. She knew everything that was happening.