chapter 2

she kept turning the device until his mouth was stretched wide open and didn't allow him any movement.

She then left him momentarily and returned with a thin, long tube. She was smiling wickedly as she brought it to his mouth. "No point denying it babe," She said as she inched it closer to him. "I've wanted to turn you into a barrel of lard since the moment we met". He stared up at her helplessly as he felt the tube passing his lips. "You're going to get sooo much bigger than you are now", she said breathlessly, clearly incredibly aroused at what she was doing to him. "You're gonna be at least double this size before I'm done with you," She panted.

Pushing the tube down his throat she commanded. "swallow", Despite all his sensible apprehensions, he swallowed hard and felt the tube slip down, past his lungs and into his stomach. She smiled at his compliance and moved in close. "Wise decision. There's no stopping this now. You're gonna gain and grow for me. That's all you have left now. There's no stopping this either. You're gonna grow until your body can't take it, until your fat body buries you alive." Her legs were nearly buckling from the arousal at seeing him there, defeated, unable to stop her from feeding him to death.

She flicked a button and the tube soon filled with a calorie laden thick goo that ran straight into his stomach. She ripped off her pants mounted his belly and began to pleasure herself as he struggled pointlessly. Seeing him fight as his belly began to bulge from the liquid filling him aroused her like no other thing ever had. She relished in his terror at his true fate revealed.

Even if she had untied him, He wouldn't have been able to move and inch off the bed, so helpless had he become. She reached an earth shattering orgasm as his struggling subsided due to to painfully full he now was. Also, he was so unbelievably unfit, he ran out of what little energy he had left to pull on the bonds. The feeding tube auto turned off as she was coming back down from the heights of ecstasy. He lay there, too tired and full to fight. "Don't worry babe, you'll soon get used to it", She gave his cheeks a gentle slap and slid off him.

She gave up treating him like a human after that day. Easier to see him as her personal pleasure dome of lard. She pumped him full religiously and his body quickly ballooned before her eyes. In no time his belly pressed past his feet as his legs were pushed further and further apart. By this point she finally untied him and he could barely lift his weakened arms to his chin, let alone remove the device. A few weeks later he couldn't lift them at all. Every waking hour he was pumped full, and even whilst he slept. She teased him mercilessly about how the fat was going to kill him if he didn't stop, all the while increasing his intake.

She watched gleefully as every part of him lost it's shape and joined the general billowing mass of his gigantic body. He stared out helplessly as his body began to swallow him up. His feet started to become overlapped by his barrel sized calves. His arms were totally useless, a cascading trunk of rolls and flaps of bulging flesh, his hands sinking further out of sight as the fat overwhelmed them. Even his face was now sinking under his fat stuffed features. He has no chance of stopping her now. He has flashes of terror and panic where he realizes his situation anew and feels the utterly paralyzing effect of all the fat slowly crushing the life out of him. Most of the time, he can barely think straight with all the food she pumps into him and all the sleeping he has to do whilst body struggles to digest. He can barely see as he chubby cheeks are squashing up against his eyes. His neck fat is now threatening to overlap his head entirely.

She relishes these reactions from him, all the more precious for how little time he has left. Day by day his head sinks a bit further as he grows. She explains to him that he's still far too skinny and that she's going to bury his face under fat. A few weeks later and to all intents and purposes, she's succeeded. His facial features are so warped and lost under fat, she can barely tell which part is which. She tells him there's nothing left between her now and fulfilling her fantasy unsure if he can even react. With shaking hands and shuddering with excitement, she hooks him up to a heart monitor and a attaches a breathing tube to his nose (the only recognizable feature sinking nearly out of sight) to extend his life, if only for a little bit.

And this is how it went, her pleasuring herself on top of her now featureless mountain of lard, him sinking into oblivion, powerless to stop her realizing her dream - and what a dream it was.