chapter 2

I stared at my fleshy hands for a few minutes and cupped my billowing lard filled body before letting them hang loose again, too tired to keep them up for long. I almost creamed myself, feeling how useless they'd become but I still wasn't satisfied. He re-attached the tube and I kept on slurping, determined to completely incapacitate myself.

Now eight years in, I could barely raise my lower arms more than an inch or so, my muscles had atrophied so much. Part shock, part terror, but mostly arousal. I couldn't even roll over in bed my strength has waned so much. I was pinned on my back staring towards the ceiling. He loved seeing me like this. utterly helpless before him. A unmoving blob, existing only to eat. I watched him surveying me from my fleshy prison, both of us deeply aroused, knowing I could do nothing to stop him doing whatever he wanted with me. We both knew I'd finally reached a point of immobility that we'd only fantasized about. A size so ridiculously dangerous for me that anyone else would stop, but we weren't anybody else. I orgasm-ed there and then as he stuffed the tube into my mouth and explained how helpless I was and how much bigger he was going to get me.

The feeding continued relentlessly in my immobilized state. I felt myself spread across the bed a bit more each day. My back fat really started to pack in and force my shoulders into my face, puckering my cheeks. I could look with my eyes to the mirror but could no longer move my head as more than an inch as the fat was holding me in place. The sight before me didn't look like a person anymore. I had never seen anyone remotely this fat and still breathing. Speaking of breathing, i now needed my oxygen all the time as the weight was pressing on my chest more and more. Like a true sicko, even this feeling regularly brought me to orgasm.

As we reached nine years since we started this journey, just breathing got harder and harder. I was lightheaded whenever I got excited as my body struggled with the effort of breathing against the now crushing weight. It was like my own body was auto asphyxiating me. I knew I should stop, that what we were doing was insane, but I also knew I couldn't. The fat had pushed my head pointing upwards so I hadn't seen myself in a month or so. Being the loving boyfriend he was, he finally found a way to attach a series of square mirrors to the ceiling so that I could see myself in all my glory. looking in the mirror was the worst kind of arousing horror show.

My eyes squashed to slits peering out of a body that didn't resemble the human form. My face alone must have been a few feet wide with hugely obese cheeks squashing all my features, almost swallowing my head at the front. My neck fat was stacked up in rows of chins that surrounded my head on all sides and again looking like it was threatening to swallow my head. My shoulders, if you could call them that were as high as my head as well and stretched out on the sides to two huge mounds of folds and flab. I can only guess that these were once my arms. I can feel my fingers are but have no idea where they are looking at my billowing expanse. Not one ounce of muscle remains in them to even twitch my fingers. He tells me that my fingers themselves are as thick as aubergines and are being swallowed by my fleshy palms and arm fat. My arms alone weight several times more than I did when we met.

My body has long buried our double bed (mattress on the ground) and is taking up several feet of the surrounding area. My legs are pushed to my sides accommodate my vast, bed sized belly. My leg don't even look like legs, each one weighed hundreds of pounds and is a waterfall of folding flab. My calves are so huge they've nearly finished swallowing my feet, which are now over a foot off the ground. Feeling so utterly helpless and trapped by my worst desires fills me with dread and arousal in equal measure. I am no longer me really, just a luscious mountain of fat slowly rising and spreading, resigned to the fact that I can't stop until this completely overwhelms me.

at 10 years I can barely breath

I stare at the ceiling and watch helplessly as he forces the tube into my mouth and continues with our long stated goal, of feeding me to death. I gulp greedily, getting off on the light headed feeling that increases with each stuffing.