chapter 2 darkest thing written?

“21 years old and 655 pounds, not a chance in hell you make it to 25, you useless hog. Maybe if you stopped eating so much slop every day, you could actually lose some weight.” The man felt up her belly, the soft jelly like fat surrounding his hand. “All you have to do is stop being such a pig and you’ll probably lose some weight, but you can’t say no to anything.”

This was false, of course. She would have had no problem saying no to eating the majority of the day, but he didn’t give her that choice. She was force fed a disgusting mix of pure lard, butter, heavy cream, and god knows what else. He was trying to kill her with fat as fast as possible, holding nothing back. Some days, he did decide to feed her in a more manual way, using a common funnel for this instead of a vat of heart attack inducing slop. She thought this would be easier on her body, but seeing the man melt several sticks of butter mixed with a bag of sugar and pour it straight down the funnel changed her mind quick. The toll this crash diet of fat did to her body was heavy. Besides turning her into a near immobile mess, it ruined her metabolism. Whatever she ate was turned into fat, her muscles atrophied into nothing, and health complications soon arose.
The day she got her first heart attack showed how little the man cared for her. The man had long since stopped seeing her as a woman, only considering her an object for his pleasure. This led to many violent sessions of fucking from him, her rolls being oiled up and used by him for hours. She could only watch as he stuck his entire penis in her belly button, the soft fat of her belly surrounding his member completely. It definitely screwed up her mind even further, the man telling her how inhuman it was to be so fat that a nine inch, rock hard cock could be completely encased in belly button fat. That fateful day started out with much of the same, but he decided to spread her legs and let her feel some pleasure for once, even if she hated every minute of her captivity. She couldn’t help but moan at the sensation of a penis pushing past her thighs into her, even if it came from him.
It was when her right arm went numb and her chest began hurting that she begged him to stop, to please stop fucking her so her poor, weak, fat covered heart could survive. Of course, this led him to thrust harder, more intent on seeing this pig squeal in pain.

As she struggled to breathe, her heart beating irregularly, he pulled out of her and began stroking fast over her, the sight of this almost 700 pound waste of space causing his balls to empty a heavy load all over her face, shot after shot of cum landing on her. Here she was, suffering a heart attack and receiving a facial at the same time. Her last memory before blacking out was the man attempting to shove a cupcake in her mouth, the semen mixing with it.