Caitlin's demise

chapter 2

The sound of the door shutting startles you as you drop one of the whipped cream cans on the floor. As it begins to roll down the kitchen floor towards the hallway I'm confused and intrigued as to what the noise was... Making my way towards it, the can appears in my view and stops at the edge of the room. It suddenly hits me what's likely transpired, feeling conflicted from both the pure shock that you managed to make it to the kitchen by yourself, and the actual lack of surprise that you just couldn't help yourself. I turn the corner and pick the can up to find you stood literally shaking by the fridge covered in and surrounded by remnants of food. Your mind comes crashing back down to earth, your desire to be filled now challenged by your shame in being caught in such a vulgar, pitiful situation. I drop my brief case and loosen my tie to take it off, I've had a tough day and come home to find all this fucking mess... 'What the fuck do you call this you nasty, putrid porker?!' Your adrenaline is spiking, you can't remember the last time you felt this humiliated at the predicament you've found yourself in, that YOU caused from your own pure greed. Your back is aching like crazy from having supported your immense body for so long; you drop the other can of whipped cream and cling onto the kitchen worktop with both hands for balance. I know you're in intense pain, and I could swing round your wheelchair or one of the bariatric chairs I bought for you... but you don't deserve that release yet. You deserve the pain. I place the can on the table and proceed to clean up the other messes you've made... the broken mayonnaise jar... the cheese packet... 'Well then piggy??? SPEAK WHEN MASTER IS TALKING TO YOU' Your lip is quivering as your chest tightens even further, this is a tough mental task for you.. you haven't held a proper conversation for nearly years it seems. "I....NEED...HUNGRY...FOOD... PLEASE..." You blurt out almost shouting as tears start to form around your flab encased eyelids. 'That's barely a sentence you ***ing sow, remember when you were at university? Hahaha oh how the mighty have fallen' That word sparked something in your head... 'university'... you swear you used to knew what it meant, but it just wasnt there anymore... 'I bet you haven't even been awake past the hour, you knew I'd be home soon, you knew that getting out of that fucking bed might give you a heart attack... and yet here you are...' I chuck the rubbish in the bin and pick up a cloth to wipe all the food slop up, your legs are trembling as you sob quietly "I....HELP....CANT... BED... PLEASE, DADDY" I ignore you for the time being and continue cleaning 'Fucking mayonnaise, cheese, and cream... all with your hands, straight from the fridge. Haha you couldn't write this shit, how vile and frenzied do you have to be to do that? Do you have any sense of normality or etiquette left inside that dumb heifer head of yours? Couldn't you even just get it out and put it on the table? Use a plate, a fork or spoon?... No. You are too far gone, well past the point of return. Hell I bet if you were sick you'd eat that too...' You're becoming light headed as your heart moves into palpitation mode... this is what the doctor warned you about at your last visit, all those many moons ago. You feel yourself on verge of a heart attack, and yet it's the horniest you've ever felt. Your sick mind has become that warped by our dark fantasies that the prospect of your body shutting down from strain has you on verge of cumming. You stare into my eyes like a child determined for direction from it's parent, tears rolling down your blubbery cheeks as you clench your chest with your meaty hand. I approach quickly and grab you by the love handle 'that's it Caitlin, feel the burn. That's what you get for being so carelessly gluttonous... isnt it, thrilling? You deserve this you sloppy sow. Now let's get you led back down pet before it pops.' You cry out in release "THANK... YOU...DADDY" I swiftly grab your wheelchair as you collapse into it, a feeling of such relief as your overworked legs can relax from the lifted pressure. Wheeling you into the bedroom, with the help of the wall bar I manage to lift you out and flip you down on your back. The reinforced steel bed frame creaks loudly, it said it had an 800lb capacity when I bought it... we'll get there soon enough...' Now then, you think your punishment is over? Next fucking joke, you said you were hungry ey? Well I'm going to fill you to bursting point. You'll forgot what the word hunger means when I'm done with you you smelly, depraved hog' Alls you could do is clutch your rolls and nod your head in defeat. Your heart may have slowed for now, but round 2 is about to begin...