Caitlin's demise

chapter 3

I strip off from my work clothes to meet your current attire: naked. However there is some beauty in the contrast; my clean, fit, muscular physique standing over your food-covered, sweaty, bloated body. I march back to the kitchen with a smirk on my face and a devilish scheme in my mind. I am a man on a mission, a man possessed with desires to take your dirty habits to the next level. I unwrap the heavy-duty weight gain powder I'd purchased yesterday 'new improved formula: double the gains!' the label reads. Spooning about a kilo of that into the blender I add equal amounts of heavy cream, ice cream, butter + milk, then crush up a few appetite stimulant tablets to top it all off. As that mixes I take the block of lard from the back of the fridge, I have something special planned for that... Whilst I'm busy concocting enough calories to feed an average person for 2 weeks, your insatiable hunger takes a hold of your attention again. You notice a blob of mayonnaise that's managed to stay stuck on the bottom of your stretch-mark covered gut. It's easier said than done to reach, however. You strain your short, flabby arms across your belly mass but are still a couple of inches away with your lard-swollen tits fighting back to keep you at bay. With one final push lifting your neck forward so much that your triple chin makes it feel like you're being suffocated for a brief moment, you manage to swipe the blob of mayo up with your chubby finger and stick it straight down your eager throat. You hardly have time to enjoy the sweet release as I re-enter holding your demise. Noticing your desparate efforts I chuckle 'no stone goes unturned to Caitlin's greed, does it? Hold on there's a crumb right there by your arm!' I tease you. Your mind has been so heavily reprogrammed to that of a pig's you take my words dead seriously and eagerly shuffle to try and see what I was "pointing at". 'Hahaha you're worse than I thought! You never fail to surprise me, you pathetic whale' Realising you had been tricked you frown in annoyance and turn your beady eyes to the blender + funnel combination. They're like old friends to you at this point, not like you have any actual friends anyway. They always seem to show up whenever you're at your lowest, and also play a starring role when you're on your gluttonous highs. I take the funnel stand put of the wardrobe and position it conveniently above your empty head, this way I can pour with one hand and have the other free to manipulate your hundreds of pounds of exposed flesh in whichever way I want... Much to your surprise, I take the bed remote and press to raise the top so that you're now sat up... "why didnt I think of that before???" You ponder confused "when did we get an electric bed???" Your memory is horrendous recently, there isnt much you can recall that's not food related. I interrupt your thoughts 'you're that desperate to feed, so much so that you damn near came within 2 inches of ending your life... If it means that much to you, then you will drink EVERY. LAST. DROP. You hear me pet?' You nod quickly, there seems to be at least 3 times the normal amount you're used to funneling. Your thoughts are defeated "But he's right. He's so fucking right. I deserve this. It's not like I have a choice either... Oh god I just hope he plays with me..." Opening your mouth wide I position myself for easy access to your lower half and to pour smoothly. I insert the tube into your mouth as you close your eyes ready for the calorific onslaught... But just before the fattening, pale mixture gets to hit your plump lips you feel my right hand thrust straight under your drooping gut and inbetween your bulbous thighs, scrambling around your sweaty fupa to find your hidden, wet cunt. Your eyes open wide, squealing into the tube you grip both sides of the mattress with your chubby hands. 'If you stop drinking, I'll stop finger-fucking you. Understand?' Your brain is wracked with pleasure as you try to muster up some kind of positive response. "MMHHMM" you moan into the tube. 'Then let's begin'...