chapter 3

Part of her was relieved that lockdown was coming to an end. She'd been living in his fantasy world for far too long and couldn't afford to stay any longer. Another part of her wished lockdown was still continuing as she didn't want to face up to the reality of how fat she was. Just the thought of her colleagues seeing her like this made her tremble and sweat.

She couldn't shake the thought that it was so much easier to just stay fat and greedy. The task ahead of her, if she did try to lose the weight, felt insurmountable compared to simply eating what she wanted and doing zero exercise. God, she really was falling under his spell, she thought.

Unfortunately for her, her office was to remain closed due to the pandemic still going strong. She was expected to continue working from home. She couldn't articulate whether she felt dread or relief. Sure she was scared of people seeing what a fat cow she'd turned into, but that paled in comparison to how much fatter she might get if she continued to work from home.

Another blow was that her local gym had gone bust during lockdown. Her main source of exercise and routine was well and truly gone. She couldn't deny how depressed it made her knowing there was nothing now between her and his continued plans for her.

He used her depression to his advantage, helping her comfort eat her sorrows away. He'd talk about how sad it was that the world had stopped, that she had nothing besides work and him now. Assuring her that he would continue to look after her and she'd never want for anything.

She knew full well what he was doing and what he was after. He wanted her depressed, fat and comfort eating. She was already eating far too much as it was, so depressive eating was just another weapon in his arsenal.

She couldn't deny that it felt good to blot out all her worries and fears with yet more food. It really had started to become her solution to any stresses she faced. She was caught in an awful cycle though. Depressed about her weight and lack of life outside her house, she was steadily eating increasing amounts of the very thing she needed to avoid.

It was too easy now to reach for a box of doughnuts, to demolish several bags of junk food, to let him feed her on the sofa whilst rubbing her overfilled tummy. Her life had become his version of it and she no longer knew her way back.

Day by day she slipped further into his world. He'd steadily grown in confidence when it came to feeding her. At first he had stayed in the background and kept the treats and snacks coming as she started her initial gain. Once she was gaining steadily, he'd gradually worked his way into feeding her when she was tired and relaxing on the sofa after a big day.

Now, with her comfortably nearly 17 stone and showing no sign of slowing, he was taking a more active role. He'd feed her more of her meals so she could concentrate on her work without stopping to feed herself. This meant he could really pack her full as she was distracted and paid little attention to how much he was feeding her.

She'd sit there at her desk typing away whilst he slowly fed her a huge feast complete with desserts and snacks. Seeing her stomach full and packed with food after each meal was mesmerising for him, especially as her belly continued to sag and grow.

She couldn't believe this was happening to her, that she'd allowed this to become her life. Not long ago, she wouldn't have dreamt that she'd be fat, lazy and allowing him to stuff her at every meal. Yet here she was, over 17 stone in weight, eating like a true fat girl and doing nothing to stop it or slow it down. If anything she was eating more day on day.

She was starting to get an idea of why fat people find it so hard to break the cycle and lose weight. Her daily routine was now such an ingrained part of her life, she had no idea how she ever ate in moderation or put in the effort to execise.

The feeling of her stomach being packed solid with food followed by incredible sex was beyond addiction for her. She was rendered powerless by him. Something else that was taking a nose dive was her confidence. Before this happened, she'd been someone to be reckoned with, taking no BS and keeping him on an even keel.

Since she'd let herself go, she found him making most of the decisions for her and her not biting back. She felt the old her slipping away as the weight piled onto her

Her previous life pushed further away with every pound she gained. Her life had transformed so much in nearly every way, it was hard for her to find any bearing on how to get out of the predicament she was in.

The only part of her old life was her job, and even that was struggling. His feeding was having a negative effect on her workload as she spent more time eating and less bothering with work. She was feeling so lazy these days so put in a lot less effort to the work she was turning in. She knew her standards were slipping, but she couldn't tear herself away from the pleasure he was bringing her.

By the time she was over 18 stone, her work was seriously suffering. She'd had 3 disciplinaries and was on a written warning for how terrible her performance had gotten. She had to improve immediately or she'd likely lose her job.

She barely felt like the same woman she had when she'd started lockdown. Gone was her plucky personality and go-getter attitude. Instead a docile, quiet, recluse had taken her place. Her confidence and drive had been buried under flab. Gone was her toned physique and proud fitness standards. Instead a bloated porker weighing nearly 19 stone with no shred of fitness left had taken her place. Her drive to succeed had been replaced by a drive to eat. Greed had hijacked her senses until simply gorging mindlessly to the point that she could barely breath now brought her more satisfaction than any particularly interesting work project.

Work really had become an afterthought to her. She didn't want to admit it, but she only really went through the routine of "work" so she could sit back and let him feed her.

She knew it was awful that her life had become this warped reality, but no longer had the strength or discipline to do anything about it.

She barely batted an eyelid when a second lockdown was announced. A voice in the back of her mind panicked thinking how done for she was if she didn't make a dramatic change. She was eating without thought, gorging herself stupid at every meal. If she didn't stop or slow down she'd only continue to gain.

She did nothing though, too paralyzed by the pleasure and comfort of her current situation. She knew she felt like a fat mess now and that any chance of ever being slim again was nearly impossible. Depressed at this thought she only continued to eat more. She didn't know how to fight him and her appetite. Together, they were waging a battle on her waistline she stood no chance of winning. Easier now, to not think about it and enjoy the sensations of good food and good sex.

On the day she was clocking in at an obese 20 stone she was let go from her job. She clearly put zero effort into any of her work, so lazy had she become. She didn't want to be fired, but no longer had the energy to do so much work. She cried her eyes out once she'd got off the phone and left her home "office" to tell him.

She could feel every pound of lard crammed into her overflowing frame. She lumbered into the kitchen to find him. Every part of her was fat. Her whole figure was so inflated and rounded out. Her big belly hung in front of her and swayed as she walked. Her thick, muscle less thighs rubbed together down to her knees as she plodded along. Her backside did a huge bounce and jiggle with every step. Her breasts, once pert and firm, now melon sized and sagging shook furiously as she moved. Her arms wobbled from her bingo wings down as she reached the kitchen.

Here she was, huge and fat compared to less than a year ago. Breathless and totally unfit as she stood there explaining her bad news. She could see the glint in his eyes of pure pleasure as he feined condolences. Ever the caring boyfriend he went to usher her large frame to the sofa, saying she needed a treat to cheer her up. She couldn't believe the gall of him. He knew full well that the only reason she'd lost her job was because of all the weight he'd piled onto her. He was the sole reason she was now unemployed and he was going to cheer her up with food.

She felt the old her bubbling up through all the fat. How dare he do this to me? How have I let him get away with this for so long? She stood there getting angrier and angrier when his hand confidently sank into her fleshy arm and guided her to the sofa. She wanted to resist, to scream at him for what he'd done to her. Even as he gently, but firmly sat her in the sofa, she was still enraged.

She was close to finally cracking when he brought a spoonful of chocolate cake and cream to her lips. She didn't even hesitate, so accustomed had she become to his power over her. Mouthful after mouthful passed her lips in quick succession. Her rage quickly extunguished and replaced by a whimpering panic. I can't stop him, she thought. I should be furious, screaming at him, yet I'm about to start on my second cake with plenty more treats to come. I've lost, she thought.

With that last thought she felt the passing of something. Like her old self had finally, truly died and the new fattened version had taken centre stage. She ate every last thing he fed her that day and finished it fuller than she'd ever felt in her life. Even as he fucked her bloated body, telling her how great it felt and how much better it would feel a bit softer, she uttered no comment of resistance