chapter 2

It turned out that her idea of celebrating, included me eating mountains of food whilst she fucked my fat. I should have minded more, but I was so used to eating whatever she gave me I simply let it happen.

It slowly dawned on me as the weeks turned to months, that her celebration was continuing unabashed. If anything, I was eating more than ever. I realised that I was reaching a size so fat and dangerous, I needed to stop immediately. I could barely move a muscle and even my arms were becoming tired easily from lack of use and how huge they were getting.

I told her enough was enough, that I needed to lose the weight or the weight was going to kill me. She flushed the deepest red I've ever seen her go and stroked my huge fat face. Grabbing my fat cheeks aggressively in her hands, she whispered, that was exactly what she wanted and crammed a doughnut into my mouth. I had no idea if she was role playing or not but couldn't help but feel arousal mixing with the panic. She straddled my chest and started stuffing doughnut after doughnut into my face. one hand feeding me whilst the other pleasured her. She told me that feeding me to death was all I really had to look forward to in my position. She must be role playing for old times sake, I tried to convince myself.

I let her have her fun, which included several more boxes of doughnuts. The whole time she's saying how these were my last days. That she wasn't going to stop until my weight crushed me to death. I could see she was in the height of passion so couldn't be reasoned with.

Once she was done and had finally orgasmed, she slid off me and lay on the edge of the bed. The moment seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Her panting to catch her breath from her exertions and me lay there immobile awaiting my fate. She had to be joking, surely. She'd come to her senses now she'd had her fun. No word of reassurance came. She eyed the hulking mass of me and began to fondle my flesh. Grabbing folds and shaking them as if to gauge their growth. She worked her way around my body, inspecting how laden with fat I truly was. I could do nothing except watch her, so powerless had I become. It was as of she'd forgotten I was there whilst she fondled and grabbed her way around me. She finally worked her way up towards my double chin and huge jowly cheeks. Lying on top of me she finally stared straight into my eyes, breathing in the sight of me.

"I want to see it" she told me, still panting lightly. I didn't want to ask but couldn't help myself, "want to see what?" She doesn't blink, doesn't look away, she stares into my soul and utters the words, "I want to see someone get so huge it kills them".

I'm staring at her dumbfounded as she makes her confession. "I need this so much, and you're already so close. All you have to do is lie there and let me do it to you." She moved closer, lips nearly touching mine. "I know you love me and will do anything for me. I want to feed you. To keep feeding you until you're well past any sign of movement. Just a pile of oozing flab that used to be a person. To keep feeding what used to be you until the weight starts to squeeze the life out of you. Until every breath is a struggle. A struggle that the fat will eventually win. Will you let me feed you to death?"

I'm horrified. I can see how horny this conversation is making her. I can also see how truly hopeless my situation is. No-one would know the difference if I was willing or not, the end result would be the same.

I ask,"Do I have a choice?". Again she blushes. "Wait there", she says before practically bouncing out of the room with excitement. Lying there waiting, it truly dawns on me how helpless I now am. There's no escape, I'm a prisoner in my own body. Pinned to the spot, barely able to move any part of me, my girlfriend feeding me mercilessly with the pure objective of killing me and I've helped her every step of the way.

She returns carrying a heavy carton and a funnel. Without a word she places the carton on the bedside table before approaching me with the funnel. My mind is a battlefield of emotions as she brings the end close to my lips. She smiles at me sweetly and says I may as well try it. Time seems to stretch on for an eternity, before, defeated, I open my mouth and let her slide the funnel into position.

She smiles gleefully as she pours the huge concoction into me. I gulp deeply as she continues to pour. After a few minutes I'm feeling uncomfortably full, yet she keeps pouring. I stare at her desperately as she stares down at me. There's no escape from this now for me. She has complete dominion over me and is using it to crush me to death with flab. Despite my agony, she gets the whole carton into me.

I've never felt so full, so fat and so utterly helpless. I'm in agony from the huge amount she forced into me yet I know there's plenty more to come.

I pass out from the exhaustion of it all. I awake some time later to her pushing the tube back into my mouth. My knee jerk reaction is to try to pull away, yet there's nowhere for me to go. Seeing my attempt to resist, she pushes the tube all the harder into my mouth, forcing it open, clearly relishing forcing it into me. She begins to pour another carton into me. Tears are filling my eyes as I stare up helplessly at her.

Again, I'm left fit to burst from the huge funnel feeding she has subjected me to.

The next funnel feeding, I don't even try to resist. There's no point fighting this, she's well and truly won. She happily feeds it down me, loving my complete surrender to her.

Still not satisfied, she enters on the third day with rope. Even though I can't move, even though I'm powerless before her, she forcibly ties my arms to the bed posts. I'm too weak to stop her and she makes quick work of securing my soon to be useless arms in place.

Finally being completely unable to move, she is clearly in ecstasy at the sight of me. I lie there helpless as she feeds me two cartons worth of slop.

Everyday she pumps more into me and every day my ability to move any part of me declines. I feel my body spreading further across the bed as I grow and rise. She doesn't let up with her feeding sessions. In fact daily she is forcing more into me than the last. All the while she's telling me how the fat is overwhelming me. How there's nothing that can stop her feeding me to death.

She shows me pictures of me tied there, barely looking human anymore. Just a sea of flabby folds growing closer to the edges of the bed. I try to beg her to stop, but it only serves to get her horny and guarantees a larger than normal feeding.

As big as I already am, my weight gain explodes under her new regime. My body quickly fills the double bed and soft flesh begins to sag over the sides. The weight of my chest fat and belly starts to press on me heavily, making breathing harder.

Day on day I get weaker and heavier. Now at her complete mercy, I simply exist to eat and grow.