Chapter 2

Ellie loved being in the extra large jacuzzi that the man had installed outside. The location provided a great view of the nearby mountains, and no matter how chilly it got, the steam and bubbles from the warm water kept her toasty. The entire scene would have been perfect, if not for one jarring realization.

He was still fattening her to death.

Now, make no mistake, Ellie had come to terms with this almost two years ago when he laid out his plan to her amidst a short lived act of defiance. It wasn’t easy adjusting to the fact that she would never make it past 30, but what else could she do? The man was more than capable of forcing her to get fatter, she had no way of fighting him. From that day onward, it was almost peaceful knowing her fate.

The man was gentle with her after that, ensuring she was always comfortable and at ease. Anything she wanted, besides freedom, was given to her. He fed her relentlessly, to the point of near bursting, but was always available to rub her belly afterwards or just lay with her, providing a human touch. He fucked her like a stallion and a longtime lover, his older age clearly not slowing his libido down. Every hole, fold and roll on her body had been used by him at some point, and every new roll got special treatment. Certain positions had gotten difficult as her weight skyrocketed, but the man made it work. He assured her that no amount of adipose would close her off to him.

Miraculously, she hasn’t had a heart attack yet. This, despite weighing in at 658 pounds, was a miracle. He did all he could to help her be as “healthy” as one could be, but she still had issues. She was now diabetic, and had sleep apnea. If she didn’t use a CPAP at night, she would suffocate. Even now, while she lazed in the hot water, two oxygen cannulas ran from her nostrils to a line in the house. The extra air along with her fat being weightless in the water eased her chest, but eventually she would have to get out. Or rather, he would lift her out using the nearby straps and heavy duty crane used to move enormous patients at hospitals.

Ellie, despite being a prisoner here, had developed a sort of love for him, no doubt a textbook case of Stockholm syndrome. He took care of her, bathed her, fed her, and fucked her. His touch always excited her, and the contrast between their bodies drove her wild. He was still enormously strong, and was not a small man by any metric. When he helped her walk to the bathroom or shower, she felt safe with him. His chiseled body always strained to move her, but she felt a sort of glee knowing he built it to move her around.

When he bathed her in the shower, or lifted her, she always took the opportunity to feel him up, and if able, try to initiate intimacy. Yes, he was in control of her, but a few grasps of his member or tracing his V line got him into the mood quick.

Seeing his cock sputter semen onto her belly excited her now, where even 3 years ago it would scar her.