Chapter 3

On her 24th birthday, she hit 800 pounds. The man was proud of her, helping her off the scale and back to a newer bariatric bed that arrived very recently. She was all but immobile now, needing a wheelchair and his help to move anywhere. It upset her somewhat, but it had been a long time coming. Her days before weren’t spent doing anything but eating, sleeping and cumming, it was just the realization that THIS was it.

After laying her down on the silk sheets, he adjusted her body. The king bed was surrounded by curtains, covering up the blob that laid inside. It wasn’t to hide her from anyone, as no one had any idea there was even a house out here. She had requested it, the rosy red curtains making her feel like royalty. The several medical machines just outside her bed were also covered up, something she also requested.

“Is this the last time….I’m ever getting out of this bed?” She wheezed at him. He smiled before placing a hand on her rolls.

“No, Ellie. I have the equipment and means to keep moving you well after half a ton. You’ve been a very good girl for me, and I’m not going to keep you locked away in this room until the end. You deserve to be treated like a queen until you can’t gain another pound.”

She saw his cock stiffening up, and licked her lips.

“Do you want your birthday present?”

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Ellie was fragile. At 800 pounds, every small issue she had was immediately turned into a big one. The man had to be gentle lifting her around, placing her over the tarp connected to the bedside crane or even lifting her rolls to be cleaned. Her skin was constantly stretched, red stretch marks forming daily. A simple miscalculation on his part could severely injure her, her muscles atrophied into dust and her bones brittle from poor nutrition and disuse.

He was extra careful turning her over onto her stomach, placing the large cake in front of her face. It took some work, but he had her perfectly situated for him.

Her backside rose up several feet, wide and misshapen. She was truly formless, the skeleton inside buried deep under hundreds of pounds of adipose. She had more back fat than some people had fat on their body. Her shoulders looked like actual country hams, pure lard coiled up around them. The base of her neck was overtaken by a fat hump, combining with her neck rolls to make this position very hard on her lungs. The man knew this was probably one of his last chances to get her into doggy style, and he was taking advantage of it.

“Okay birthday girl, just focus on eating that cake and breathing, in that order. I’m gonna take care of the rest.”

His member was able to bypass the huge cheeks of flab, but it was difficult. He nearly had to pull himself in between her cheeks, grabbing her pillow sized love handles for leverage. Ellie was face first in the cake, trying her best to eat it with no utensils, but it seemed to end up more on her face than in her mouth. Not a problem, as any leftover would be blended up into a slurry anyway.

The man wouldn’t last long, not like this. He sometimes couldn't believe his fortune. It wasn’t luck, as luck didn’t enable him to basically kidnap this young girl and manipulate her into fulfilling his desires. Luck didn’t get him a massive fortune where he could buy anything he wanted or needed. He worked for this, for this estate, the wealth, the ability to bring his deepest and darkest desires to life. Six women had crossed the threshold into this place, and all six eventually lost the ability to do anything other than be trapped in their bodies, helpless to his ambitions. Some accepted their fate early and embraced it, as Ellie had. Others needed more coercion, more drugs, more forced feedings to truly allow themselves to be shaped to his designs.

That’s the thing, he thought as he pounded Ellie harder, the back shots on her ass sending waves rippling through her body. Despite being created to hunt, gather, run and swim, the human body had one fault.

It has no fail safe against excess calories.

The body will dispel many things, poisons, too much alcohol, what have you. It will not expel extra calories. Pumping a young woman full of thousands of calories a day for several years will yield the same result every time.
A morbidly obese, bed bound, wheezing blob with no way to stop itself from gaining. No matter what, regardless of genetics or family history, the result never changes. A moment on the lips, half a ton on the hips.

The man’s member flopped out of Ellie, but he was so close to climax that simple fucking her ass cheeks was enough. He nearly blacked out as his balls drained load after load of cum in between the pale mounds of fat. In another life, this act would have produced a family for him, and made her a mother.

But here, she was relegated to being a near half ton fleshlight, and no more.

At least she was enjoying it.