Chapter 1

Philip no longer knows how much time has passed since he was at David's mercy, but he does know how much he weighed, 872 lbs. He's a morbidly obese pig, he can no longer walk even if David helps him, his legs can't support him, so Philip crawls to be able to move and even that is exhausting.

David has screwed him up beyond belief, he has nothing left, he is so fat, far from the handsome stud he once was.

That morning Philip woke up hungry, he hated that sensation, he knew what the food David gave him did to his body. But it is impossible for him to resist, he needs to eat. Still in the basement Philip sees a note stuck between his fat rolls.

'Hungry? Follow the food trail, fatso'

At first he only found some crumbs but as he crawled there were cookies and candy, but now he was stuck. He had been trying to climb the stairs for half an hour. He was sweating and exhausted, and there were left three more steps.

"Pfff... ufffg... pfff" Philip, huffing and grunting, managed to climb up and reach the hallway of the building, he lay down for a moment, agitated and red from the effort.

Then he hears laughter and footsteps approaching.

"Wow, it took you so long, but it doesn't surprise me, I mean look at you" David doesn't wear a shirt, he always shows off his muscular body to Philip to humiliate him, David drags an oxygen tank, puts the mask on his pig and he breathes desperately. After a few seconds, he manages to catch his breath.

"What happened, Philip? I remember that you used to brag about your runs and walks for miles and miles... ohhj I really ruined you haha, I made you so fat that you can't even stand up anymore." David laughed non-stop and walked away from Philip, but continues to leave a trail of food through the hallways, for Philip to follow.

Philip crawls along the trail of pieces of cake. It took too much effort and took recurring breaks every few meters, he was out of breath, he crawled dragging his entire huge belly, the dozens of rolls dragging on the floor.

His thighs and legs practically stuck together by the folds made it difficult for him to move forward, and his enormous, flaccid arms barely allowed him to move. It took him a long time to move forward. He was agitated and exhausted, but hungry, eating whatever he found.

At what point had he become this? Humiliated by food, one squirm and his mind became cloudy, he could only think about eating, he was tired but each squirm made him more desperate and he continued crawling to follow the trail.

David had left a few cake crumbs in the hallway. Almost two hours had passed and he had barely made it halfway.

All of his rolls, more than 80, David counted them almost daily, dragged across the cold floor sticking to each other and sticking to the floor leaving a trail of sweat as he struggled to crawl across the hallway.

Philip was practically huffing and puffing when he saw a large piece of chocolate cake right in front of him. No matter how long the cake had been on the ground, he devoured it in one bite and David was watching everything.

"Look at you, you're pathetic." David came out of a departament laughing.

"Oh, how inconsiderate, my pig is hungry? Come in, Philip, breakfast is almost ready." David leaves the door open waiting for Philip to crawl and enter the apartment.

He arrived at a large dining room, the smell was wonderful and only made his stomach growl. Philip looked at the floor in shame at the crumbs still in his mouth as David approached. He tried not to do anything that would humiliate him even more. Then, David dropped a larger piece of cake and frosting.

The cake was crushed but Philip still ate it, a little afraid thinking about how pathetic it must be to eat what David threw on the floor.

David looked at him and Philip's stomach growled, he couldn't help but practically licked the grooves of the floor, he was so hungry.

David put the chain again around his neck, or rather all of his double chins, and led him into the living room.

He felt a horrible cramp in his stomach, if he didn't eat something he felt like he was going to die. David left him there writhing with hunger, he had reduced him to that, a useless pig who only knows how to eat.

The oven rang and David took out a gigantic lasagna, Philip's mouth watered at the sight and smell.

"You know I invited Camille to have brunch, actually YOU invited her Philip, wait until she comes and finds only a disgusting pig"

Panic gripped Philip, but as soon as David threw the tray on the floor in front of him, he practically threw himself into devouring the lasagna.

"Oh yeah she'll have a great view of the fat pig you are now." David hides in one of the rooms as soon as the doorbell rings.

"Hey it was open cutie, where are you?" Camile walks in and immediately start looking for Philip "Smells good you're there, I missed you you know I..." she stops as soon as she enters the living room.

No, that's not Philip she thinks, all she sees is an obese guy, the fattest and disgusting guy she's ever seen. Philip is there devouring the lasagna, his fat face buried between layers of cheese and meat, his flabby thighs buried in sauce, and his grotesque belly covered in smears of chocolate and cheese. He is completely naked and although it is impossible to see his dick among all the rolls of fat, his deformed and ass is pure lard.

"PHILIP COME HERE, GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHERE ARE YOU!" Camille cries scared and Philip looks up, his obese and dirty face meets Camille's scared eyes. She is still as beautiful as he remembers her, but it is Philip who no longer looks the same.

"CCC... aamm..lle" he stammers, he has not been able to speak properly for a long time, she looks at him for a moment and when she recognizes his voice Camille almost faints, then Philip tries to get closer, crawling towards her, but Camille go back.

"GET AWAY! No, you're not Philip, Philip isn't fat, much less could he be a pig as fat as you...damn, that's disgusting" she continues walking away while Philip calls her, Camille covers her mouth and nose, and when Philip is too close and she sees how disgusting and obese he is, Camille runs to the bathroom.

From the living room Philip listens, devastated, as the girl who used to be crazy about him vomits. David emerges from his hiding place, winks and smiles arrogantly at the devastated Philip, and goes in search of Camille, helps her to recover, the last thing Philip sees, it's them both leaving while hugging.