Like a Natural Disaster

Chapter 1 - Prologue: Catalyst

This is not a love story.

It was great at first. Dinner dates, lunch dates, breakfast dates, bakery dates, a whirlwind of glitter and fancy lights and tasty treats, just like she’d always fantasized. But she hadn’t really let go, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t lose control of this horrible thing that waited inside, only emerging on dark lonely nights and lazy daydreaming days. So they danced around it and it was a like a rave party party party don’t think just dance. Until he’d brought it up one day, dragging it kicking and screaming into the light. He wasn’t a monster.

She needed it just as much as he did, if not more. It was an all-consuming desire that raged through the dark recesses of her brain 24/7, even invading her dreams with visions of fat spilling off a giant bed, useless legs packed with rolls, endless feasts. Every so often she'd come out of her haze of arousal, and in the post-orgasm bliss, find herself suddenly overcome by a wave of disgust and shame, and she'd back away. Try to pack away the fantasies and desires, hide them somewhere deep in her mind where she could forget about them.

And yet it never worked for very long. Within weeks, at best, she would find herself yet again falling back into the endless rabbit hole of feedism, that dark box flung wide open and threatening to overtake her rational self, that part of herself that held her back from giving in. That self that knew she was playing with fire, that eventually she would get burned. But still she managed to cling to it, keeping the desires at bay as long as she could.

It was her most intense fantasy, she had told him. The thing she wanted most and yet was terrified of, but he knew she would fall when he looked into her eyes and saw that black thing lurking behind them, controlling her choices and fate. She needed this. It wasn’t a want. He knew she would fall to his desire because that same black thing waited behind his eyes, controlling him the same way they controlled her. He was only one man, who was he to try to change the fate he knew awaited her? That she needed to become her true self.

He could see the fear in her eyes even then as she opened herself up like a specimen on a dissecting tray before him. Hundreds of pounds. Personal pig. Desire after desire. Funnel feed her, never stop no matter how much she begs. Too fat to do anything but be used and get even fatter. *** rolls, show off how fat she was. She fantasized about it constantly, being forced into obesity. Heavy pendulous tits, belly to her knees, certified landwhale. And yet always followed by a hasty “but I couldn’t actually follow through with it.”

But he could.