Chapter 1 - His Perfect Prize

Lila had once thought Ethan’s love was the greatest thing in her life. He had adored her when she was 400 pounds, cherished her as she grew past 500, worshiped her at 700. But now, at 1,000 pounds, she was starting to realize something.

She wasn’t his girlfriend anymore.

She was his prized pig.

The bed creaked beneath her, reinforced with steel after the last one collapsed under her sheer size. She barely moved now—her body had grown too heavy, her arms too thick to lift herself. But that didn’t matter. Ethan took care of everything.

“There we go, my big girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he lifted another spoonful of melted chocolate to her lips. “Just a little more. You want to make me proud, don’t you?”

Lila swallowed automatically. She was already stuffed, her belly stretched tight, but Ethan never accepted less than her best effort. He sat beside her, his eyes gleaming with hunger—not for food, but for her. For the sheer enormity of what he had made her into.

She could still remember when she had a choice. When she could say, I’m full, baby, and he would smile and let her stop. But those days were long gone. Now, when she hesitated, he would click his tongue, shaking his head like she had disappointed him.

“You can do more,” he would say, rubbing her massive stomach in slow, possessive circles. “My big, beautiful piggy. You love making me happy, don’t you?”

And she did. Or at least, she had.

Now, she wasn’t sure anymore.

Ethan had stripped away everything but this. Her world had shrunk down to the reinforced bed, the endless trays of food, the feel of his hands kneading her flesh like she was some prize-winning livestock. And the way he looked at her now—it wasn’t love.

It was ownership.

“Almost there,” he coaxed, nudging another bite between her lips. His fingers brushed against her chin, smearing a bit of grease across her skin. “Good girl. My perfect little piggy.”

Lila swallowed, her stomach groaning, her body aching under its own weight.

And for the first time, as Ethan’s hand rested possessively on the crest of her belly, she wondered if she had ever really been free.