chapter 12

It took Lucy over an hour to get Jack back in bed. She bandaged his knee, gave him some pain pills and propped him to a sitting position. Jack remained quiet, but was grateful for the help. He hated what she was doing to him, but his dependence on her had grown too great. Jack was resigning himself to whatever fate Lucy had in store for him.

"Jack," Lucy said, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently caressing his pudgy cheek, "I need you to understand something, ok?"

Jack nodded.

"I'm here to take care of you. You understand that right?"

Jack nodded blankly.

"Good. I will bandage your knee, change your sheets, wash you, cook your meals and suckle you..." Lucy continued gently, "All I ask is one thing."

Jack looked into Lucy's eyes.

"You will eat anything and everything I put in front of you," Lucy said fiercely, her expression changing, as she pinched his fat moobs "or I will shove it down your goddamn throat!"

Lucy left Jack for a moment to lament his fate. Moments later, she returned with a large batch of pancakes from the kitchen--at least 25--and instructed him to eat them all. Jack choked back his tears as he slowly devoured them one at a time. 45 minutes later, he had eaten 22, but was flagging badly.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Lucy said after Jack had paused for a few minutes. "Finish them up now!"

"I can't," Jack cried, bits of pancake falling from his mouth.

"Open up!" Lucy sang, forking a large bite from Jack's plate.

"No!" Jack clamped his mouth closed tightly, like a stubborn child refusing to eat brussel spouts.

"You'll be sorry!" Lucy chimed, hovering the bite in front of his mouth. The maniacal tone sent a chill through Jack, but he just shook his head defiantly.

Lucy threw the fork back on the plate and left the room in disgust. Jack was miserably full, but allowed himself a brief smile for the moral victory. He was nervous about making Lucy angry, but was too stuffed to think about it. Eventually, he dozed off into a deep sleep.

When Jack awoke, he was gripped by fear. His over-taxed heart pounded wildly as he realized what was happening. Lucy had tied both his arms and legs to the bedposts and had clipped a clothespin to his nose. She stood over him alongside the bed, a funnel in one hand and a bucket in the other.

"I told you you'd be sorry," Lucy said, a huge grin spreading across her pretty face.

Before Jack could speak, she shoved the funnel in his mouth and began pouring the contents of the bucket down his throat. Jack gagged a bit, but was forced to swallow or drown. After several minutes, Lucy had emptied her entire concoction--a 12,000 calorie mix of buttermilk and weight-gain powder--into Jack's bloated belly. After cleaning up some of the mess from the feeding, Lucy left Jack to recuperate.

Jack moaned in agony. As he lay naked and spread-eagle, Jack stared at his bloated belly as it jutted out nearly two feet above him, forcing his mammoth moobs to flop on either side of him. His stomach trembled visibly, trying to make room for the morning's feast. He couldn't be sure, but he swore he could see bright stretch-marks slowly forming as he watched helplessly.

Despite his labored breathing and physical anguish, another feeling was invading his more sensible emotions: He was aroused. Jack could almost feel the fat slowly spreading throughout his body. As his stomach gurgled and groaned, he imagined how all that food was slowly being processed and distributed on his thighs, ass and chest; just thinking of it was driving him crazy! He tugged at his bonds, not to escape, but so he could be free to pleasure herself--even though he doubted his arms could reach beyond his swollen stomach.

Two hours later, Lucy entered the room with another bucket of her homemade slop. Without speaking a word, and ignoring the look of horror on Jack's face, she went to work emptying the contents into him.

After Lucy had finished, she examined the helpless young man lying motionless before her; the only signs of life being the intermittent moans that escaped his soiled mouth. At first, Lucy believed they were simply moans of agony--which they partly were--but then she noticed the spunk that had seeped out onto the sheets. Under normal circumstances, the immense apron of Jack's belly fat would obscure her view, but the morning's decadence had caused his stomach to rise upwards, defying gravity and revealing his sticky pubic region. Lucy slid her hand between Jack's meaty thighs and began a gentle massage.

"Oh yes..." Jack gasped, vestiges of his meal dribbling down his cheeks. "Oh please Lucy, yes.."

As she slowly gently stroked him off, kissing his massive swollen belly and fat thighs, Lucy explained what the rest of Jack's life would be like. It was simple: He would lie on the bed and eat the food she cooked and drink all her breastmilk, while she would make him as large as humanly possible.
Jack trembled with lust, as she stroked him harder and harder as if to emphasize each point. Just thinking of how powerless the poor guy was to stop her caused Lucy to orgasm herself "Cum for me fat boy!" she gasped as her pussy gushed. Lucy saw the fear & lust in Jack's eyes as he came uncontrollably in her hands - and she relished it.

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By the time Jack's 21st Birthday came, he was anything but a normal young man: he was a morbidly obese blimp. His weight had climbed to an astonishing 694 pounds and his body had spread out to cover most of the bed. He needed Lucy's help with the simplest of movements. Even feeding himself had become difficult, as his own arms had become gigantic masses of muscle-less flab that were nearly impossible for him to lift. Lucy relished his helplessness - cheerfully spoonfeeding him his vast meals, and clutching his head to her glorious swollen full milky breasts, forcing him to drink from her at least three times a day, on top of his already huge intake of calories.

Once he was stuffed to the max Lucy loved to have him eat her wet pussy to orgasm, and then sometimes she'd use a steel-cable ceiling winch and canvas sling (that she had secretly had installed before they moved in) to raise Jack's belly apron so she could reach his fupa and the head of his boner. Lucy would reward her growing fat pig boy, sometimes by stroking him, other times by sucking him off - and sometimes she'd slip him a half viagra to make him especially hard (even though Jack complained it made his chest hurt) and then she'd mount him, grabbing his vast belly rolls while she pounded up and down on his dick telling him what a massive fat blob he was, until they both came and collapsed in a sweaty gasping heap. Lucy was living out her every fantasy in the flesh of her ever ballooning fat boy.

While Jack was lying flat on his back, his stomach rose over three feet in the air after a good feeding. On the rare occasions he would stand ( assisted to his feet by the winch & sling) --if only for a few seconds--his belly apron would roll down to cover his knees. His ass caused his body to rest in bed a full two feet higher then when he was thinner. Even though they were barely visible when he stood, his thighs had become so fat that they pushed his legs nearly three feet apart while he was in bed.

Stretch marks covered every inch of Jack's body. He was gaining-weight so rapidly, and expanding in every direction, that they were visible on his every appendage: arms, chest, butt, thighs and, of course, his belly; he had a veritable interstate forming there. They were all bright red and each day Lucy could see them expand and lengthen. He even had them on his neck, wrists and ankles which Lucy didn't think was possible.

Jack was completely bed-bound without Lucy's help using the ceiling winch & sling. Even then, it was a struggle. Occasionally, if she was feeling particularly cruel, she would deny him help and laugh as he would struggle to reach certain things, or move certain directions.

Lucy never let up on the cruel comments either. She would constantly remind Jack how life was passing him by and how much he was missing out on. As she would feed him, especially as she breast-fed him, she would talk about how immensely fat he was getting and that it was a shame such a young guy wasn't able to do anything but lie in bed. Usually, these comments alone were enough to drive young Jack to orgasm. Good thing too, as normal sex was becoming increasingly impossible as he grew fatter and fatter and fatter. Of course, Lucy still made sure Jack ate out her hot pussy daily, whether or not Jack's needs were met, she told him he owed her orgasms in return for all her tender, gentle, loving, fattening care.