chapter 13

By the time Jack turned 24, he was nearly unrecognizable as a man, much less the hunky althete of over half a decade before. Lucy could only estimate Jack's weight; the last time she got a reasonably accurate figure he was nearing the half-ton mark. That was many months ago, however, and she now guessed him to be close to 1,350 pounds. It was a good job the ceiling crane was rated to 2metric tonnes.

He was quite a sight. Completely immobile, Jack even needed Lucy's help to turn his neck. His chest and belly sagged so much that they forced his arms straight out to his sides. His belly now raised a full five-feet high in the air and was covered with nothing but soft fat that fully blanketed his thighs and nearly covered his calves. His legs were spread out as far as possible from the fat on each thigh. Even his calves had grown to a point that his feet rested nearly six-inches off the bed.

Jack was by far the most helpless person ever known. He was unable to move a pinky and simply lay in bed all day, while Lucy poured more delicious weight-gain drinks and breastmilk down his throat. All the while, she would tell him that he was still too skinny, and how much fatter she planned to grow him.

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Lucy kept this up until Jack's 28th Birthday. She knew his health was failing him and she expected this Birthday would be his last. His weight was a mystery, but Lucy knew he had to be close to 1,800 pounds. She had secretly hoped he would make it to the one-tonne mark, but she knew that wouldn't happen now.

As Lucy gave him a special Birthday feeding, she looked over the formless body that lay in front of her. Jack had become a flowing mass of blubber. His head was the only real distinguishing feature left on him, and that was only visible from certain angles. The rest of him was just one large mass of pure, soft fat.

"And a pinch to grow an inch!" Lucy said, pinching one of the dozen rolls of fat that flowed from Jack to the edge of the bed. "Happy Birthday Jack." she said as shoved her thick nipple into his mouth and he suckled from her swollen ripe breasts.

Lucy couldn't see Jack's face, but he knew she could hear him. As she watched his chest--at least she thought it was his chest--rise and fall in slow, labored breaths, she figured the end was near. A faint wheezing sound was all she could hear coming from the direction of Jack's head., muffled under Lucy's epic bosom.

"We've been through a lot the last ten years haven't we?" she said as she swapped breasts, squirting fresh sweet milk down Jack's throat.

Jack didn't reply. Lucy didn't expect one even if he wasn't sucking on her milky teats; the fat that pressed up around Jack's mouth and neck made talking very difficult. After searching for a moment-- Lucy grabbed hold of Jack's bloated fat-ringed hand.

"Can you believe it's been three whole years since you were able to move at all? Time sure does fly." She felt Jack's hand struggling weakly to remove itself from her grasp.

"My goodness Jack," Lucy continued, clutching his hand tighter, "You really have become helpless haven't you?"

She could tell she was getting to him; his palm became sweaty and an almost rhythmic twitch enveloped his entire body.

"All the extra weight can't be healthy for a young man like you," Lucy lectured, as Jack's hand clutched her tightly. "Remember, you're not a teenager anymore. You should probably start watching what you eat..."

Deep within the fleshy cocoon that was Jack's body, Lucy's words rang in his head. He couldn't see her other than her huge breast which filled his vision--but even when he wasn't suckling Lucy's massive boobs, he wasn't able to see much beyond the fleshy cheeks that had reduced his eyes to mere slits--but Lucy's words were clear.

Jack listened as Lucy talked about how he was a prisoner of his own gluttonous desires, about how nothing could stop her from achieving her ultimate goal: feeding him to death. Strangely, ther didn't alarm Jack anymore. It was if he was in a dream and was powerless to affect what was happening.

He was vaguely aware that Lucy was now fucking his mouth. He licked and sucked at her delicious hot pussy reflexively. His vast flabbly body was shaking violently as Lucy ground her pussy rythmically into his face. He thought she heard him say something about it being his "Birthday present."

Jack thought about how he had gotten so fat that he couldn't even hope to have regular sex, not even fat-man-laid-back, crane-assisted, girl on top sex. His boner was just way too deeply buried under hundreds of pounds of his blubber, swallowed up by his fat. Just thinking about it had an even greater titillating effect on him than all of Lucy's grinding and grabbing. The more he thought about it, the hotter he was getting. Buried somewhere deep within his chest, his heart raced to keep up with his mental libido as well as the physical exertion Lucy was putting him through.

The strain proved to be too much. Jack felt a sharp pain in his side and then it was as though an even more massive weight was crushing his chest. Jack released one last quivering gasp into Lucy's pussy as his world grew dark; the last sounds he heard were Lucy's pleasurable moans as she climaxed - gushing into his fat open mouth.

THE END


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Gender Swapped, & extensively edited / rewritten / inspired by a story called "The Wicked Stepfather" (featuring a stepdaughter) first written by an anon female author & originally posted on the old feeder.com - via a spellchecked & rewritten version by Maverickthewriter which is currently up on DeviantArt.
Most of the flirting, the sexy time scenes, the lasagne dinner and all the lactation scenes are my additions :P )