chapter 10

Lucy knew that they had to leave town in order to completely execute her plan, so she went in search of isolated homes and cabins in remote areas. She'd always dreamed of owning a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, and now she had a reason to purchase one. Eventually, she found a scenic home miles from civilization. It was expensive; she had to sell all her stock and a couple of her grocery stores to afford it, but she was certain it would be worth it.

By the time summer arrived, everything was in place and Lucy invited Jack to live with her in the woods. To Jack, the choice was obvious. He was in no shape to take off on his own, so he agreed to move in with her for a little while--at least until he got his feet on the ground.

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They moved that July after saying their goodbyes to everyone. Lucy didn't leave a forwarding address, but told all their friends and family that they would be in touch once they got settled--something she had no intention of doing.

Their new home was beautiful; high atop a mountain and miles from civilization. The scenery was incredible and Jack immediately fell in love with the place. He felt the change of scenery would be good for him. Perhaps the new setting, away from the pressures of college and criticism from friends and family, would allow him to get his life back in shape?

Despite the rustic setting, Lucy had three generators installed to provide electricity and a satellite dish to keep Jack occupied; however, no phone or internet service was installed. Lucy wanted to make sure they were cut-off from the outside world. As it was, their nearest neighbor was over 20 miles away and the nearest town was 30.

First thing, Lucy drove down to the town and stocked her four-wheel drive pick-up to the brim with enough food to last a large family for months. It was all for her growing step-son, however, and she found himself returning to town within two weeks for more provisions.

By August, Jack had settled into a routine of getting up, eating till the point when he felt genuinely scared he might burst or puke, then going back to bed (which was moved to the living room for easy access) to wait for a lunch that would feed six people. Dinner was usually the biggest meal of the day, however, consisting of multiple cheeseburgers (as many as eight), several plates of fries, milkshakes, mashed potatoes, a basket of dinner rolls and a whole pudding pie for dessert. Lucy had become a full-time chef for Jack, but watching him gorge himself ever faster towards immobile obesity made it all worthwhile for his fanatical feeder stepmom.

During the short time between meals, Jack would occasionally talk of getting a job or returning to college, but he never did; Lucy made it too easy for him to do nothing.

It was around this time that Lucy began taking the other pills she'd obtained from Michelle. They'd take a month or so to kick in Michelle had said, and Lucy figured that the time was right.

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By September 1st, Jack's weight was well over 400 pounds, but Lucy didn't know how much. On Lucy's next trip to town she stopped at an agricultural center and purchased a cattle scale that was typical of those used by the many farmers in the region.

After installing it outside, Lucy went through to the living room, her own increasingly heavy breasts heaving as her breathing quickened in anticipation. She found her fat boy beached on the sofa, so she slowly helped him up and gently lured the puffing, sweating Jack outside as he sipped on a shake she had prepared for him. Sitting him down on the sensor, Lucy smiled brightly when the digital scale read an amazing 491 pounds. Jack was a sight to behold, at a little over 3 times his old soccer playing weight his 5'8" frame was almost completely swamped by stretch-marked blubber. The young man--once so handsome and fit--had ballooned to become an almost spherical blob. Lucy had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud as she orgasmed on the spot.

Lucy realized that her desire for him was becoming utterly uncontrollable.

The next day, Lucy snuck to the bathroom door while Jack was showering. She had to see him naked. Fortunately for her, Jack had become so fat that every movement had become a chore. He had to move so deliberately that he was unaware of her presence as she opened the bathroom door to spy. She doubted he'd mind even if he knew--he had become that comfortable around her--but she decided not to risk it and ogled him in secret: as he washed under each flabby roll and then lifted one foot onto the shower tray edge so he could spray under his hanging belly - in an effort to clean his private parts, which Lucy could clearly see were almost covered by their own fat fupa roll.

As Jack struggled out of the shower huffing and puffing for breath while he began the lengthy process of drying his massively fat body, Lucy creamed in her pants again. She almost couldn't bear to look at him He turned her on like never before in her life.

She felt like Doctor Frankenstein. Here was a 20 year-old lad--so very fat and flabby--that she had created. His arms where a full 27 inches around and layered with soft flab. They shook uncontrollably with each waddling step he took. He had developed a giant double-chin that sagged the length of his neck. His pendulous moobs sagged down halfway to where his belly button used to be when he was thin. They were at least E-cups, riddled with strectch marks. His belly--his magnificent bulbous belly--had sagged to mid-thigh and was looking to droop even more. It shook with the slightest of movement or touch. A couple of feet behind him, his ass had developed into the largest, super-soft mound of cottage cheese cellulite Lucy had ever seen. His thighs trembled in protest under his increasing girth, rubbing together as he moved and bright red from the friction. The cellulite from his thighs cascaded down in a fleshy waterfall, completely covering his knees and resting on his calves--which were now wider than his thighs had been just a year before.

As Lucy watched his body shake and jiggle in protest of Jack's every movement, Lucy wondered if there was a single strand of muscle left in his body. Lucy had to test his strength. She knew he was becoming helpless--that turned her on to no end--but she needed to know how much. She took one last glimpse of her rotund stepson and then gently closed the door, a plan already formulating in her twisted mind.

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