Asking for Forgiveness, Not Consent

Chapter 1 - 5 Years of Bad Influence

"Honey... did you make me fat?"

I knew this question was going to come, but looking over at my lovely girlfriend as she rested her obese stomach on the kitchen counter. Her long black hair framing her tanned skin, her shorts unzipped and barely keeping her oversized thighs from bursting outwards to complete indecency.

Her top was a light purple and had long since become an overstretched crop top. Her double chin made her face adorably round, her puffy arms were resting atop her oversized stomach.

I knew this was coming, but how did it take this long?

I was fairly subtle at first.

I slowly took over her gym time with dinner dates and movie nights. She wasn't happy about it but clearly was happy to accept the chance to skip a few gym sessions.

Of course, that few gym sessions eventually became a cancelled membership, but she wasn't too bothered, after all we had moved in together, she could use my home gym.

She never did of course, I made sure of that.

Then the snacks, I was a giver. I showed off my affection by giving people food, and I made sure she knew, I loved her a lot.

The first time she had to buy new clothes, I thought that'd be it. But, no. She was in denial, "it was just bloating" she said.

I made sure to get her some fat clothes, I had big plans after all.

She plateaued after awhile, a mere 250 pounds.

I wanted more. No, needed more.

She hadn't said anything when you started giving her double portions, when you left chocolate everywhere and basically made it so she didn't have to lift a finger while at home.

But she still went out, had a job, visiting friends and family all the time.

I got lucky when the world got shut down for a year.

She was at my mercy and I ruined her health.

She didn't ask anything then, I got cocky.

I started feeding her before and after sex.

Food and fucking became one in the same for a long time and the effects on your body showed, we fucked a lot.

When the world opened up, she had long given up on all that going out, it was too much for a big girl like her. Plus the fact she didn't fit into anything didn't help much.

It was amazing to see how she grew, every new fold, new wobble, knowing it was all my fault.

And now, she was asking me if I had done it all on purpose.

I looked at her and said yes, I asked if she could ever forgive me.

She could not, but that didn't matter, she knew I had ruined her inside and out.

She knew she had lost any shred of willpower she had, she hadn't been in touch with anyone but me for years, she hadn't even left the apartment further than the front door to get her endless supply of fast food to keep her unrelenting hunger at bay.

I had done it, I had made her my perfect piggy.

She looked at me, teary eyed as she felt the weight of realization pile on the weight of her gut, falling to the ground.

I gave her a pint of ice cream, and she ate.