Chapter 1

Her belly lifted up and down, very slowly but in time with her breathing. It was labored and she wheezed, struggling to get enough air. Her thighs were completely spread, but they touched just a little past her knees still. Her belly, a soft, pale sack of lard that resembled a bean bag chair more than a belly laid in between. She was resting in a semi reclined position, but her gut still touched the bed. Buried deep in between her thighs and under her belly, her sex was almost impossible to get to.

Plucked away by me, at the beginning of her 20s, she had an entire life ahead of her. One with friends, love, children, everything a young woman should experience. But thousands of calories, hundreds of gallons of fattening cream, hour long forced binges anchored her to this spot, a king sized mattress in a room where she was locked away from everything she loved and lived for.

Part of why I did it was control. The thrill of controlling someone, being their god, altering their body with things people normally enjoyed.

Everyone loves ice cream, right? I melted pints of it down, added heavy cream and mass gainer, and forced it down her throat through a tube.

Instead of disposing of my grease like any one else, I dripped it onto slices of thick bread. Pushing each slice of grease drenched, heavy bread past her fat lips and into her mouth was always a treat.

I fed her ugly, and menacingly. Sticks of butter, bags of sugar, pure raw fatty ingredients forced into her. Her health nosedived, but that was expected. She stopped complaining about her predicament early, as I showed her what happened to ungrateful pigs.
She was fed until she threw up, and after she had a good cry, was fed again. I did this for an entire week, and by the end her resistance was diminished.

She still went through many shocking moments, mind you. The first time I used her belly button was a clear mental strain on her, seeing a man shape and mold your body in such a way that he creates a new hole to fuck. I made sure to pleasure her as much as possible, to make the entire experience better for her.
A vibrator practically lived in her, bringing her to orgasms daily.

She was the subject of several feeder frenzies, unrelenting assaults on her flab. A female feeder buried under her belly, bringing her to a heart stopping orgasm as other men lined around her. Ropes of semen would land across her stretch marked belly, the sight of this destroyed pig all too easy to cum to. A twisted version of a bukakke, the nasal cannula and heart monitor adding to the scene.


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WILL CONTINUE (I mean it)