Chapter 1

"You're a growing girl, you need your calories" I jam an entire stick of butter into her mouth, the heat in the room and her mouth turning it into a soft lump of fat soon enough. I forcefully hold her jaw shut, her chubby cheeks doing all they can to take the stick in.

"Swallow all of it right now or I'll make sure you see stars" she knew not to take my threats lightly. Despite her overtaxed stomach being packed full of trash, she managed to down the stick fairly quickly. Tears had formed, flowing down her fat face.

"Please....I can't do this anymore....it's...it's too hard...." I pay no mind to her pleading, grabbing more sticks of butter and placing them in a bowl. They go right in the microwave, as I melt them down into a thick slop. As the microwave dings, she begins crying more. I rummage through the pile of utensils until I find a large syringe, kinda like one you'd use to baste a turkey.

"PLEASE" she says, her exhaustive whining and begging leaving her out of breath. She can cry all she wants, these calories are going in her one way or another. I stick the tube into the butter, and pull out a good portion. I walk over to her face, pry open her mouth and jam it in. I push it down a little just to make sure she can't spit it up.

With a solid push, a stream of warm fatty melted butter goes down her throat. I pull the syringe out to refill it. She continues her babbling, but I shut her up with another heavy dose. Before long, she's taken in about 7-8 sticks, and has excess liquid fat pooling out of her mouth.

"I don't....feel good......my chest hurts.....my throat hurts.....can't breathe" she coughs and a little bit of the butter comes up, just flowing past her chins.

She is completely destroyed.

20 years old, 20 years spent on this earth and her life is effectively over. She was already fat when I took her, 445 pounds at 18. People might say I'm a monster, but I didn't let her grow up with unfettered access to junk food. Her parents should have been thrown in jail for letting her get as fat as she did before she was even 18. And sending her off to college in the Deep South? They must have wanted her to be immobile before she graduated.

But I wouldn't waste 4 years on this one. No, she's already functionally immobile. I've forced so many muscle relaxers into her that her muscle tissue has the texture of loose yarn now. All the growth hormones flowing through her clogged arteries have ensures every single calorie she eats gets turned into fat.

I love looking at her, seeing the defeated and blank look in her eyes. She was always going to be fat. But maybe she'd have found a man who loved her as she was, a man who didn't want to slowly kill her with food. Hell, maybe she'd have even found someone who had the mental capacity to break away from his fetish and force her to lose weight-for herself, for her family, for her future family.

Ha, future family. She's so fat now that I can dump a load into her every single hour and she won't get pregnant. All the artificial crap flowing in her has ensured that her womb will remain empty and buried under hundreds of pounds of pure hog fat forever. Shame too, as she has some amazing child bearing hips. All 114 inches of them.

Yeah, I really did fuck this girl up. Even now, despite having 10,000 plus calories inside her, I want to give her more.

The best part is that it's not up to her. It's up to me.

"Alright, hun. You've had enough for now. I'll be back in two hours for your midnight shake, don't go anywhere" I wink at her, knowing she isn't moving until I fill this room with concrete after her heart stops pumping.