No turning back

Chapter 1

The fit and toned gym cutie kept eyeing me as I finished another set. She didn’t attempt to hide her attraction to me, following me around and coincidentally working out next to me.

It was clear that she wasn’t used to men turning her down, especially when every other person who had a membership here wished she would talk to them. I was reracking my weights before leaving when she cornered me.

“Hey stud, I know you see me trying to get your attention.” I smiled at her. “I honestly didn’t notice, I’ve been really focused lately in here.” She eyed my muscles.

“I can tell. Well, I’m Haley! Why don’t you take me on a date this weekend, I know some really fun places we can go.” She thought she really had me.

“That sounds great, Haley, but I have to decline. I’ve already got dates lined up with a wonderful woman at home.” She immediately looked dejected, before excusing herself. “Well, I’m sorry for bothering you! Enjoy the rest of your workout.” She walked away, her confidence lowered a little. She was a nice girl, I’m sure she’d find someone if she lowered her standards a little bit.

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“Show me that fat pussy, cow.” She was trying to lift her belly up, but it was far too heavy for her large but weak arms to lift. Her face was reddened and sweating, the nasal cannula catching drops of sweat.

“What’s wrong, ***? Don’t you want to be fucked? Lift that belly up.”
She kept trying, but we both knew it was futile. Even I struggled lifting it, and I had a body made for lifting and hard labor.

“Come….on….baby….you know….I can’t…” I smiled, before walking over to her. She eyed my fully naked body, grateful that she was getting fucked and pleasured by me daily.

And all she had to do was be a good girl, spread her legs and swallow everything I shoved into her mouth. We had a good relationship; she let me fulfill my desires, and I let her live in absolute hedonistic bliss.

We weren’t concerned with the future, but maybe we should have been. Being this large was taking a toll on her, and despite her assurance that she was fine, I knew she was struggling. 25 year old women shouldn’t need oxygen to talk, a CPAP to sleep, or a bariatric bed to rest comfortably. Her size led to family and friends ostracizing us, my family disgusted that I was with her and hers angry that she was throwing away her life just to cum a little harder each time.

Despite emptying my balls into her buried pussy almost daily, she never got pregnant. The doctors said that it was highly likely her weight made conception difficult. Perhaps we were throwing away a chance for our own family by caving in to our animalistic desires, but neither of us could stop. It was too ingrained in our psychs to get off any other way.

She lived to eat, cum and sleep. I lived to feed her and cum in her. I only worked out to prepare my body for her, to make it easier to lift the rolls and folds that outweighed the gym girl by hundreds of pounds.

If we keep this up, we both know what will happen. Someone her size should be getting an emergency gastric bypass, should be fed kale and spinach.
But here I was, making her eat tubs of butter and leftover gristle. The amount of sugar I poured in her iced coffees was disgusting, the amount of grease I mopped up with bread and forced into her mouth another disgusting habit I created.

But none of those things worried us right now. Now, I had a cock dripping with precum in front of a 700 pound water bed made of yellow fat, clogged arteries, stretchmarks so red they almost bled, and a heart that was going to stop in a few years.

We couldn’t turn back.