Object, 2.0

chapter 1

“If you can get up, you’re free to walk out that door and leave forever. I won’t chase you, I won’t stop you. Just get up and leave.” Of course, I knew she couldn’t do anything. She was 19 years old and 685 pounds on a 5’3 frame. In less than a year, she’d gained 135 pounds through eating pure junk. Or rather, being forced to by me. She hated her weight, having been fat all her life. I won’t spill the details of how she came into my life, but at 550 pounds and only 18 she was clearly not trying to be skinny. Numerous plea’s by her family did nothing, so I did what anyone would do and decided to let her give in. She loved being around me, amazed someone loved her despite her size, she couldn’t believe it. The weight crept up, and only a few months into our relationship she had gained 50 pounds. When she crossed 600, she did get scared. She wanted to stop, and that’s when I stepped in. She was restrained at all hours of the day, being force fed pure slop to make it so she couldn’t leave.

This led to now, with me finally letting her go if she could get up and walk away.
“Cmon piggy, you can do it. You know what’s gonna happen if you don’t leave now.” Fear filled her eyes, as she tried in vain to get up from the bed. Her face was red, exhaustion taking hold. Such a fat, obese piggy. I couldn’t wait to fatten her more. She started to cry. “Please let me leave, I don’t wanna do this anymore. I miss my family, my home, I don’t wanna be fat anymore.”


I came close to her, my face inches from her. “Piggy, you said this is what you wanted. And I’m giving it to you. I’ll let you try one more time to get up and leave. If you don’t succeed, then I’ll assume you don’t really wanna go and we can get back to work. Half a ton won’t reach itself.” I walked out of the room as she struggled to get up. I went to the kitchen and began preparing a calorie bomb of gain shakes. She never got up.

1 year later

“How’s my princess doing this morning?” Her dreary eyes were void of emotion, only the constant sound of her sucking down the tube showing any signs of life. “Today is weigh in day! Let’s see how much hotter you’ve gotten!” I took the tube out, and she gave me a look of sadness, longing for something. “I’m….too fat. Hurts to…..breathe.” I turned on the built in scale, the numbers rising. “You’re not too fat in any way, princess. In fact, you’re only-“ the scale stopped “-776 pounds!” Her expression showed shock. “I’m….too young….to be this fat…..” the bed creaked, before breaking. Her body jiggled in all directions, the jelly like lard mesmerizing. I became hard instantly.
“Princess, at only 20, you might be young” I walked to her rolls, finding an inviting one, “but you are not too fat, and you never will be.”