One ton honey

Chapter 1

Forward: Please be warned that this is most likely my darkest and most twisted story to date. While it is most certainly a highly unrealistic and ridiculous fantasy, it does deal with some very real issues. A penchant for fantasizing about “death feedism” isn’t something that just arises out of nowhere in an individual; while there may never be any sort of direct psychological analysis of said thing, it is not such a stretch to believe that the same sorts of conditions that would lead one to have a preoccupation with death in any other case might also apply in the realm of death feedism.


Some of the themes touched upon in this story include familial neglect and abuse, gaslighting and manipulation and childhood traumas. In addition to the overall themes of death, there are also numerous mentions of bodily fluids and descriptions specific bodily functions and sexual acts. Please note that if you are disturbed or triggered by any of these things you may want to use some discretion before delving into this story.

Also please note that this story is presented as a farcical fantasy and is for entertainment purposes only. It does not in any way endorse or condone any of the behavior described within. All of the characters and events described in this story are completely fictional, and any resemblance to any real events or persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.






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“A ton? Are you serious?” Rodney said incredulously. “An actual ton?”


Sandra had always been the type of woman who couldn’t let go of an idea or a desire once she got it in her mind; when there was something that she wanted, she would focus in on that thing with absolute tunnel vision and she wouldn’t quit until she had attained said thing. She was a woman who was used to getting her way, never having to have gone without anything in her life. There were few people in her life who had ever told her “no,” and anyone who did quickly found themselves sitting on the sidelines in her world, looking on as Sandra went after whatever it was that she was trying to get. Stubborn and determined, there was no stopping her once she set her sights on anything that truly wanted for herself.


That’s why her boyfriend Rodney became highly alarmed when she shared with him one evening what her latest ambition was.

“A ton as in two thousand pounds?” Rodney said as he gazed over at Sandra, who was lounging on an oversized deck chair on the patio of her family’s estate. He looked at her closely for signs that she may not have been serious, but he knew all too well that she was.


“Why not?” Sandra inquired matter of factly as she glared back at Rodney. “It’s something that I’ve always been curious about. Why shouldn’t I just go for it?”

“Because it isn’t humanly possible,” Rodney shot back, taking his glasses off and shutting his laptop so as to give Sandra his full attention. “No one could pull that off, not even you.”

“I think if anyone could pull it off,” Sandra said, “it would be me!”



Rodney shook his head and picked up his glasses, putting them back on his face. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe she would drop the subject altogether – but deep down he knew that she wouldn’t; deep down he knew that this was only the beginning of this conversation.


“I’ve put on so much weight over the last few years,” Sandra said, patting herself on her large and distended tummy that jutted out in front of her like a massive sack full of jelly, “and you’ve helped me; in just a little over six years I’ve gone from being a modestly chubby two hundred and fifty pounds to being over five hundred pounds, and it feels great!”


What Sandra was saying was absolutely true. She had always been a hefty girl with a hearty appetite. Growing up spoiled as she did, her family would never shy away from allowing Sandra to indulge in whatever treats or sweets she may have had a hankering for at any given time. As she grew older she had grown accustomed to stuffing herself to capacity at every meal, indulging herself with as many in-between snacks as she could get her hands on.

In her twenties, Sandra adopted for herself a life of complete and total hedonism, consistently indulging in an unbridled and gluttonous consumption of food, sex, alcohol and drugs just, helping herself to as much as she pleased with absolutely no one around to stop her. Her days and nights were just a stream of wild eating and drinking binges, followed by random one night stands with strangers she would meet through the internet – most of them men, some of them women, all of them filthy sex fiends with appetites for pleasure that matched her own.


When Sandra finally came around to hooking up with Rodney, a young man she’d known since they were both in boarding school, the two of them seemed like a match made in heaven – at least at first. Rodney was the first man that Sandra had slept with whom she actually wanted to keep around for more than one night. There was just a kind of sweet innocence that he seemed to possess that Sandra found refreshing and appealing, and ultimately something that she found easy to exploit.

Rodney on the other hand had always been fascinated with the idea of feeding someone and fattening them up, and the beautiful young Sandra seemed as though she would be the perfect woman for him to act out his fantasies with. As time went on, it seemed to him more and more like Sandra was the one who was really calling the shots, demanding Rodney continue to feed her bigger and bigger meals to keep her satisfied, her body completely ballooning up and out of control as she piled on more and more weight. He didn’t mind this at all, as he found her insatiable greed to be oddly appealing. Once Sandra hit five hundred pounds and was so large that she could barely move from the couch to the fridge on her own anymore however, Rodney figured that perhaps they had taken things as far as they possibly could and that this would be the end of it.


He really should have known however, that it was really only the beginning.



“I’ve loved the experience of watching myself get bigger and bigger, seeing my huge belly expand right before my eyes while you feed me more and more,” Sandra stated in between taking hits from her multi-colored bong. “Haven’t you enjoyed watching me get fatter, Rodney?”

“You know I have, baby,” Rodney said, looking now at Sandra intently. “It’s been like a dream come true for me – but baby, what you’re suggesting is just not physically possible.”


“I refuse to believe that!” Sandra decried, setting her glass implement down and folding her fat arms in front of her, pouting like a spoiled child.


Rodney had a choice at this point: he could get up and walk away, knowing that the conversation would be over for now, but would only lead to a month or more of nagging and arguing, or he could just stay put and allow himself to be sucked into whatever whimsical fantasy that Sandra had constructed in her mind.


“It would be amazing if we could actually make this happen,” Rodney said finally, “you could be the one ton honey that I’ve always dreamed of.”


Sandra cooed with glee before taking another puff from her bong and shoving a cupcake in her mouth. Rodney, looking at her now with excitement couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Sandra had in mind.

“So tell me, pretty-mommy,” he said to her, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, “how do you propose we achieve this lofty goal?”