Chapter 1 - A Fat Fate

David managed to rent the basement of the building. The heating in the place remained on all the time to torture Philip.

David looked pleased at Philip. His coach's friend had left 4 months ago, but David wouldn't stop screwing Philip's life and body.

"685 pounds Philip I really have turned you into a fucking pig"

"Look at you, you're disgusting and weak. You're barely able to breathe."

Philip couldn't even speak anymore even though his mouth remained open while he panted, Philiph drooled all the time, saliva dripping down his morbid body joining the sweat and fading to his skin.

"Camille doesn't even remember you, I doubt she recognizes the pig you are now anyway"

"You'll never get out of here. Although I would love for Camille to see you like this, she always said you were so handsome and that your athletic body was spectacular. What would she say if she saw how disgusting you look now, you fucking obese pig?"

"But now it's lunchtime Philip!"

David pulls the collar and chains on Philip's neck. He really doesn't want him to lose a single calorie from the effort, but it's wonderful to see how he puffs just by standing up and taking a few steps.

David forces him to walk and sees how the morbid body of his former rival shakes and sweats non-stop from the effort.

It takes Philip almost 20 minutes to get to the other side of the basement and it is torture for him. Philip knows the routine well and falls on an old mattress, David approaches and lifts Philip's head by the back of his neck so that he can look at him, he smiles and the obese boy's gasps resonate.

Then David places a kind of funnel in his pig's mouth. The funnel connects with a hose and this to a strange machine with a tank and in turn the machine filled the tank through a pipe that came from David's apartment.

David closed his fist and began to punch the huge belly of his former rival.

"I told you I would make sure you got fatter and fatter."

"You're almost at 700 pounds Phil"

David ran his fingers between Philip's reddened rolls of fat, smiled as he remembered his rival's amazing abs and saw and felt the flabby belly that hung and swayed to his knees. David admired the stretch marks and began counting Philip's sweaty rolls of fat.

"54 bulging rolls. Very good Phil, three more rolls than two weeks ago!"

"I just want that disgusting belly of yours to keep growing even though your face also looks pretty deformed now."

"Look, what you have there looks like 4 or five double chins, I can't even see your neck, much less is there a trace of your sharp jaw, eh stud?"

"Oh Philip, you were so handsome, but now I can barely see your eyes between your fat cheeks."

"Your hair still looks good. I could do something with your hair too, should I Philip? What do you have to lose, you're already fat and ugly anyway, you'll never be that handsome, beefy boy you used to be."

David went out and got some scissors, approached his fallen rival and began to cut the hair of the boy who was choking while he was fed non-stop by the hose.

"Fuck, no one would believe me if I told them how handsome you used to be, you were such a hunk and I ruined you."

David left a horrible haircut, in some places he looked bald, as if a child had pulled out and cut his hair.

David pulled at Philip's uneven hair, pulling out a few more strands, and he just stared at him as he continued to swallow through the funnel.

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Soon Philip reached 700 pounds to the satisfaction of David who enjoys watching his rival panting and motionless.

Buried there under pounds and pounds of disgusting fat was his rival who used to make everyone drool and brag about his incredible muscles and his attractiveness.

His incredible abs were long gone, he went from a six pack to over 60 sweaty, disgusting rolls, from his strong pecs to moobs that hung like bags of fat, David believed Philip's nipples might touch his pelvis if he didn't. out for his huge belly which holds his flabby moobs.

"You were an arrogant, conceited idiot, always bragging about your own body. Well, looking at your obese body in these mirrors is a good punishment for you, you thought you were so hot and that all of us wanted to see your fucking perfect physique. But I prefer to see you like this, I love seeing how fat you've gotten and having seen you lose every inch of your fucking muscles Phil."

"Every chance you had, you took off your shirt and showed off your damn muscles and those fucking abs you had. I'll make you stay eating in front of the mirrors. I don't think you even want to see your damn flabby reflection, huh? But I like it"

"I love seeing how your muscles have been destroyed and how they are buried in kilos and more kilos of fat."

"I won't stop Philip, I don't care if you reach 800 or a thousand pounds, you moron, I won't stop ruining your body as much as I can, I don't care if you can't move anymore or can barely breathe. I'll make you eat more and more, you're a pig, my fucking pig, do you hear me?"

Philip could only moan even with the funnel in his mouth.

"Ohhh how clueless, let me take that away from you

"Now I want you to say it."

Philip could barely speak as he caught his breath and some noises and burps came out of his mouth, so he said it.

"I'm a pig, a fat and ugly pig"

David's smile grew bigger as he heard Philip's weak voice.

"Oh but you're mine you know? You belong to me say so"

"I am your pig, you are my owner David"

"Do you think I'm better than your Phil?" David lifted his shirt and flexed his incredible six pack and biceps mockingly.

"You are better than me David, you are better, you have a hot body and I'm just a ***"

"I think you're fat and disgusting, right?" David shook his flaccid stomach, Philip, still looking at him.

"I'm fat and disgusting, I'm an obese pig" one slap to his stomach and Philip's belly jiggled for several seconds.

"You were 175 pounds of beefy muscle, how much do you weigh now Phil? I told you before I put the funnel on you this morning, remember?"

"Weight 743 pounds"

" 743 pounds damn! I still remember when you got on the elevator and flirted with Camille in front of me, son of a bitch. You strutted up to us and pressed the button for the top floor in the elevator, remember? I must admit that I was so jealous of you, I envied your attractiveness. I hated how good you looked in your white collared shirt and I hated the most the way Camille looked at your marked muscles through the sweaty shirt, I think you should have even done push-ups before arriving, your arms and torso were too pumped. It didn't matter that I was there, I think you even took the opportunity to show me off and show off your beautiful body in my face"

" You took off your shirt and smiled, flexing your incredible body, practically letting her touch you and caress your pecs and abs. Meanwhile I was still standing like an idiot watching a hot bastard steal my chance with Camille, but now look at you, all that's left is a pathetic ***ing pig".

David just wanted to laugh out loud when he saw the tears in his rival's eyes as David kneaded his fat here and there, squeezing his flabby arms and thighs, pinching his moobs and poking his tummy as he laughed and made sounds imitating to a pig.