Chapter 1 - Bretts Plan to Trap Madison

Brett had always known Madison was out of his league. Her glossy dark hair, radiant smile, and slim, toned body turned heads wherever she went. Every time they went out, men lingered with their eyes too long, and a knot twisted in his stomach. What if one of them charmed her away? What if she decided she could do better?

That gnawing fear festered until it became something more- a plan.

It started small. Extra desserts after dinner, milkshakes full of extra calories before bed, “just because you deserve to be spoiled.” Madison laughed at first, teasing him about trying to make her “soft,” but Brett’s hand on her hip while she ate felt protective, possessive. He praised every new curve, every pound.

But Brett wasn’t content with slow. He began cooking enormous breakfasts before she woke, serving them with sweet insistence until she learned not to argue. Every craving was met instantly. pastries, rich cream soups, trays of chocolate dipped strawberries, all eaten in bed where he could keep her close.

Madison’s once-slender frame softened into plush curves- her face filled out, her breasts heavy and full, arms and legs thick with cellulite, and a belly full of rolls.

The more she grew, the more the outside world disappeared. Brett stopped taking her out altogether, keeping her wrapped in blankets in their sunlit bedroom, belly on display, plate always within reach. The less the moved, the better. He didn’t want her burning any calories.

Brett’s plan was already in motion, but he wanted more than curves—he wanted permanence. He wanted Madison so soft, so comfortable, so dependent on him that she wouldn’t dream of leaving. He started giving Madison her birth control, but he really was just giving her sugar pills. He was going to make sure she was pregnant and trapped. She would be his and for good and no one else could have her or even want her at the weight he planned getting her to.

The first big change came in the form of breakfast. Brett made sure she woke up to a tray beside with stacks of pancakes dripping with butter and syrup, scrambled eggs folded with cream, sausage links glistening, and a tall glass of chocolate milk that he added weight gain powder to.

She giggled at the extravagance in the beginning, “Brett, I can’t eat all this!” But he’d smile, feed her a forkful, and not let her leave the bed until it was finished. She loved how he touched her now- longer, lingering strokes on her hips and thighs, kisses that drifted over her growing belly.

Every meal was like that. Portion sizes doubled, then tripled. He introduced snacks between snacks. Pastries in the afternoon, creamy pasta for a “light” lunch, his special milkshakes thick enough to stand a spoon in just before bed. She began waking up still full from the night before.

Her body responded quickly. Jeans that hugged her snugly in the morning wouldn’t make it over her hips. The flat stomach Brett had once admired now curved out softly with a nice roll. Her chest swelled, her thighs brushed together when she walked, and her face took on a round, glowing look that made her seem perpetually flushed.

Madison started getting sick throughout the day and they learned she was pregnant. He wrapped his arms around her and told her “perfect, you’re mine now.” Brett got medicine to help with her nausea because he didn’t want her losing any weight. This pregnancy will be his excuse to keep her on bedrest and make sure she gains so much weight it will be hard for her to try and lose weight after the baby was born.

Brett’s touches became more possessive. He massaged her belly after meals, kneaded her hips as she dozed in his lap, whispered about how he couldn’t wait to see her “even fuller.” Madison blushed every time, but she didn’t protest- his attention felt intoxicating.

From that moment, his feeding shifted from indulgent to relentless. He wanted her round with more than pregnancy- he wanted layers of softness under the swelling belly, a lushness that wouldn’t fade when the baby came. He made sure Madison was always full, and adored.

By the time Madison gave birth to their first baby, she was nearly unrecognizable from the woman Brett had first met. She lay in the hospital bed, hair tousled, cheeks round and glowing, breasts so heavy and full they spilled over the sides of the gown. Brett didn’t see the sweat or the exhaustion- he only saw the soft, fertile woman who now carried his child. He didn’t let the glow fade.

Within weeks of bringing her home, he had her back on the same rich, relentless diet. “You need to keep your strength up,” he’d say, sliding another plate in front of her. “You need to eat a lot of calories to make sure you produce enough milk for our baby.”

Brett made sure to pump every hour to keep the milk coming. He likes how large her breast got and he’d do anything to keep her entire body at its largest.

Brett tracked her cycle and had her pregnant 8 weeks after she have birth. The days blurred together-naps, nursing, endless food, Brett’s constant presence. By the time she realized she was pregnant, she was already heavier than she’d been at nine months pregnant. At 850 pounds Brett made sure she was carrying again before she could even think about losing weight.