>>12550Chapter 2
1 year ago
She had done it! She was 139 lbs, one pound under her goal weight. She felt like a teenager again, as if she had all the energy of the world at her fingertips. She wore designer clothes and jobwise, was earning more than she'd ever in her life. She felt like she truly had the life she wanted now. She had saved herself from a life she hated, and all it had cost her was her husband's health, fitness and ability to control her.
She looked down at her perfect, toned body then glanced to the wheezing pile of flab filling their sofa. She'd really done a number on him. Any thoughts or plans he'd ever harboured of putting weight on her she'd visited on him tenfold.
At just over 700 lbs, he was a sight to behold. Wedged into the sofa most days, barely moving. Sweating, piles of rolls and folds that engulfed every part of him. He'd given up any signs of resisting and ate without any restraint. He truly was conquered by his greed and his fetish.
She loved and hated what she'd done to him. There were many layers to these feelings. She hated that she'd had to do this to him to save herself, but she loved how she now looked and felt. She loved how he'd had his fetish well and truly turned against him and hated him for ever trying to do this to her. She hated that she still didn't feel satisfied, that she hadn't truly got her revenge yet. She loved the idea of getting her true revenge and making him realise the err of his ways.
She sometimes felt like letting him stop, of helping his failing body lose the weight. But then she saw the pictures of her old fat self, read his (previously hidden, since discovered) stories about how selfishly huge he was going to get her and her resolve set in stone.
700 lbs was definitely huge and his body was clearly struggling to survive, but he was the architect of his own fate.
Reading through his stories, she'd read time and time again about his fantasies of being fed to death. Could she see herself inadvertently doing this to him? She wasn't sure.
She definitely planned to keep overfeeding him as she still wasn't satisfied with his size. She'd wanted revenge at the start and was now reeling from the feeling of conquering his plans for her. She still got a rush from getting him bigger as it made her feel free-er as he ballooned.
But having him sat there, effectively pinned to the spot, risking death with every pound she forced onto him, what else did he have to look forward to?
She couldn't shake the idea that if she hadn't put a stop to it, she'd be the one pinned there being fed by him. She'd be the one who was effectively being fed to death. Why should she stop when he wouldn't have? She couldn't help but be curious, to want to discover just how far he would have pushed her.
She decided, if he didn't resist, then she'd keep feeding him. Ultimately it's his decision as an adult to stop himself. She wanted to see what was stronger, his fetish, or his will to live.
Present day
She tapped her fingers against the dark, rich wood of the coffin as she slid her hand along its bulk. It sat on a wide, steel, reinforced frame and looked unlike most coffins she'd ever seen. For a start it was nearly as wide as it was long and rose up over four feet due to the mammoth sized body crammed into it.
She was kind of impressed at herself, having created something that needed such a monumental box just to hold it. People would scarcely believe that a box so big could even be a coffin, let alone have room(just barely) for only one person.
She'd spent the last year of Nathan's life feeding him into oblivion. His weight had continued to balloon unchecked. He made zero effort to slow down his eating, even as his size rendered him too fat to walk any further than a few laboured steps.
His whole body had grown so immense and heavy, he barely looked like the Nathan she'd once knew.
Seeing his face engulfed by fat, still eating had both disgusted her and fascinated her. Surely he knew that he was on the brink of eating himself to death? Unable to resist enabling him, she'd made sure to keep the food coming. A few months into his last year, she'd even made the insane suggestion of switching to weight gain powder for most of his intake.
She'd meant it as a joke to shock him but then realized it made feeding him much easier from her perspective. It also meant she could put weight onto him even faster.
This meant it was his literal choice keep sucking the fat shakes into his already overflowing body. And suck he did. He took to it like a drowning man gasps for air. But instead of air he sought, it was more shake to fill his body.
His weight gain exploded from that moment onwards with him finishing every day several pounds heavier. He really did nothing else after that point except lie in bed sucking down shake after shake. Even when she started warning him that he was killing himself getting so huge, that with every swallow he drew closer to death.
To an ordinary person, that should have been enough to shock them, make them realise what they were doing to themselves. But this was no ordinary person. Nathan's fetish was now in full control over his whole ballooning body. Rather than stop him, it only made he hungrier.
She watched with morbid fascination as his body spread and grew, as his belly rose up bigger, as he became completely immobilised by his fat. Like a loving wife, she diligently swapped every carton of weight gain shake as soon as he had finished one. She watched as his own weight started making breathing difficult.
His whole body had ballooned and was filling their double mattress. His breathing got more and more strained as the weight began to really press down on him. She realised that unless she stopped him, he would soon kill himself with food and flab.
There was one last question she wanted to ask him, before she decided to halt his mindless, helpless growth. A question that could spell his salvation, or his doom.
