Chapter 9: Conclusion
The morning light poured through the window, casting its warm golden rays across the face of the now much heavier me. Sitting upright in bed, I peered out towards the familiar scenery beyond his glass doors - the expanse of green grass illuminated brilliantly, making a stark contrast to the dark gray clouds looming overhead. This picturesque landscape had always been a place of solace for me whenever life seemed bleak, but today something felt different.
I could almost see the invisible thread connecting him to my past self, which lay buried somewhere beneath the ever-growing layers of excess flesh. Overwhelmed by feelings of nostalgia, mixed with anxiety for his future, I leaned back against the pillows, allowing tears to silently trickle down his cheek.
Outside, distant laughter drifted on the wind, carrying with it a melancholic undertone. Nature appeared to be celebrating alongside mankind in embracing decay and impermanence, serving as a somber reminder of the fragility of existence.
In those moments, the world outside became surreal, almost otherworldly, as though the balance between reality and fantasy had shifted ever so subtly.
Unbeknownst to most people passing by, a quiet battle raged behind closed doors, hidden beneath the facade of normalcy. I was a prisoner of my desire, my lust and my addiction. From that unfortunate fall during our walk through the park with Nat I badly injured my leg. To my sirprise when we were take to the hospital Dr. Jonson met us there. After a lot of humiliation of not being able to fit my massive belly into MRI machine, to the shocking news - I would need to spend my next 6 mounth in bed. Then I did not now it was my last time walking on my legs, but now i am shure.
I was discharged to our flat the same day. And now three out of 6 mounth passed. I have not left my bed in mounths, or moved my lover body for that matter. But what i was doing - a lot - was eating. I haven't noticed it at first. It was usual for me to overeat, then when I had nothing better to do I relaxed all day and just kept eating, endlessly. Nat and Eric feeding me into a food coma multiple times a day. It was a vicious cycle of being aroused by them, or fed by them. All day they stimulated my nipples, masturbated my cock that i had no chance of reaching now, fucked my asshole with a special tube and filled my belly till near bursting.
The problem with waste was solved when i was moved - Doctor helped for whure. tubes where inserted in my uterus and ass. They collected and cleaned my as my best friend and girlfriend filled me with thousands of calories a day.
And their har work paid off. I was not shure but it felt like I had lost all my muscle and gained around 60 kilos of pure blubber. My gut was now soft, sagging almost to my knees. My fat ass spread a full width of giant bed, fat rolles all over my body, and two massive moobs with wide nipples that now permenantly housed a vibrators inside them. I looked miserable, i was even worse. Doctor came a few times, concluding that i was perfectly healthy, and my leg was healing nicely. Whilst oiling my fat and making some hormonal injections all over my body and tits and in my food. And changes were horrind - all my muscle just melted and fat exploded. My gut was in overdrive, always craving more and my body - hot and horny was ten times more sesetive. It was like all my skin was erogenous zone now. I was delirious 9 das out of 10 and the las one was like this for a brief hour at night, when my tormenters slepped and i was awake. They used me as a pillow. My spread out legs i could not even attemped to move surved as hug pillows and my lowerbelly as main pillow.
Despite my best efforts to distance myself from old acquaintances such as Dr. Johnson, my destiny seemed irrevocably intertwined with their schemes. No matter how far I tried to escape, their manipulative influence would ultimately find its way back to me, binding me closer still to the labyrinthian path of obsession and indulgence.
As if reading my inner turmoil, Nat waked, and approached cautiously, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her presence alone served as a powerful source of strength.
When next three mounth passed i ganed another 80 kilograms of fat. With next to no muscle I could barely lift my arms. Nat proudly aanounced that i was 610 now and we will increase my intake of food. I have not cummed in a week. They are always edging me. My balls ache and i feel as they swell strangely with each day. Every 15 minutes i my cock is strocked until i am ready to explode but nothing follows. It is pure torment.
Instead of release i get another dose of fattening overly sweet shake fed to me by the tube.
All I know is that my cock aches and feels like it might split open any moment, yet nothing seems to come of it. The strain is evident on my face, contorting in painful desperation as I struggle to comprehend the cruel nature of these events unfolding before me. My breathing grows heavy, labored, and sweat drips profusely onto the sheets below me. There must be a reason why they put me through such suffering – I am convinced that there must be. However, none of them seem willing to share their intentions with me.
I remain trapped within this twisted web of hunger and sexual gratification, helpless to change anything save my own tortured existence. Each day brings new challenges and fresh horrors, pushing me further along the razor's edge between madness and sanity. I feel as all this shake fills me up and makes me even fatter by the day, whilst all the supplements change my body
and make me more sensitive than ever. Meanwhile, Nat and Eric only worsen the situation. They torture me with food and plauser, then go on to have sex in front of me, sometimes even on my fat.
They let me suck on their fingers after they finger themselves, while they talk dirty. Sometimes, Eric plays with my huge breasts, teasing me without letting me fully enjoy. My days consist of watching Nat and Eric having sex together, occasionally including others too. Sometimes they bring random women, whom they use as a live blowjob machine, never actually going into sex. It hurts seeing everything happening right in front of me, knowing I cannot partake nor participate completely.