Patreon Prompt 679

Prompt: (First person from the GF's POV) A woman loves that she has fed her chubby BF into an immobile blob but doesn't love the fact his influence has caused her to lose her fit body. She now needs to waddle to his bed and feeding him has become an exhausting task.

            The initial agreement I made with Peter was one that was supposed to benefit both of our interests. For him, it would be an opportunity to stuff himself with as many delicious foods as he wanted. For me, I was just happy to gradually change his slightly chubby form into an obese blob that could barely move under his own power. This deal worked out long enough for him to break the 1000 pound mark, but not before causing irreparable damage to my own body.

            The fit form I used to take so much pride in began to put on weight as I kept having to taste test the various meals I fed to Peter. My six-pack abs changed into a doughy beer belly. I kept having to toss out pairs of shorts as each one was ripped asunder by my fattening rear. Even if I did manage to add some heft to my bosom, my breasts were still a few sizes smaller than Peter’s man boobs.

            My frustrations came to a head one day during a feeding session. Finding it difficult to stuff food into his face while keeping a pudgy hand on the wall to maintain balance, I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it. Just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion, that was when my blobby boyfriend pulled me onto the bed. Leaving me confused and the mattress close to breaking, he persevered to nuzzle up his flab to mine. The soft feeling of having our obese forms press against one another helped to ease my frustration and gradually ease me into the life of being a pair of complete gluttons.