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CONTENT WARNING: This story is completely fictitious and contains: Extreme Weight Gain, Forced Feeding, Humiliation, Slight Slob, Morbid Health Risks, and Manipulation.

Katie was excited to see her friends, they had texted here and there over the summer, but this was her first night out with them and I was glad to be tagging along. She stuffed herself into whatever still fit, and I told her how beautiful she looked, these rose-colored glasses I created with my constant flattery had all but blinded her to the truth. She had gotten fat. Without putting her on a scale I didn’t know exactly how fat, but I had guessed she had passed 200lbs, and was working her way up. Her face had softened a bit, but hadn’t shown much progress yet, her arms had found a layer of softness as well, concealing any previously shown muscle tone. Her thighs had lost their gap months before, but spending the summer lounging around only made them touch further down. Katie’s paunch belly had developed a small roll that jiggled when she walked, a product of her mass consumption of beer, and her butt had widened quite a bit. Sitting around on her ass the past few months certainly proved to aid in this growth.
    And while Katie may have been oblivious at first, her friends certainly weren’t. It didn’t take long for the stares and whispers to erupt in a drunken argument, hurtful words were said, tears were shed and friendships had been tarnished. We left with Katie swearing she would never hang out with those superficial bitches again, a fact I was sure to remind her of often. I told her how strong and sexy she was, she was brave for standing up to them, they had no right. Of course the next day there were apologies abound, but the seeds had been sewn, the resentment was going to take root and with a little more subtle coercion, they would soon be out of her life for good. The last thing I needed now was a group of mean girls trying to convince Katie she needed to lose weight.
    Summer was over, we were a few weeks into her sabbatical semester, she still hadn’t found a job, and was starting to get desperate. That was when I suggested, that just on a temporary basis, she considered applying to retail or even food service type jobs. She begrudgingly agreed, and wouldn’t you know it, the only places that would call her back were fast food restaurants. After a bit of back and forth, she reluctantly took a job at Burger Doodle, “Home of the Clown Car Burger”, your average gimmicky burger joint that served grease fried everything and sugary drinks. Katie thought she was above this job, and she may have been at some point, but now she was desperate, broke and dependent on me, this gave her a sense of independence. Hope is a dangerous thing to have.
    The effects of her new job were almost immediate, she had grown so used to always having a snack and a drink nearby, and Burger Doodle offered free drinks to employees and a seemingly endless supply of mis-made orders and ‘past-serve-time’ munchies. I visited her a few times in the first month, and she always had an extra large soda with her, and the greasy finger stains of someone who was sneaking fries. Katie was hooked. She never explicitly told me what she ate every day, but any time I would offer to prepare her a lunch for the day, she would wave me off and say she would just get something at work. The one thing I knew, was that she always ate alone and wasn’t making any new friends. All of her coworkers were either pimple faced teens or retirees looking to get out of the house. So she resolved to spend her breaks and downtime lost in her phone, surfing the socials.
    At one time Katie had a robust social media life, always posting pics and leaving sweet comments, but now she had become nothing more than a lurker, scrolling through the profiles of her old friends and trying not to let it bother her that they had all but left her behind. On one of my visits, before I made myself known, I watched her from the window as she absentmindedly scarfed down a full 20 Chicken Nuggies all while flipping through post after post of the life she was no missing. I took notice of how much she would eat when she was feeling down, and I planned to foster that behavior. Social media would be my tool, it had been so long since she had posted anything, I was certain that any mention of her would peek the interest of her former girl gang.
    I decided to write a post about how proud I was of my beautiful girlfriend, who had just passed her first 90 days at Burger Doodle and was now a full time employee, I laid it on thick, and included the ever so important, attention drawing emojis, her “friends” were sure to see this. My post had only been up a few days when my plan succeeded. When Katie started her job at Burger Doodle, she was still insisting on wearing a size Large, even if it was entirely too tight on her, but now she was solely in XXL territory. Her friends barely recognized her at first, the job required her to wear a uniform consisting of a black pants and a blue and yellow striped shirt, but the stripes looked more like waves on her newly curved body. The pants clung tight around her waist, creasing her belly into two rolls, one beneath the belt and one stretching her shirt. Her pants had the all to familiar grease stains on the hips where she’d wipe her hands, the material did no justice to her dimpling back side either. Her shirt was becoming a second skin and often rolled under her breasts slightly, and the arm holes were taught against her widening upper arms. Her face had begun to round out and a double chin was forming, her hair was greasy from a long day and looked more like a rats nest than a well made bun.
    I never found out exactly what the girls did or said to Katie, only that she came home early in tears, and spent the whole afternoon in bed. To comfort her through those times, I was there to tell her how beautiful she was, how sexy she had become. That is a very important distinction, I always made sure I used phrasing like that, so subconsciously she knew that the fatter she got, the more I was attracted to her. After that day, she started to lose what little pride she took in her job, she would occasionally come in a few minutes late or mess up an order here and there, of course a messed-up order had to find its way somewhere, and that was usually her growing gut. She would come home and without a word to me, crack open a beer to drown her sorrows. I was the dutiful boyfriend, always bringing her another drink and a snack before she finished the first.
    She had been working at Burger Doodle for 6 months now, I knew she was fatter but without getting her on a scale it was hard to know how much fatter. I soon got my chance, she was finally eligible for heath care, but only after taking a physical, a physical that didn’t go well. I wasn’t there to collect the details, but I saw her tear stained cheeks and smelled the hamburger on her breath and knew it couldn’t have been good. Thankfully she left her paperwork on the table as she made her way to the fridge, food was one of he few comforts even if its what got her here in the first place. I picked up the paperwork, my eyes searching for the number, then I saw it, 267lbs. She has effectively doubled her weight since we met, at least 50lbs of it in the past six months, and instead of doing something about it, instead of starting a diet and exercising the weight away, she plopped her fat ass down on the couch with a bag of mini donuts and a six pack. That might I made love to her like never before, sure she was becoming a glimmer of her former self, but I needed her to know it pleased me.
    Katie would spend her down time the same as she did the previous summer, sitting around neglecting herself, and this time it included her studies. After her first semester of online courses, she opted for a second but this time it hadn’t been going well at all. She would miss deadlines, skip tests, and didn’t seem to care, she had lost her thirst for knowledge and instead weakened her mind with reality TV and heavy drinking. And by the end of the second semester, she had essentially given up and was failing nearly all of her classes. But school wasn’t the only thing suffering, her work ethic had dwindled as well, and now she found herself being scheduled to work the worst hours, the late night shifts. The restaurant closed at 1:30am, but after closing work, she would be off around 2:00am, I’d hear her enter the house, always followed by the crack of a can opening and the rustle of a fast food bag. One of the perks, as I saw it, of closing, was taking home any of the leftover food that would have just been thrown out. With nothing to do on these long slow shifts, Katie would sit on her phone more and more, but instead of browsing social media, now she was streaming her dumb tv shows, snacking all the while.
    Without any real stimulation, whatever mental process she once had was slowly fading, I made sure to not burden her with anything intellectual, like books or the news. Her e-reader sat collecting dust, while her pudgy finger faded the buttons on the remote. Even at work, computers and machines did all of the real thinking for her, automation was key in the fast food industry and she was nothing but a delivery system from the fryer to the customer. She’d roll out of bed hungover most days around noon, a cold breakfast waiting for her, that she would take to the couch, there she sat munching through her day, neglecting any house work that needed doing. By the time I’d get home she was readying herself for work, and I would prepare dinner for us. I tried not to push it since I knew she would spend her night eating grease laden food, so something light made her feel like she was at least making an effort. She’d spend the next 8 hours at Burger Doodle, in her ever tightening uniform, then come home to drink away her day which usually led to a 4:00am binge before making her way to bed. This kept up for a little over a year.

    That year saw a massive shift in Katie, both in her weight and her attitude, she simply stopped caring, not that she ever put much effort into work, but as her weight went up her work ethic plummeted. She had gotten warnings and write ups, but that didn’t phase her, so it was no surprise when she went in one night to find out she had been fired. Katie didn’t make a scene or even seemed to care, she just accepted it and cleaned out her locker, but not before filling a bag with burgers on her way out. When she got home, I was still up, we talked briefly about what had happened, but she was very nonchalant and said she would start looking for something new soon, but I think we both knew she wouldn’t. Before her healthcare ran out I insisted she get another check-up, mostly to sate my own curiosity, so I went along with her. We learned a lot during that appointment, firstly that her blood pressure had skyrocketed, for a girl of only 21 she was pumping like a 50 year old man, I had the fat and grease of Burger Doodle to thank for that. The doctor also diagnosed her as pre-diabetic, they even asked me to help intervene and get her back on track, a funny notion, but Katie was too busy staring at the scale in disbelief to hear any of it. All of the warnings and concerns flew right past her as she tried doing the math in her head. Finally she figured it out, 84lbs, she had gained 84lbs since her last visit, putting her at an astounding 351lbs.