Creating a Goddess

It all started when I was out at lunch with Jen. Her eyes were bigger than her stomach, so she ordered way more than she could eat. I thought nothing of it. She tried her best to eat everything, but she failed. Near the end of the meal she was eating quite slowly, trying to fill up every last part of her tummy. As she put the last dry into her mouth she sat back, and unbuttoned her pants. I saw her food baby desperately trying to escape the confines of her clothes. She put one hand on her belly, and let out a burp.

I laughed, but that awakened something in me that I could never turn back from. Something about her was so wrong, yet so womanly. I wanted to stuff her face, fatten her up like a pig. I wanted to hear gas come out of both ends of her. I wanted to fat on every part of her body until her muscles were so atrophied she couldn’t move.

After that day, she was all I could think about. At the time, we were just friends, and I had no reason to believe she was lesbian. Still, I needed to make her love me. I began to dote on her as much as she can. Anything she asked, I did. Anything she mentioned she wanted, I bought. She was never the brightest girl, so it was not much of a challenge. I got so horny imagining how her long blonde hair could be turned greasy, how her belly could expand into a massive orb for me to worship.

It has been a few years since she last had a boyfriend, so I hoped to fill that void for her. About 3 months in, she had gained little to no weight. She was still quite active, after all. I made plans to watch a stupid comedy she wanted to see. This is where I would make my move. I made sure to offer her beer, which she happily obliged. Halfway through the movie, I slowly snaked my hand onto her thigh. She barely noticed. I kept moving until her inner thigh, where I began to stroke. She acted like still couldn’t notice, but she loved it. I moved deeper, and then into her skirt. The entire time, I made sure she kept eating the popcorn. Her weak brain would associate good with the release she so desired. With my other hand I started to squeeze her firm breasts. She started to moan. I kept going and she got closer and closer, but right before she could finish I moved her hand away. This broke her out of her trance and she looked at me like I was a monster. I smirked at her and left to the kitchen. I brought back a massive milkshake and a funnel. She was bewildered, but still let me put the funnel in her mouth before she realized and began to struggle. I pored the milkshake down her throat, and just as I expected, as the last drop filled her belly, she came. I took off my pants and brought my pussy up to her mouth, and like a pig she instantly began to eat. I finished with a stream of piss all over her and the couch, marking her as my property.

I had broken her. It was all going according to plan. After that day, she stayed at my house. I put food in front of her, and she ate, no questions asked.