Sarah's Demise, Part 1
Sarahâs Demise, Chapter 1
Sarah was dozing on the couch when she jerked awake at the sound of her Master and Feederâs car in the driveway. Her heart lurched in her chest â she had dozed off and forgotten to get ready for him! She never knew if she would be fed, teased, used, humiliated, spoiled or what combination thereof when Master got home, but she knew she was supposed to be ready when he arrived. She also knew she needed to get up off the couch and get in the shower because he always expected her to be clean. She sensed she was going to be in trouble because he was going to be disappointed. For most women staying clean or hopping up off the couch wasnât a big deal, but Sarah had some challenges most women never had to deal with.
Sarah was approaching 40 years old. Pretty young, really, but Sarah was different than most other women her age. While most women took fairly good care of themselves and were reasonably healthy at that age, Sarah had spent the last 10 years of her life totally indulging her love for food and alternative lifestyle and had slipped into a very sedentary way of life. For Sarah, getting up off the couch took serious effort. As Sarahâs food intake had dramatically increased and her activity level had fallen to little more than trips to the kitchen, bathroom, store and bed, she had gone from a slightly chubby 5â 2â and 135 pounds when she met Master, to over 500 pounds. Getting off the couch required scooting her massive bulk up to the edge, then rocking back and forth to get the momentum to get to her feet. It often took her three or four tries to make it. By the time she reached her feet, usually her heart was hammering in her chest and she was painfully out of breath. Her Master required her to shower at least twice a day due to the fact that she sweated a lot, and had occasional incontinence caused by her huge, swollen gut pressing on her bladder.Â
Just as Sarah started the process of getting up, she heard Masterâs key in the door. He came in and took one look at her and immediately knew she hadnât obeyed his wishes. He told her when he would be home, and clearly, she wasnât ready.
âGet up!!â He commanded.
Sarah began rocking vigorously back and forth and tried to heave herself to her feet. She almost made it, but Master roughly shoved her back on the couch.
âWhy arenât you ready for me, you fat pig!â He said.
âI..IâŚdozed off. Iâm s-s-sorryâ Sarah stammered.
âI believe I told you to get up,â Master said.
Sarah began rocking again, and with a huge effort, tried to reach her feet. She was already tiring and was very nervous and upset because she had disappointed her master, and she came up just short. She fell back onto the couch with a thud, breasts and belly quaking. Master began removing his belt, and Sarah redoubled her efforts! This time, she managed to make it to her feet. She was out of breath, and her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. She was dizzy, and saw stars with every beat of her enlarged, over-worked heart.
âBend over, and put your hands on the couch,â Master ordered.
Sarah complied immediately. She felt Master lifting her nightshirt up over her enormous hips. Sarahâs hips, at over 80â almost qualified for their own zip code. She had huge saddle bags hanging off each side, and her ass was a gelatinous mass of cellulite, almost shapeless. Her hips and ass were covered with hundreds of stretchmarks, some newer and pink, and the rest ripped and mottled. Unlike most womenâs stretchmarks, Sarahâs were wide, and almost looked like they could break open at any time.
âI should give you a serious spanking because you disobeyed me, but you need to get showered because I have lunch coming for you.  Iâm just going to give you a little something to think about. While youâre in the shower, I want you to think about how important it is for you to do as I say, and how you should never disappoint me,â He said.
âYes, Master,â Sarah wheezed, still trying to catch her breath.
âSpread your legs!â Master said.
With effort, Sarah spread her legs as far apart as she could, bent over with her hands on the couch. She felt Master use his hand to separate the soft, doughy rolls at the top of her thighs, exposing her vagina. She heard Master grunt with the effort to reach through to her vagina and the huge, soft fat pad just above it. She felt him jiggle the bottom of her huge belly as it hung between her legs and rub her vagina and fat pad as he began to draw his hand back. Â Sarah next felt Masterâs belt tracing its way across her upper ass and up and down the backs of her thighs. Crack! Sarah flinched with the pain of Masterâs first lash. Master began slowly stroking and slapping Sarahâs buttocks with his belt. With the impact of each lash, Sarah felt the deep layers of fat across her ass, up her back and between her thighs ripple and jiggle. After about ten slaps, Sarah felt herself slipping totally into sub space. The pain of the slaps, her Masterâs fingers also tracing her stretch marks and the feel of her own morbid obesity rippling and jiggling gave her real pleasure. She felt herself moistening, and her nipples had become hard little pebbles at the ends of her massive, sagging breasts. Sarahâs heart continued to pound, and she was still gasping for breath, but now it was from excitement, not the exertion of getting up from the couch. Sarah was also excited about lunch, because she knew if Master had ordered out, it would be a lot. After a few more lashes, Sarah felt Masterâs hand again forcing its way between her massive thighs and thigh rolls. Master began to squeeze Sarahâs FUPA, applying light pressure to her clit. Suddenly Master slapped her pussy HARD! Sarahâs thighs and abdominal muscles began to quiver and as she experienced a mild orgasm. As Master continued to brutally slap her FUPA, she felt her legs begin to give way with another much more intense orgasm and she collapsed, gasping, face first on the couch.
âUP!!â Master shouted. âGet your fat sorry ass in the shower!â
Sarah was struggling to haul herself up backwards when she felt Master grab her hair. He pulled her up by her hair and her arm. She felt his fingers sinking in all the way to her bicep, deeply buried under a layer of fat. Master hauled her to her feet and told her to turn around. Sarah was panting again, from both the orgasms and the effort to get up.
âDamn, you sure are out of shape! Youâre red-faced and huffing just getting off the couch! I want you in the shower now. You failed me, and you need to make amends. You have 20 minutes to clean every inch of yourself, every roll, every orifice, dry yourself completely and meet me in the kitchen for your feeding, âMaster directed.
âYes, Sir!â Sarah exclaimed nervously.
As Sarah turned to go to the bathroom, she realized she was seeing stars and began gulping huge breaths of air. Sarahâs heart was in overdrive, and she began to feel the familiar burning in her chest sheâd been experiencing when exerted, which was just about any time she moved more than a few feet over the last few months. Master pointed to the bathroom, and Sarah, desperate to sit down, struggled down the hall, chest heaving and rolls rippling. She glanced at the new portable AED that had been installed in the hallway after her last trip to the doctor, and wondered how soon it might need to be usedâŚ
Sarah reached the bathroom and immediately plopped on the toilet, getting her massive weight off her legs and trying to catch her breath. She knew she didnât have long, but she definitely needed a minute or two to catch her breath or she wouldnât make it through the shower. Sarah started to worry a little bit â it was taking longer than usual to catch her breath and the slight burn in her chest was now a pretty sharp pain. She was sweating profusely and could feel the sweat running down her face, between her breasts and from under her arms. Another minute, she thought to herself, and Iâll be OK.
As Sarah got into the shower and got situated on the shower bench, she thought she heard the doorbell ring. Sarah quickly and carefully washed everywhere she could reach while on the bench. As Sarahâs weight had increased, her ability to reach certain areas of her body had become limited. She had accumulated so much fat on her back and arms that she could no longer easily reach her butt from behind, and her stomach was so large she couldnât reach through from the front. She now had to use a small tool with a long handle to completely clean herself. She stood up and quickly used the tool to clean her butt and her pussy, grunting with the effort to penetrate all the gelatinous fat. Sarah was both shocked and turned on by what she had done to herself over the last 10 years. Under Masterâs care, she had gained just under 400 pounds in the 10 years she had been with him. At 30, she had been very healthy and reasonably fit, but now her health was a total wreck and her body no longer resembled anything close to a normal woman.
Sarah heaved herself over the edge of the tub and began to dry herself. She looked in the mirror and saw a middle-aged woman covered with a ridiculously thick layer of fat, red-faced and skin ripped with stretchmarks. She again marveled at how she had changed. She often got wet when she looked at herself in the mirror, and sometimes when she was really out of breath, or had chest pains, she would get very excited along with the little frisson of fear that came with such dangerous developments regarding her health.
âTIMEâS UP!â She heard Master call from the kitchen. Sarah quickly pulled the towel under her panniculus and between her thighs one last time and headed for the kitchen. She didnât worry about dressing, as Master required her to be naked when he was home. Sarah waddled down the hall and through the living room to the kitchen. She could feel her thighs rubbing together, and actually felt her fat, saggy ass bouncing off the back of her thighs. She thought she smelled Mexican food as she entered the kitchen, and she was right.
She sat down at the table with a grunt and a thud, huffing and puffing from the effort of walking the short distance through the house. Sarah felt better after the shower. The sharp pain in her chest had subsided to a dull ache in the middle of her back, and she was starting to catch her breath finally.
Master began unpacking the bags of Mexican and placed two giant, overstuffed beef burritos in front of Sarah. Her mouth began to water, literally, like an animal about to feed. Her obsession with food often manifested itself physically. She felt excited and was again getting moist at the thought of the giant burritos. Sarah also was often aroused by the feeling of total overindulgence. She often ate until she was painfully full. Sometimes she stuffed herself so thoroughly she had trouble breathing, her diaphragm crushed by all the subcutaneous fat she carried, magnified by such a full stomach.
Youâre going to eat, and Iâm going to talk,â Master said.
Sarah immediately began hungrily attacking the first burrito, waves of pleasure going through her with every bite. When Sarah ate, she often moaned softly with pleasure, and she was doing that now.
âYou will continue to stuff your fat face, and Iâm going to talk about your health while you kill yourself with those burritos,â Master said. âIâve noticed lately that youâre always out of breath, more so than usual, and youâre having more and more trouble moving around the house. Your last weigh-in, you were at 522 pounds, which is over a quarter of a ton! Youâre 5â2â tall, so you weigh about as much as FIVE thin women your height. Your BMI is just over 95, which is 65 points above the morbidly obese point. Youâve gotten so fat you can hardly service me anymore. Youâre unable to get yourself off, and when I decide youâre allowed sexual pleasure, you depend on me to do it for you. You havenât been able to clean the house or even cook a meal for me in months. As it is now, you depend on ME for everything. Yes, thereâs certainly a give and take in our relationship â youâre supposed to provide certain things, and in return for that, I keep a roof over your head, I provide you food, I provide you love and emotional support, but there comes a point that, pardon the pun, the scales tip too far one way or the other, and at that point a relationship is in jeopardy.â
Sarah was listening to Master, but she was also distracted by her burning desire to satisfy her addiction to food. She realized, however, that Master was very serious. She wasnât sure where this conversation was heading, but she started getting nervous. Suddenly, the second burrito she was on didnât have the appeal of the first. Sarah began listening more carefully to Master, so she could be sure to understand what he was telling her.
âDonât slow down on that second burrito, but keep listening to me. Youâre so out of shape,â Master continued, âThat Iâm afraid Iâm going to come home one day and find you dead of a heart attack or in a diabetic coma, or that youâve fallen and seriously hurt yourself. You have ridiculously high blood pressure, you take multiple drugs to keep your heart rate low enough to keep it from exploding, you have an enlarged heart, and your cholesterol was over 350 the last time you went to the doctor. You also forget to take your meds half the time, except for your insulin, and Iâve seen you take bread and scoop bacon grease out of the pan with it. You probably have severe coronary artery disease as well. At your weight, you probably also have an excess of pericardial fat that can inhibit your heartâs ability to work properly. In all, youâre in terrible shape!â
Sarah had just finished her second burrito, and while Masterâs words stung, especially the part about not being able to service him properly, she was still hungry, and she began eying the quart container of refried beans and was wondering how much cheese she could get to melt into it without spilling it.
âWhat do you have to say for yourself?â Master asked Sarah
As Sarah took a huge gulp of soda, she stammered, âI-Iâm big, I know, but Iâm not old enough to have a heart attack. I want to continue to serve you! Youâre my Master, and I love you! Iâll work harder to please you in bed, and Iâll start doing some exercises. Iâll show you Iâm not in as bad a shape as you think, I promise!â
Master went into the bathroom and came back with a stethoscope. He came up behind Sarah and moved her pendulous breast to one side and placed the scope on her chest. He listened for a minute, looking at his watch.
âYouâre sitting down and have been for 10 minutes. Your resting heart rate is just over 100. You should be between 50-60. You also have an irregular heartbeat. Your heart stutters and races just sitting down. I can only imagine what it sounds like when you go up to the bedroom. Here, listen,â Master said as he put the earpieces in Sarahâs ears.
âSee what I mean?â Master said. âYou really need to take your meds every day, and the vitamins the doctor recommended for you.â
Sarah was nervous now and didnât dare tell Master about the pain she felt in the bathroom earlier, and how sheâd been having chest pains over the last few months. Sarah heard her own heart racing along, with little stutters and gallops. Suddenly Sarah was scared. Maybe she should cut back a little bit, she thought, and try to exercise a little more. Â She knew, however, she was just kidding herself. Her addiction to greasy, fatty foods and watching her own body grow was stronger than a heroin addictâs craving for drugs. She did tell herself to be sure to take her meds every day. Maybe that would help with the chest pains.