chapter 24

That next weekend Jennifer had Malcolm sit in front of her large floor to ceiling mirror in the dungeon fully clothed. He'd continued to put on weight, but everything so far had been done under Jennifer's psychological influence. Today, right now, she removed everything. She watched as he admired his enlarged figure first, then his experession changed to bewilderment. He saw a large figure in front of him who he did not recognise. He moved his arm, then realised they both moved at the same time. He was looking in a mirror! He gazed now in horror at his reflection. How had that happened? How had he become so fat all of a sudden? Maybe it was all a joke. Maybe he was wearing a fat suit. He tested the flesh, feeling it's softness and watching it wobble. No it was true! He was that big fat man in the mirror. He was still contemplating how it had happened when Jennifer changed his mind set back to the one hewas used to. The one that admired his extra poundage and could not wait to put on any more.

two months from meeting Jennifer, Malcolm had grew from being a man of regular stature with a normal bmi to an man who was chubby and overweight, then fat and obese. Now he was very fat and morbidly obese and still growing and he was, apparently, loving it!
His favourite thing to do was to spend all weekend with Jennifer supping on her enhanced shakes, expanding his belly to it's fullest content until his skin was taut and stretched.
Bill was getting less satisfied with the situation. He had been getting more involvement, but he wanted even more. He wanted to be Malcolm's dominant feeder. He moved in with Malcolm to offer him more support.

Malcolm's full belly could now extend a metre in front of him and out to the sides. He had a six litre capacity. He hated his belly to be completely empty. It was so floppy and droopy. Filling himself with Coke was better than nothing at all. He loved how the fizzy bubbles burst inside him and pushed his belly out even further.
Keeping himself satisfied was a full time job. He couldn't be bothered to stand around and cook for hours. He didn't have time to go to work.
But Bill showed him how he could manage. He picked him up in the morning in his spacious car. Malcolm would be wearing something stretchy and baggy. Some mornings he was slightly breathless from the effort of getting dressed and descending the stairs.
He took him to some secret little restaurants that he knew that were prepared to open early. (Bill's financial incentives helped!)
The restaurants made the food, Bill loaded his plates up and brought them to him. All Malcolm had to do was eat. And eat... and eat!
Plate after plate Malcolm ate of crispy but greasy fried food to creamy, cheesy mush, or crispy goujons to dip into his cheesy mush... with chips.
It was followed by bowls of stodgy suet or sponge puddings with creamy custard, or cake with cream and syrup.
Then he would have a little rest and start again.
He was no slow eater either. He would shovel it in as fast as he could, often making quite a mess around his mouth, and chin, with dribbles of food on his tee shirt.
He didn't walk now, he waddled. But waddling, even to the toilet and back took him an immense effort.

Jennifer was very upset about Malcolm leaving. She'd had dreams about them both making a whole host of men fat. Then again, she considered she could accomplish that herself.
She had the right facilities at home now. She had everything she needed. She had an image change. She changed her name to Elaine. In public, she appeared to be the same person, maybe a little more busty. In private, she was a hardened dominatrix that was difficult to refuse. Her boyfriends always gained a lot of weight very quickly... until one day, she met her match...