Chapter 2

Turkey was indeed beautiful. Jason stayed on the water in the older section in Bodrum. He was very taken with its whitewashed stone buildings draped in colorful bougainvillea, the sandy beaches, and rocky coves of the area. He visited their Museum of Underwater Archaeology, which is supposed to be the largest in the world. But mainly Jason frequented the boat docks and the quaint restaurants that ran beside the seashore. He could honestly say that their cuisine never ceased to maintain his full interest. He feasted on the pilafs, kebabs in cream sauce, mutton ragout, many varieties of yoghurt, and two of his favorite desserts – Tulumba tatlisi or fried pastry with syrup and Turkish Delights.

Jason had heard from some friends that the people were aloof and overly cautious around Americans. But, he never found this to be true. He was greeted warmly most of the places he visited. He felt very welcome and at home as he would often stroll around the area after a good meal, rubbing his bloated belly.



One evening Jason had enjoyed a particularly good meal of grilled quail and roasted vegetables when a tall, good looking man approached him as Jason stood at the bar drinking a good Turkish beer called Tekel Birası. Jason was a bit taken back when the man grasped and stroked Jason’s bulbous butt cheeks and engorged belly.

“You are a beautiful man, “the tall man said with a heavy Turkish accent but in perfect English.

“Why thanks…I think,” Jason said, pressing his belly up against the bar afraid of what else the man would grab next.

“I apologize if I was rude,” he began. “No need to be embarrassed. We appreciate the expanse of the flesh here.”

They chatted for a time. The well-dressed man’s name was difficult for Jason to pronounce so he was permitted to call him Gil. Gil was very helpful, giving Jason advice on where to go and what to see during his visit. Shortly after ten o’clock, they parted company. He began the short walk back to his hotel and the man waved farewell from in front of the bar. Jason never heard the men behind him. He was grabbed roughly and felt a sharp pain in his head. He blacked out.

Bright lights…a dull ache in his head…light blinding…eyes tearing…a feeling of intense fullness bombarded his senses…OOHHHH….UGHHH…AAAAHHHH…he tried to touch his belly but couldn’t. His hands were firmly strapped to his sides.

He opened his eyes, blinking as tears blinded him. Jason could hear male voices talking, pleading, whimpering, and some loud cries in the distance. When his vision cleared, he saw he was reclined in padded chair, similar to what a dentist would have in his office. The exception was that this chair had belts of hard, cold steel which wrapped securely around his upper body and clamped down on his wrists. He could also feel a large, gapping hole in the seat of the chair. He could vaguely feel that his ass was leaning down into the hole. He attempted to look up but could not see his feet over the giant expanse of his belly.

OH, MY LORD. WHAT’S BEEN DONE TO ME! I’M ENORMOUS! Jason’s mind raged as he stared in horror at his blown up belly.

He tried not to panic as he turned his head to try to see his surroundings.