Chapter 12

The snow fell almost continuously for the next three days. It was one of the worst winter storms in recent years. And, Jenna felt it harder than ever before – the isolation… the loneliness… the hunger… the desolation…

Her mind reeled for days thinking about Sloane’s betrayal. She tried to deny it was true, but knew she was only deceiving herself. It all fit. She had been a pawn …first Vince’s perfect little marionette… then Sloane’s play thing. She was tired of it all. But, Jenna knew that this wasn’t the worst of her worries. She had stupidly underestimated her husband yet again. She was locked up and it had been days since she had heard anything in the house. Jenna had refused to give in and bang on the door, calling for Vince. She knew that it had been useless from the last time, only angering him. She should have looked for a way out when she had the strength. Her limbs were shaky and becoming weak from hunger.

***

The beer filled his belly, pushing his already distended middle into a massive ball. It moved through him at an alarming rate, rushing into his feeble body. Sloane wanted desperately to call out, but his mouth was stuffed wide open with an inflated, red ball…a thick tubing running through it…conveying the frothy liquid to his overnourished, throbbing gut.

Terrible gurgling whimpering came from his stretched lips as he was forced to consume more and more. His mammoth belly ascended before him, blocking his view of his tormentor. Vince had been with him for several days, working him into a frenzy…stuffing him so full he was afraid he’d explode. His belly was unyielding…stretched tight as a drum, expanded… globular and rigid, pushing out in all directions. Sloane couldn’t speak, even if he wasn’t gagged. So full…he hadn’t been able to sit upright. The strain was extreme. The elastic on his sweatpants was stretched practically to its breaking point.

A long, thin finger poked him hard. Measuring tape was unceremoniously wrapped around his swollen belly and pulled tight. Vince patted it, pulling the tape away. “Poor fat Sloane,” he laughed. “You’re looking a bit bloated…swelling nicely…feeling a little light-headed?”

Again, Sloane felt the flow start again into him…his eyes bulged. Vince snarled appearing more engrossed as a look of terror materialized on Sloane’s face as his belly was being blown up like a balloon. Too much cold…too fast…swallow…swallow…swallow.

When the container was empty, a deep throated moan escaped Sloane’s dry lips. His belly was way beyond a towering sphere, dangerously stuffed. He looked ready to pop, breathing deeply through his nose.

Hovering over Sloane Vince asked derisively, “Are you full yet?”

***

What happened I can barely recall, Jenna thought. I remember eating a terrible amount of food, but how had I grown so tremendously fat?

Jenna snapped out of her food induced haze for a moment. She struggled to her feet, holding her bloated belly with both hands. With her jaw set in determination and attempted to rise. Impossible. Her swollen belly growled louder than it had all day, sounding angry.

Now she remembered vividly. Vince came in earlier that day…bringing with him a Thanksgiving dinner – turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole…she had eaten to appease him, secretly hoping to be able to sneak out when Vince’s guard was down. But, the combination of little sleep, the copious amounts of food, and the tryptophan in the turkey did its work too well. She felt like a blob…sluggish…weighted down by her newly rounded belly poking from beneath her t-shirt. Jenna held her distended belly as Vince playfully caressed it. He smiled wickedly and pressed his fingers firmly into her bulge causing her to belch and moan softly. “My, oh my, how plump we’ve become,” he chided.

But Vince had not stopped at simply feeding her until she was so listless, she could barely move…he intended on keeping her that way. His plan was to transform his wife - perminantly. She wouldn’t be able to leave him…go anywhere for that matter. He left her for a short time, and then pumped her up again only two hours later, with a large pot of leftover mashed potatoes Jenna hadn’t consumed from her previous repast. He forced food into her until her belly looked ready to burst from the strain.

Over a period of several days, he was successful in stuffing her with every scrap that was in the refrigerator and cabinets. Compelling her to wear jeans that were way too small even a few months ago, she hung over the bed…panting – belly pouring out the top of pants – cutting off the circulation in her legs. At times, Vince would walk her over to a food-laden table. Her hands automatically began to shovel in the food. As she would lean over the table, the pressure on her jeans would become too much and pop open…the zipper sliding down. He would put his hands on the fullest part of her belly, rubbing it in a circular motion until it softened…then it would all start up again. Other times she would be made to sit up for an evening feeding still round from the many earlier…food forced into her mouth. Jenna’s face would be turning shades of scarlet and her arms were flailing against the sides of her ballooning belly. Later, she would groan in agony, sprawling back against the headboard of the bed. Her belly grown so wide. Her skin aching from all the food pushed inside her.

One morning Jenna thought she had her chance to get away. Vince had left the door open a few feet. He had miscalculated how full she was… thinking her unable to get around. Over several days of being stuffed like pig, her capacity had increased. At times, she craved the food…actually hungry for more between feedings. But, today was her chance. She took her chance, squeezing through the opening…and then getting…stuck! Her perpetually engorged stomach just was too large to drive through the narrow gap. Jenna pushed and shoved but she was just too big to fit and could go neither forward nor backward.

“Looks like you need to smear some lard on you to pull you out,” Vince snarled, slapping her hard in the face. “Where do you think you were going, huh?”

He could have just opened up the door, but instead decided to take advantage of her predicament. She felt a tightness in her gut as it rose like a ball of dough and push forward as he stuffed her with pie…pumpkin, coconut custard, and finally boston crème. Her space became more limited as she grew…legs kicking uselessly…trapped…struggling to keep it all down and make room for so much more…