Chapter 8

The collaring took place at the BDSM club, with their scene friends watching as Al promised to be her obedient piggy and Kat promised to be his loving Mistress. She fastened a silk collar around his neck.

The joining feast took place later, in private. Restaurant delivery person after restaurant delivery person streamed to Kat's door, until the table practically groaned under the weight of it. Kat cuffed Al's ankles to the chair.

"All this is yours," she said. "You will not leave this spot until you have finished." She showed him a bedpan. "If you need my assistance, ask for it."

She sat across the table from him, watching as he tucked into a generous portion of chow mein. He had eaten only about a third of the food on the table, when he had to stop, rubbing his belly. He was so full. He pushed himself until he entered that pleasurable stage of painful fullness. He sat, almost dozing, until he could eat again. Kat reheated whatever needed it. He pushed himself to the limit again, and a third time. Then he had to ask for the bedpan.

He heaved himself to his feet, which the cuffs allowed. He was amazed by how far his belly stuck out. Kat help him take off his pants and his underwear. She slid the bedpan under him. Burning with humilation, he relieved himself. She whisked it away. He sat back down, not bothering with his clothes. His great gut rested on his thighs.

He repeated this precess, until, near dawn, he finished the last bite. When his Mistress released him and helped him up to bed, he cried tears of joy.

The next day he didn't feel like eating, but she forced him to take a little thin soup. After that night, his stomach was well and truly stretched. He could outeat his college friends at Golden Joe's any time. In fact, the owner frowned at him as he filled his 10th plate.

One morning, he waddled his 256 pound body into the kitchen to find Kat hanging up the phone with an odd expression on her face.

"That was the lawyer who is settling the estate," she said. "They've sold off Dad's house in the city, and his summer place, and his ski lodge, plus his timeshare in Florida... And his companies," she said. "As a result, I am a very, very rich woman. As in we're quitting and going on a world tour rich."

"What?!"

&qu ot;He did give me an allowance," Kat said. "But I wanted to make my own way in the world, even if it wasn't very fun. And most of his money was tied up in things..."

Al sat down heavily. He thought about Kat's words for one second.

"I'm calling in my notice right now," he said.

He would miss his friends, but Sean was happily going to art school, Peter was wildly busy with his new business and Damien was... Damien. They wouldn't miss him too much. And he'd certainly be back.

They packed up and left as soon as they could.