Chapter 5 - the first full day

Pete slept well. The bed was slightly narrow for his broad frame, but it was perfectly adequate for his needs. He got up, had a shower, shave and put on warm, casual clothing to explore beyond the attic corridor.
His routine from the last few months told him he needed to go to the gym. He knew he was not allowed to work out until he was told, but at least he would know where it was, if he could find it.
In his search, he came across several empty rooms. Some were green, others were not. On the next floor down the green walls directed him to the back stairs. He was not allowed to go anywhere else, other than the main staircase.
He smelled the aroma of cooking food wafting up the stairs. He was reminded of how hungry he was and delayed his explorations to investigate the source of the smell.
He went down more stairs into the basement to a large, but basic dining room. There were lots of voices, lots of people sat eating a hearty breakfast at the large table.
When Pete entered, the room fell silent and everyone looked in his direction. He was embarrassed. He didn't know if he should be here. He didn't know what to say.
After a few seconds of silence, a buxom woman, wearing an apron stood up. "We were wondering when you were going to make an appearance" she said brusquely. She took a plate out of the oven and placed it at a table in the corner of the room. "Come and sit down." She said, "this is your place."
He looked around at the staff. He was not sure if he was allowed to speak or not, so he said nothing. But it was clear that he was not the same rank as them and he consequently did not have the same rights.
He sat down where he was shown at the single table. He knew there could be cameras watching him anywhere and everywhere. If he did one thing out of line he would receive a painful reminder in his arm.
He stayed silent, did not look at the staff and gazed upon the plate of food before him. It was a full cooked breakfast, plenty of protein, but it had all been fried, not grilled. He hesitated. Was he allowed to eat this? The excess fat had been drained off, but it contained far too much.
He was about to protest, but everyone had their back turned to him. They were not interested. He supposed, it would not matter, just this once. He started to tuck in. Oh, the extra fat gave the meal so much more flavour! If this had been grilled and his eggs had been scrambled, it would have been so dry, but instead, the yolk from the fried eggs gave him a kind of sauce that made the bacon and sausage easier to eat.
He was unceremoniously given a mug of tea to wash his meal down with.
As he ate, the staff got up and left the kitchen to start attending to their daily chores, until he was alone with the cook.
He finished his plate . He sat back and took a sip of tea. The food sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. He'd eaten too much. He shouldn't have.
The cook picked up his empty place without a word and replaced it with another. This one had a stack of American pancakes on it, the maple syrup poured on the top ran down the sides and mingled with the pool of melted butter at the base.
He could not eat this as well! He stared at the cook in protest. She turned her back on him without saying a word. He looked back at the pancakes. He was already feeling full. He needed to work out later. It was not good to work out on an overfull stomach.
He must have hesitated a bit too long because he felt a mild buzz in his arm. Clearly he had no choice. This was for him and he had to keep eating!
He picked up his knife and fork again. He put himself a small piece of pancake and put it in his mouth. As he expected, it was very sweet, but the taste and texture sent his tastebuds dancing on his tongue! He'd not tasted anything this good for years! He cut himself a larger piece and started eating with more enthusiasm. Only a quarter of the way through the pancake stack, he felt he'd had sufficient. He continued eating, but it was much slower. Halfway through the stack he felt full. He could not possibly eat any more! He put down his knife and fork and learned back in his chair to try and ease the pressure inside his belly. Unconsciously he placed both hands on his tummy and moaned. His arm buzzed again and did not stop until he picked up his knife and fork again and continued to eat. Each mouthful was a struggle, but he forced himself to do it, simply because he had no choice.
By the time the plate was empty Pete could feel the food pressing up against his muscles. He was so uncomfortable it was painful. The skin over his belly felt taut and stretched. He had never, ever eaten so much in one sitting. He felt awful, nauseous and so heavy.
The cook told him to go and lie down and come back for lunch.
LUNCH! He didn't want any lunch after all this! He had to find the gym. He had to work all of this off, or he would get fat!
He struggled to his feet. His muscles were so strong they held everything in. His overlarge meal was barely discernible, but Pete felt like it had altered his centre of gravity. He felt like he was walking like pregnant woman as he made his way out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to him room.
The flights of stairs were a struggle to get up with that amount of food in him. It took him fifteen minutes to get to his room from the kitchen where he finally collapsed on top of his bed, clutching his belly before he fell asleep.

He would have been happy just to stay in his bed for the rest of the day, if it was not for the implant in his arm, painfully forcing him back down to the kitchen just after noon.
He sat down silently at his table and was given another huge meal to eat. Roast beef, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, carrots, turnip, parsnip, peas, cabbage and lots of gravy. He knew it would be a struggle to get through it all and it was, but he finished the plate. He'd had enough now. He was full. He wanted to go for another lie down. But then he had a large bowl of jam rolypoly with custard placed in front of him. Oh! He couldn't eat this! The rolypoly part of the pudding had suet in it! Suet was just pure fat! Did lady Anna know what he was having to eat? Fearing more pain in his arm, he picked up his spoon and ate it. He'd not eaten a pudding like this since he was at school. It was pure stodge, invented to fill you up and keep you full.
By the time he was finished, he was as full as he had been that morning following breakfast.
He returned to his room to rest. Whenever he found that gym, he was going to have to work extra hard for double the usual time.
Around five that evening, a member of staff called on him and told him lady Anna wanted to see him in the hall.
He did not hesitate. He got up and made his way down the stairs to the impressive hallway, where madam was waiting.
She smiled and told him to follow her. She took him into the dining room and asked him to sit down. Pete's heart sunk, he could not face even more food. Not today, after everything else he had eaten!
Please no! He sat down obediently and silently. He knew any kind of protest would reward him with pain. Lady Anna sat right next to him at the head of the table. The butler placed a warm plate in front of each of them. The plate were empty. Pete looked at her. What did this mean?
Then, the butler removed a cloche from a large serving platter. He carried it over to his mistress, with the serving knife and fork facing her. She lifted off a small piece of steak and placed it on her own plate, then selected a much bigger piece for Pete.
Vegetables and gravy followed. On each occasion, she decided what they were going to eat and he received the larger of the two portions.
He started eating when she started eating. He knew he had to keep up with her, despite having to eat more. Even with his best efforts, he finished a good ten minutes later than she did. He was still digesting his breakfast, what else could he do!
Dessert followed. She had a tiny sliver of tiramisu. He had a large dollop of it and she smothered it in cream.
He ate again, in silence. He had no choice. She finished her dessert quickly and watched him struggle with relish.
She took his hand and led him across the hall to her living room. She laid him down on the chaise longue and sat astride his legs. From his position, she lifted his tee shirt and felt his tight pecs and his bumpy, muscular stomach.
Her cool touch on his full and sensitive abdomen sent shivers down pete's spine.
She spoke for the first time that evening. "You will not have a belly like this for much longer my Hunk. Not after eating the way you have done today! You have done well. I have decided to reward you for your hard work."
He knew it was none of his business to contradict her.
He relaxed as she touched, massages and kneaded his flesh. He was not surprised when she loosened his trousers and pulled them down to access his genitals. He was surprised with how his body reacted to her deft touch. He was gripped by tingles of pleasure, waves of delight, followed by spasms of sheer joy and release!
His efforts of the day were all completely worth it! He would do it all again if he could feel this way once more! He had suspected his appointment as lady Anna's slave might have sexual connertations. He was right, but this time, he did not want to protest.