Chapter 13

Pulling her by her hair, Tony led them into a spare bedroom in the suit and threw her down on a wheeled desk chair. Positioning his own hefty body to keep her still, he straddled her as he used his tie to knot her arms behind the back of the chair and crammed his handkerchief in her mouth as a gag. She glared at him from her seated prison. With the arms of the chair forcing her legs together, her stomach had no place to hang but rest on top of her thighs, which thrust her tits practically chin height. With her arms behind her, her back was already arched–presenting her lush swollen middle as an offering to her deranged boss.

He stood in front of her as she began to silently sob. An evil grin filled his face.

“Good girl. Now let me remind you of something. I really thought you’d be smarter but I guess some girl who flunks out of college can’t be expected of much. You work for me now. You have been for a month, and you got eleven months left on a contract with me. Your daddy owed me quite a bit of money due to your exploits, and I took that debt off his hands. That debt follows you now. You fulfill the terms of your employment with me, well, then we can part ways after the year. I’m guessing you were too dumb to even read the contract you signed, but I’ll simplify it. I own you. I own the content you create, whether it’s the eating videos of the food I’ve paid for or you masturbating in my house. Don’t look so shocked. I record everything.

Right now, it’s staying private, well relatively. I share it with a few people who have similar appetites to me, you might say. But if you make me angry and leave, you’ve broken the contract and those videos of you stuffing your greedy maw with french fries while you touch yourself and moan my name, well they go online. I won’t even try to profit. They’ll go on all the free sites so every pervert with a data connection can watch this greedy *** stuff her fat face.

And don’t even think you can start making new videos on your own. Oh no. Forget OnlyFans. That contract had a non-compete in it, so I can sue your fat ass if I even find you’ve taken a selfie and posted it. You’d be free of me, sure, but tied up in a lawsuit you can’t afford. Your parents won’t take you back in–why would they? You’ve cost them so much money and you’re such a disappointment to them. So, you’d have to fend for yourself. With no college degree, no real skills, and no family to back you, what type of job could your fat self possibly get?”

Grace mumbled something angrily and it got Tony’s attention. He jammed his hand into her mouth to remove the gag and she spat out “I’m not fat, you jerk.”

Tony chuckled darkly. The reveal was going to be incredible. “Not fat? Have you been totally oblivious this past month of stuffing your gut non stop? You gained forty five pounds.”

“No way. Maybe a few, but I’d know if I gained that much weight. I’d feel my clothes getting tighter and I’d see it.”

“Would you, Grace? Would you, if you didn’t even notice I had no full body mirrors in the house and Amanda kept replacing your clothes for you? Did you even notice that none of your clothes had sizes in them? You came here as a size 16, and lordy, well I don’t know how women’s sizes work, but I’m pretty sure a 2XL is the only thing that could come close to containing your size.”

“Bullshit, you’re a liar.” she spat.

“See for yourself, you fat cow.”

Tony spun her chair around toward the hotel room mirror and gleefully watched Grace’s face change from anger to shock and then to horror. She took in the damage for the first time–seeing an alien mass packed on her legs, like she swallowed a massive beachball. That woman thought she was pregnant? Probably overdue with twins. What Grace had thought was a sexy amount of cleavage was really slabs of breast fat pouring out over the neckline and straps of a silk dress that looked less like something classy and more like a filthy nightgown. She shook her head in disbelief and watched as her body jiggled in time–chins almost meeting her fleshy bosom. This couldn’t be happening and she began to sob violently.

“YOU RUINED ME!”

“I, ruined you? Maybe if you had actually studied instead of taking the easy way out of everything, just like your greedy dad, you wouldn’t be here. Instead, you gorged and lazed for an entire month, barely thinking about anything. Who doesn’t notice that they’ve gained 45 pounds, you dumb fat slut? My god, who can just stuff themselves with chicken wings and fries all day, finger your fat cunt at night, and still think she’s superior. If you leave me, good luck to you. Let me tell you how it’d go, but first, let me show you something.”

Reaching in his back pocket, Tony took out a switchblade and Grace shivered. He expertly sliced off the straps of the dress. Then, he turned the blade toward her torso. Pulling the miniscule give that the fabric had, he traced the knife down her trembling tits and over the top of her gut. He ripped the fabric the rest of the way down as the flesh surged forward and the dress hung limply to the sides, framing her devastation.

If Grace thought she was ruined before, seeing her nearly naked flesh was triply worse. Stretch marks flanked her overfed stomach, and she looked like a swollen tic about to pop. No part of her didn’t look overblown and wobbly. The sacks of flesh she so deftly maneuvered around on her nights of self-discovery were finally on display. Tony sliced down the middle of her bra and her massive tits fell out with a plop. They too were marked to show her rapid gain as her areolas had expanded to the size of saucers. The chilly air of the room hardened her nipples to acorns as Tony laughed. He took her heavy dense breasts in her hands, lifted them up and squeezed them mercilessly, and dropped them with a mighty smack on her still full gut. Grace cried out but couldn’t find any more words.

“Ruined. This is what one month of unchecked gluttony gets you. And even if you hadn’t met me, you were going on this path just fine on your own. Did you know you gained nearly 35 pounds since you were kicked out of college? What’s that, maybe 10 pounds a month? So 75 pounds since your whole debacle started? You really are something special, Grace. Which is why I knew you had amazing potential as one of my employees. My gaining Grace.

But sure, leave if you want. I can get you off this boat tomorrow. But you can’t take any of the clothes I’ve generously given you, oh no. So you’d have to fit that lard of yours in what you came in. So there you’d go, lumbering around in tiny clothes, dropping your pathetic resume off at any place that would take you. Retail wouldn’t want someone disgusting like you trying to talk to customers. You’d drown your sorrows in some burgers and a milkshakes at a nearby fast food place and notice a help wanted sign in the window. Pathetically, you’d apply at the only place that provides comfort for your fat ass.

They’d put you in the back, mindlessly flipping burgers or seasoning fries. Anything to keep your sweaty mass out of the eyes of the public. Let’s face it–making minimum wage, you won’t have enough money to buy the type of clothes that’d fit you. Maybe things work okay with your oily uniform, but trying to find good bras that can contain that mountain of tit flesh won’t be easy or cheap. Forget those dresses I buy for you. Just greasy sweat pants from now on.

To save money, you eat what you can on the job and your job pays you extra in whatever doesn’t sell at night. You hate yourself for working at this dump, and the only way to forget that is to eat yourself into oblivion every night. Don’t believe me, chubby? Look how well you did managing on your own before you met me. You binged and lazed away while your parents foot the bill. Now, you have to pay your big debt yourself. All the while, you would end up gaining more and more weight. You’d shuffle home every day to a tiny room in some disgusting apartment you can barely afford, maybe with roommates who tease you every time you’d sneak to the fridge to get more food. You’d regret the big opportunity you wasted with me because you couldn’t keep your fat mouth quiet and be gracious.”

No longer crying, Grace stared down at her stomach miserably. Every word of Tony’s was like a dagger and she suddenly felt heavy in every sense of the word. Heavily trapped, depressed, and tormented in this fat prison. She mumbled something, and Tony put his hand under her chin to wrench her face up to his.

“What was that, pig?”

“I’m sorry. I’m SORRY.”

“Good. Now, you have to learn your lesson. Being sorry is one thing. But I need to make sure you’ll never, ever question me again. I’m going to untie you, but you’re going to stay in this room alone until I decide how best to punish a fat pig who shows no respect.”

With that, he gingerly removed his tie and pulled her up from the chair. Still stuffed and wincing in pain, he threw her down on the bed. Opening a nearby duffel bag, Tony chucked bags of chips and boxes at cookies at her gut. She cried out every time one made contact during this blitz.

“See you soon, fat cow. I’m surrounding you with your friends. It’s all you’re good for.”


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Author's note: definitely went on a publishing binge. 13 chapters all at once! I have some drafts moving forward, but always looking for feedback from twisted minds. What would you like to see happen next?