chapter 5

Jake woke still feeling full and lethargic from his huge breakfast. He got up and pulled on his clothes. This was not turning out the way he'd thought. He could not afford to gain even an ounce of weight. He would have to find a way of escaping Elaine's clutches today. As soon as he got home he would change into his gym gear. He wouldn't eat anything for the rest of the day. He'd consumed enough calories to keep him going for three days that morning. He had to regain control.
Elaine looked pleased to see him. She asked him to sit at the table. She brought a large dish out of the oven and spooned a portion of shepherd's pie onto a plate.
'Oh no! Not more food' Jake thought. He couldn't eat another thing!
Then she placed the plate in front of him. He smelled the hot mince and mashed potato. His mouth watered, he picked up the knife and fork and started eating again. Oh, it tasted so good! There was cheese in the mash and carrots in the gravy. Mmmm! As soon as he had finished one mouthful, he loaded up his fork with more.
Elaine could see he was struggling towards the end. One portion was enough for him right now. She poured him a glass of fizzy sweet Coke to settle the contents in his stomach and force it to expand even more at the bubbled popped inside him. She instructed him to drink it all in one go. It was not to be delicately sipped. He did as he was told and wiped his mouth. Oh that was painful! She encouraged him to stand. He could feel the liquid sloshing about inside of him. He couldn't take much more of this.
Elaine helped him to lie down on the sofa. His wounds smarted, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his belly right now. She loosened his shirt and his trousers and started to massage his muscles to get them to relax. Jake just put his head back, totally unable to do anything to stop her. One of her hands reached into his underpants. His cock sprung to life at her touch. She pulled down him trousers and his underpants and kissed his 'old man'. Gently she sucked and massaged him until he finally came. Oh it was such a release! He drifted off to sleep.
As he slept, Elaine whispered to his subconscious mind. She worked on decreasing his motivation to exercise. She did not want him undoing all of her good work. If he was to gain weight he would have to lower his metabolism. Just eating would not be enough.
When he woke, she acted like she had been lying spooning with him the whole time. She knelt on the ground in front of him, still lying on the sofa. He propped himself up on one elbow. All he could see was her breasts. They were jiggling again and he felt himself drifting off into no man's land again.
With him back under her spell, she told him that this time when he woke up, he would not remember anything about the food he had eaten. Only that he'd had a fabulous night of BDSM in the dungeon, followed by hot, passionate sex. He had the wounds on his back to prove it!
He would go home feeling proud of his new conquest. He would not notice any changes in his body. He would think he looked as gorgeous as ever and he would wear the same tight fitting clothing that he normally wore.
However, his self control was slipping. If he wanted to skip a workout, he could, if he wanted to. If he was hungry, he could eat whatever he liked, whenever he liked it. She encouraged him to think that his metabolism was so high that he could eat anything and not put on weight. What was the point in eating boring rabbit food, when he could fill himself up with high sugar, high fat food instead? Coke would now be his drink of choice, not water.
Then on Friday evening he would return, hungry and keen for more. He would be prepared to spend the whole weekend with her next week. He would cancel any other activities that got in the way.