chapter 3

For a long time she'd chosen not to think about what he was doing to her. About why he might be fattening her, filling her with food and making her body juicy and soft.

She'd allowed herself to get lost in her own gluttony. To eat like the sloppy pig he so wanted her to be. She couldn't help herself. Her appetite had taken her over. She was always hungry, always craving food. It took so much to satisfy her. Day after day she ate, desperately stuffing herself as she tried not to think about what he might have in store for her.

Even so, as her body swelled and her strength faded, she could not help but worry. The slender, dignified, independent girl once locked in that dungeon was long since gone. In her place sat a sloppy, sluggish, docile pig, hopelessly lazy, hungry, and fat.

Evelyn knew only too well what happened to pigs when they got fat. One day, after several years locked in her cell, she'd finally worked up the courage to look at her beastly captor and ask:

"Are you going to eat me?"

For a moment he'd paused. Then, slowly, a grave look on his face, he'd nodded.

"Yes," he'd said, running his hand along her mountainous belly; "one day I very well might."

At that her eyes had grown wide with fear.

"But why," She'd stammered; "why would you do that? I thought you liked me. I thought you said I was beautiful."

"It's what I am." He'd responded. "I can help my nature no more than a stream can help but flow downhill. You are beautiful. Every day you look more delicious to me. It will pain me, but I know that further or later I won't be able to help myself. Further or later I will consume you."

That night she had not slept. In her mind she'd seen her captor with his teeth bared, a hungry gleam in his eyes. She'd imagined the pain as his sharp teeth dug into her soft, defenceless flesh. The thought had haunted her, allowing her not a moment of rest.

As the years had passed the beast had become more lenient with her. He'd allowed her, as long as she kept herself still and made no trouble, to have her arms and legs free. Welcoming even the slightest hint of freedom she'd thanked him by making herself every bit as docile as he wanted. She had not abused or indulged in her new lack of restrictions. Instead she'd remained obediently seated as her body continued to swell.

Now, however, she could no longer bring herself to remain idle. She did not want to leave him. The though of being without him, of leaving the safety of her tiny little cell, was terrifying to her. Yet the thought of his teeth piercing and tearing at her, of his claws rending her flesh, was far more so.

She had to get away. She had no idea if she could make it, no idea what might await her beyond the narrow door that led from her cell out into the world beyond. But she had to try.

Lately, as he'd grown more confident in Evelyn's docility, in her lack of will, the beast had, from time to time, taken to leaving the door of her cell unlocked. Perhaps it'd been some kind of test. She'd never bothered to try it. As the years had passed she'd stopped dreaming of escape. She'd grown comfortable in her captivity. The thought of leaving, of stepping into the outside world, had scared her too much.

Now, however, things were different. When, some weeks later, her captor next left her door unlocked Evelyn had known she had to act.

This had proved far harder than she'd thought. Simply getting her heavy body out of bed had proved to her a nearly insurmountable challenge. Only after minutes of desperate struggle, of rolling and rocking impotently on her wide mattress, did she manage to get herself into a sitting position.

Once finally on her feet she was already exhausted. Her weak legs aching under her immense weight she had to lean against a wall to steady herself as she regained her composure.

When, some minutes later, she'd worked up enough strength to waddle to the door Evelyn had found herself faced with another, far greater, problem. No matter how she twisted and pushed she had not been able to get through. Then already her body had simply been too massive to fit through the narrow opening. Struggle as she might she'd managed only to get herself wedged more tightly into it. Soon she found herself hopelessly stuck, unable to get out one way or the other.

Her struggle against the doorframe had not lasted long. Her strength had soon given out, leaving her trapped and exhausted. The effort had drenched her in sweat, robbed her of her breath and made her chest ache. Her knees had cried out in pain as they struggled under her weight. Tears had rolled down her cheek as finally she'd realised that she could not get away. That she had no way to escape his sharp teeth. Though she loathed herself for it Evelyn had found herself forced to call on her captor for help.

Soon he came, back from doing whatever it was he did when he wasn't with her. Back from whatever life he had outside of her small, dark room. Looking at her it'd not taken him long to understand the situation. Evelyn's heart had sunk as she saw the terrible fury in his beastly eyes.

"Please," she'd said; "I apologise. I was scared. I won't try to run again."

"No," he'd responded; "no you won't."