chapter 5

Lying on her bed, restrained only by her own mass, Evelyn allowed her lips to part as her captor gently pushed between them another greasy strip of bacon. Having swallowed it and sucked the remaining grease from his fingers she let out a slight burp as he withdrew his hand. She ate without question, without thought. Obediently gorging on whatever he put to her lips. She was so hungry, so desperate for his affection, so helpless to resist him. It didn't matter whether she was trapped, whether he was going to eat her, she had to have more.

The beast no longer chained her to her bed, no longer locked her in her cell. He knew only too well that, even had she wanted to, Evelyn could not escape him. Her legs had grown too vast and heavy to lift. Her belly, so wide and soft, reached far beyond her knees. Lying upon a bed that could barely hold her she was an immobile pool of soft, helpless flesh. She could no longer get up on her own, no longer stand under her own power. So huge, heavy, and weak, she did not have the strength to carry her own weight.

Having long since lost the power to do anything for herself Evelyn had grown completely reliant on her captor. He would wash her and help her with all those simple things that were now so hopelessly beyond her.

Though he'd already fed her so much, though her tummy was already stretched so terribly tight, Evelyn knew that her meal was far from over.

"Eat!" Her captor commanded, pushing another mouthful up against her lips. His voice was calm, yet his gaze was that of a ferocious, barely restrained beast.

Though her stomach ached, though her skin felt as if a single bite more might cause it to burst, Evelyn parted her lips.

One day he would, she knew, no longer be able to control his beastly nature. When that day came she would be far too heavy to flee from his hunger. Every bite she took, every pound she gained, brought her closer to it, made her more helpless to escape it.

As he shovelled the food into her mouth she ate, every spoonful increasing the pressure against her pale skin, covered already with so many angry, red stretchmarks.

He fed her, like he always did, until her eyes were wet with tears. Until she could barely speak, barely think for the pain in her stomach. Then, when every last crumb was gone, he let her rest. He rubbed her belly, gently and lovingly soothing the pain he'd caused her.

As he stroked and kneaded her vast, widespread midsection Evelyn could see the hunger in his eyes, how much he longed to dig his teeth into her, to devour her soft, juicy flesh. Lifting a heavy, fat-laden arm she put her chubby, sausage-like fingers on his.

At that he stopped, his hunger slowly fading as he gazed into her eyes, his ferocious snarl turning into a tender smile. Lifting his free hand he gently caressed her round, spongy cheek. She smiled back at him, a warm, adoring, frightened little grin upon her face.

Leaning closer towards her the beast kissed her, causing a shudder to run through her body and a moan to escape her lips. His face was buried in the vast, doughy mass of her belly, his lips passionately trailing the soft flesh that he yearned so desperately to taste.

It was madness, she knew, one day he would kill her, consume her, yet when he wrapped his arms around her, when she leaned her head against his chest, Evelyn felt as safe as she ever had.

THE END