chapter 17

Mike slimmed down to a more manageable twenty five stones. He hated it! He had been forced into it. Starved by a woman's attention which was now elsewhere.
Now he was more mobile, he could make his own way into the kitchen, but he was stopped from eating what he wanted by some invisible barrier.
He had to eat what was given to him and no more. It was not enough. It was no where near enough.
This was not the life he wanted to lead.
Jennifer's new boyfriend eventually made him an offer. He had ten thousand pounds cash to leave and find somewhere else to live.
Mike did not hesitate to take the offer. He packed up the few meagre possessions he had left and ordered a taxi. But first he had to make a stop at the bakery...

Meanwhile, Jennifer was much chubbier than she had been a few months ago. Her new chubbiness was even more pronounced on club nights when she wore her corset. Her breasts flowed out of the top, her nipples were only just covered, but they looked like they might pop out at any minute.
The corset nipped her waist in nicely, but accentuated her large cellulitic buttocks. This was exactly how Bill wanted her, curvy and incredibly sexy.
He had been working hard with something in the basement.
Now Mike was out of the way, he led her down to see exactly what he had been doing.
Jennifer was amazed! The basement seemed so much bigger! There was a whole self contained flat in there with an open plan kitchen, diner and living room. There was an en suite bedroom too, with a double bed. The most unusual room was the dungeon. She now had her own self contained torture chamber! the room was cold, damp and dark. These were all deliberate features to enhance the overall ambiance of the room. The features would not lead to the crumbling of her house foundations or anything like that.
There was a stone wall with chains and manacles embedded into it. There was a sturdy wooden rack in the middle of the room, ready for a bit of stretching. There was an uncomfortable looking wooden chair, screwed into the floor, with chains and manacles to keep a person in place. There were nunchucks , whips and knives displayed on the wall. A modernised version of an iron maiden torture device was on another wall. Jennifer tested the door. There really were spikes on the inner part of it, and those spikes were sharp!
Bill showed her how even a chap as big as him could stand in there quite comfortably, with the door closed and come out completely unharmed. But if he moved inside, he risked injury and if he was a bit bigger... it was more for psychological effects than anything. It looked so terrifying that no one would want to be put in there for any longer than a couple of minutes, but the threat of putting someone in there would soon have them bending to her will.
The real clever bit was, it was possible to watch what was going on down here from the comfort of her living room. The whole basement was covered with cctv.

Within the club environment, Jennifer advertised her new dungeon. She was surprised at how many willing volunteers she had.
When she had a visitor, she would wear her sexiest clothing and hide an earpiece under her hair. Bill would watch on the cctv and tell her exactly what he wanted her to do with her 'victim'.
Her dungeon regime consisted of her flaunting her assets, while taunting them. She would cause them minor cuts with her whip or minor burns by dripping candle grease on them, all in places that were not usually seen in public.
The real torture was the threat of something worse. The possibility that she could cause major injury or disfigurement while the victim was tied up and helpless was terrifying... enough to thrill fellow club members into at least an aroused state, but with a bit of inflicted pain/pleasure could bring them to a full release of their tensions.
After a night spent in her dungeon, she could reward them with a couple of hours rest in the comfortable bed and then give them a very hearty breakfast before they went home.
That was the bit that she liked best.

Sometimes Bill would take on the role of torturer and it was her watching on the sidelines. He was very good at that part of the job, but not so good at the feeding.
Occasionally they would play-act the role of victim themselves, but it was usually to demonstrate some nuance of the training Jennifer was receiving.

Bill was very much in charge of the relationship. She did as she was told and dominated other men and women the way he wanted her to dominate them.
When they were alone together, she was very definitely passive to him. She was virtually his slave. He trained her to clean the way he liked things clean. He trained her to run around after him, complying with his every want and need.
Only once a week, she got to turn the tables on him and reverse their sub/Dom roles. For Jennifer that meant feeding him up, making him eat fattening foods that would never usually pass his lips.
Even though she only got to do that once a week, after six months, Bill had definitely put on a few pounds.
Jennifer's weight stabilised. Bill did not want her too fat to do the things he wanted her to do, as Mike had been. Mike had outdone his usefulness. Now she was looking for her next long term client.
Jennifer too was keen to find someone to grow. One short term weekend stay was all well and good, but it did not satisfy their need to see someone grow.
Most club members, who were willing had participated in their home parties now. The chairwoman had been in touch with other such groups around the country via an underground network. So far no one had come forward. Bill decided it was time to take the next step. Maybe they had to persuade someone from outside the club environment to join them.
It would not be easy. Both Jennifer and Bill were formidable figures when they were dressed for a night out. They would scare most potential clients away. Bill decided a different tack was needed for external activities.
They both took a course in hypnotism. They both went to different colleges to learn and it would take over a year to qualify as a 'hypnotherapist'. They were supposed to use their new gift wisely. Neither of them had any intention to do so. They also needed to practice.
Bill toned their party looks down for the general public. Jennifer wore a loose fitting dress over her corset. The dress was low cut, so her boobs were still a little on show, but her figure was less defined, her thighs were covered. Her make up and hair were both softer.
He had to wear proper trousers and a proper shirt. He hated to wear a tie, but depending on the venue, they chose, he would sometimes have to comply.
They would turn up at their chosen club and go their separate ways. Their aim was to choose someone and get them so that they were ready to go home with them. Maybe they had to get them a little drunk. Maybe they had to get them very drunk. It didn't matter. As long as the result was a taxi home together.

Jennifer's first proper customer was called Malcolm. He was very drunk in the taxi. He was keen to get started on canoodling with her as they drove home. Jennifer insisted he kept his seatbelt on, but made sure her coat slipped open and her dress slipped down just enough so that he could have a good view of her breasts.
Bill had noticed the effect Jennifer's plump, pushed up breasts could have on a man. They could not take their eyes off them. They talked to her breasts and not her face. Jennifer had chosen him as her first client because he was one of those men. Now she used her enhanced powers of persuasion with her breasts to lure him into her trap.
By the time they got back to her house, Malcolm was completely under her spell. He had no free will, but he was still aware of what was happening to him, in a drunken fashion.
She led him into the house and down the stairs into the basement.
She took him directly into the dungeon and secured him in the shackled chair before he could change him mind.
She removed her dress and teased him with her breasts, dancing in front of him. She warned him, he'd got in way too deep with her... but he would comply. She made sure he had an established erection. He was ready to do anything for her.
Now she got out her fattening mix from the fridge in the kitchen next door. It was a spoonable thickened shake mix. Vanilla flavoured with a creamy texture, it was laced with appetite stimulants and weight gain formula.
She took the mix through to Malcolm. He was no fan of the gym, yet he was not chubby either. He ignored healthy eating advice and ate what he liked, but in moderation. By the look on his face, he was surprised, but relieved when she returned still wearing her basque and suspenders.
She pulled up a stool directly in front of him. She leaned forward, making sure his vision was filled with her jiggling breasts and loosened the flies on his trousers.
She felt his cock lurch as her hand touched it through his underpants. She knew he was anticipating more sexual advances, but she stopped there. Her attention turned to the mix she had brought with her. She loaded up her first spoonful and held it in front of his mouth. "Open up, my treasure" she said breathily, "I'm sure you must be hungry after your long night out".
Obediently he opened his mouth, accepted the substance inside it and swallowed then opened up for more. The look on his face turned to horror as she started to feed him.
"Yes I'm sure that you must pick up a late night kebab on the way home. But this is much nicer, don't you think?"
He could not reply, he could only nod. The spoon she fed him with was large. It was always fully laden as he pushed it towards his face. He had hardly allowed to swallow one mouthful when he was presented with the next. The mixture collected in pools around his lips and dripped down his chin onto his shirt.