chapter 8

Jake had no idea what was happening to him. That was the way Trudy liked. She wanted him to be totally oblivious to what was happening until it was too late and he was completely dependent on Trudy and her brother. Then as soon as she'd had enough, she would throw him out, leaving him to sort out his string of addictions on his own.
Ian's drugs were bad enough, but Trudy wanted him to be addicted to more than that. Her forced addictions would be much harder habits to break and their effects would be very visible.
Jake was put into training with her.
His mornings started early with Ian asking him and injecting him with the drug combination of the day. Jake was completely powerless to stop him, still woozy from sleep.
Half an hour later, Jake still felt woozy, dizzy and clumsy, but he was also very hungry indeed!
Trudy would serve him his breakfast. A dinner plate full of fried meats, vegetables and eggs. Alongside that would be a large alcoholic cocktail. The drink was full of empty calories, but it would also make him hungrier later on and even less control of his faculties.
After the large breakfast, he was allowed to doze for an hour or so, then Trudy was back with crisps, cream cakes and chocolates, all to be washed down with a thick milk shake laced with double cream and weight gain powder.
She forced him to eat until he could pack no more in. His belly was so full that it stood proud from the rest of his body. The skin was taut, his belly hard and round.
Once he reached this stage, he was allowed to rest again, but only for a couple of hours.
Trudy returned with another long cocktail and lunch. Or a two course feast. The first course was a dinner plate heaped high with buttery, creamy potatoes, meat, gravy, with extra lard, suet dumplings and a vegetable. Pudding was a stodgy steamed sponge with custard, extra sugar and extra cream.
There followed another rest, but two hours later, he was expected to eat more cake, and another shake. He was allowed a three hour break before his dinner.
This started with another long alcoholic cocktail and was supported throughout with copious amounts of strong beer from a glass that never seemed to empty no matter how much he drank from it.
His starter might be a large bowl of pasta with a creamy cheesy sauce. One portion of which should have served as a main meal. Jake's main meal came next. It was usually from a takeaway. Pizza, curry, chilli, Chinese. No matter what it was, it was covered in a thick layer of grease. There was so much of it that it filled two dinner plates!
After all that, he still was not finished. He had to eat a whole tart, or cheesecake, with extra cream and ice cream.

At first, he struggled with the regime. The amounts were far beyond what he was used to.
But his taut stomach muscles were used to holding everything in.
However with very little exersise and lots of food, they learned to relax and allowed his belly to expand to accommodate it all.

By the time he could cope with the amounts of food given to him comfortably, he had put on two stones.
His bleary eyes could see his broadening figure. He saw his double chin form, he saw his arms turn into flab. He saw his tee shirt ride up over his swollen belly and his tight pecs disappear. He developed stretchmarks on either side of his growing mound of a belly. His trousers had been abandoned long ago, but his boxer shorts would not pull up over his belly.

Trudy did not want Jake to be comfortable. She stepped up the pace and gave him even more to eat. If he would not eat it himself, she would stand over him and order him to do it. He always obliged her. If he didn't, Trudy would have forced him to eat it anyway, even if she had to shove it down his neck or pulverise it and feed it to him in a tube directly into his stomach.

The slob in the mirror got even fatter. His cheeks became round and chubby. He grew fatty breasts, his thighs got thicker, his bum got wider and he filled the chair more. He developed fat rolls on his sides and his belly got even larger.

Once a day, he was allowed out of the chair to go to the toilet, wash and dress.
He was given stretchy sportswear to put on. The Lycra clung to every lump and fold and rode up easily as he got even bigger. That was replaced by a stretchy tracksuit in sweatshirt material. It was unglamorous and dowdy, but it fit... but not for long. In a matter of weeks, he outgrew that as well and was replaced by something similar in a much bigger size.
By now, the figure in the mirror was ten stones heavier than the figure who had sat in there only a few months earlier.
Ian had weaned him off his cocktail of intravenous drugs. He did not need them any more.
More than anything, he wanted to be full. He was addicted to being stuffed to his absolute capacity. He did not care how he did it. He shovelled his breakfast in as fast as he could and swilled it down with Coke, beer, a cocktail, a shake... it didn't matter as long as it filled him up fast!
Once he was full, he would slow down, eat some more until he was overfull. Relax a bit then top up and keep going all day.
He abandoned the use of cutlery long ago. He could stuff more into his mouth quicker by using his hands. It might be messier, but Trudy did not complain about that. Indeed, she liked to see her former fit prisoner looking like a fat slob with food drips down his front.
She admired him as he struggled to get out of the chair and waddle breathlessly to the bathroom.
His soft wobbling flesh turned her on, but she wanted him to get even bigger!
She encouraged, bullied, cajoled, and praised him into eating even more.

He did not remember anything about his former life, thanks to after effects of all the drugs he'd taken.
All he had to do every day was eat and that was all he wanted to do. He enjoyed it. He looked forward to his dinner when he was still eating lunch. All he dreamed about at night was food and eating.

Jake sailed passed twenty stones to twenty five stones and then on to thirty.
Simple things like dressing and showering were hard work, so he didn't always bother.
Jake was now among the morbidly obese. He was at risk of developing any number of conditions related to his weight, but he did not care.
All he wanted to do was eat!