chapter 9

From the early days, in the evenings, when Jake was too inebriated and/or stoned to remember or care. When he was so stuffed full that he could barely move, she would put him through his paces. Unbeknown to him, the mirror he could see himself in twenty four hours a day was a two way mirror. Ian could stand unseen in the next room and take pictures.
Trudy made him try to touch his toes from a standing position. An easy job for a young, fit, flexible dancer, but even with a slight paunch it was a struggle.
She made him stand and pirouette with his arms above his head. The position made his tee shirt ride up and his boxing shorts ride down beneath his paunch, which was shown off in all it's wonderful glory.
She made him kneel down on all fours. An easy position to get into, but as he got bigger and bigger, his belly hung down lower and lower until such a time that his giant belly rubbed on the floor. A few stones heavier than that, he could not manage to get into the position at all.
She liked to record his progress. Not just his growing size, but his growing lack of fitness.

Out of Jake's sight, she recorded everything. She when he had put on every single pound. She knew exactly when he grew out of one size of clothes and into another. She knew where every ounce of fat lay on his body. She knew exactly how much capacity for food he had and she forced him to take as little exersise as possible.

She edited his identity out of the pictures and put them online to show his growth. Some were shocked that someone could deliberately gain weight and become such a slob. Others had a similar view to Trudy absolutely loved it and wanted more. They were willing to pay to see more too. Trudy would entice them with a few freebies but always kept the best pictures for those that subscribed to her website.
The site did not only feature Jake, who now had the nickname of 'fatpig52'. Jake was not her first victim. Others had escaped before she had finally conquered their will. Another she had let go when he developed a stinky fart problem as soon as he started on the high fat, high sugar, high calorie diet.

Jake was her best and most successful 'client'.... and he netted a reasonable income that helped to fund his massive food bills.

As his weight soared to thirty five stones and above, she needed to change his regime slightly. She did not want him to continue gaining at such a rate, but she liked to see him stuffed so full that he could barely move.
She tried starving him for the day.
An hour after his breakfast was due, she saw his hands tremble with the beginnings of delirium tremens. He cried at the hunger pains in his stomach.
By eleven, it was too much to watch she gave in and gave him everything his wanted. She watched him devour a whole loaf of bread as if it was a bread roll.

So instead she reduced his daily calorie intake from 20,000 or more to between 15,000 to 20,000. He was still consuming a significant number of calories. Enough to not just maintain his weight, but to continue gaining, but at a slightly slower rate.
The difference was so small that Jake barely noticed and he did not complain.

In the meantime, his pendulous flabby breasts rested on his upper stomach. The rolls of fat on his sides pushed his flabby arms up and out. His supersized bum fat overflowed the generous sized chair. He had to sit most of the time with his legs wide apart to accommodate his giant belly, which, when he stood up covered his genitals and reached almost down to his knees. His knees were lost among all the fat. The top of his feet had a fat pad on top and a roll of fat accumulated around his ankle.
Walking to the bathroom was a strenuous task, despite it being just down the hall. Each step made his fat flow and wobble one way, throwing him off balance. Another step would force his fat to flow and jiggle in the opposite direction, thus throwing him off balance again.
The largest size adult nappies would not fit him. Even if they did, cleaning him up after an 'accident' was not pleasant for anyone.
Trudy, gave him two sturdy wooden sticks to help him get there, but he still needed Ian's help to perform his abolutions.

Yet still he grew...