chapter 2: the rules...

Freija groaned and turned as she woke up, only to feel an unfamiliar sensation - someone else's hands on her body. Her bright blue eyes shot open and she bore her teeth as she stared straight into Claire's beautiful blue eyes. And then she remembered. She remembered the adoption, and shopping, she remembered coming home and having a decent meal... she remembered being stuffed until she wanted to vomit.
The wolf-girl's hands instinctively moved to her still tightly bloated belly, and quickly found Claire's hands as well. The other woman giggled and rubbed her smiling warmly "how much did they feed you at the agency?" She asked calmly.

Freija bit her lip and shrank into herself slightly as she remembered the agency. With clinical white walls, and sterile atmosphere, the orderlies running to-and-fro' and security keeping the peace. Trembling slightly, Freija went pale as she remembered bland, flavourless breakfasts, followed by tiny, unsatisfying lunches, and then later, uninspired and bland dinners. "Three meals..." Freija said and blushed as Claire's one hand began to travel south "but it barely qualified as food... just enough to keep us alive." She added.

Claire giggled and nodded. And the rest of the early morning was given to pleasure as Freija's mistress educated her body. Once ten o'clock had rolled around - and Freija had been suitably cleaned and undressed so her garments could be washed - Claire insisted on helping pick out her pet's outfit for today.
They went with a nice pair of black silk panties trimmed with lace, along with a matching bra. After that, a pair of white thigh-high socks. After that was a soft, comfortable grey/white/black tartan patterned miniskirt and a wine-red coloured sleeveless, high necked ribbed sweater.
As Freija moved and got dressed she was reminded of the collar around her neck, by the jingle of the large brass bell. She was someone's pet now, and that meant devoting her life to her owner, regardless of what that meant.
Claire clasped her hands together and smiled warmly "such a cutie..." she said and clearly resisted the urge to start showing Freija her carnal expertise again. Instead, she settled for squeezing the wolf-girl's soft rump and scratching behind her ears.

Once suitably clothed, Freija was taken to Claire's room, where she helped undress her mistress, and pick out the other woman's outfit. Black thigh-highs, red lingerie, and an elegant white blouse with a blue ribbon around her neck, followed by a cute, knee-length skirt.
Once both were clothed for the day, Claire took Freija to the kitchen, and sat her down at the table "we have a lot to cover and very little time." Claire said and smiled, taking her pet's hands, making the young wolf-girl blush.
Something about Claire's eyes reassured Freija, though and she nodded slowly. "From now on, you are my pet. That means I own you." She began and stood, moving to the fridge and began preparing a massive breakfast.
Bacon, eggs, ham, pancakes, waffles and more filled the table followed by a huge pitcher of what Freija could only assume was chocolate milkshake. Claire giggled and sat next to Freija, taking the first plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns "You eat when I tell you, what I tell you, and you eat until there is nothing left." She added and began feeding Freija.

The young wolf-girl thought to protest, her slightly bloated belly still sore and aching from last night's stuffing, but Claire's tone brooked no argument. The rest of the rules followed suit - no running, no going out without the company of her mistress, her outfits had to be chosen by her mistress (with limited input), extra treats and snacks were rewards for good behaviour, affection would never be withheld as punishment and so on.
There was one rule Freija didn't understand, though, and as she finished being fed the last plate of what one could understand to be traditional breakfast, she stopped for a moment huffing "when you say I have to eat a minimum of five thousand calories a day, why is that?" Freija asked.

Claire giggled and took the moment to rub Freija's tender, bloated gut, massaging down the huge amount of food she had just been fed to make room for the pancakes and waffles. "So you can get adorably fattened up, of course." Claire replied, as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
The beautiful woman nodded happily as Freija blushed, the wolf-girl's mouth working soundlessly as she processed what she had just heard. Taking the pitcher of shake, Claire lifted the straw to Freija's lips, and she instinctivley sucked as her mistress stroked her affectionately "you see, ever since I had my first girlfriend in highschool, I always knew I wanted to fatten a girl up. I thought my first girlfriend would have been it, but she left me for some jock. My second left after I told her. My third left me after her first meal..." Claire explained and sighed as she set the pitcher down on the table, and began feeding Freija some pancakes.
The wolf-girl shuddered and groaned as she was fed, but she complied, and Claire smiled happily "I eventually got to the point where no one would go out with me, as word spread, there was a social stigma placed on me, and I got bullied for it. So bad I had to change schools. Twice." She added and set aside the empty plate, massaging Freija's stuffed belly.
Slowly, Claire's hands drifted down to Freija's groin, so she could begin to condition the wolf-girl to the idea that food led to sex, and that sex and affection was a reward for eating. "Eventually I thought to myself that I should just spend the twenty-five-thousand dollars, and adopt a pet that I could fatten up." She added and her hand slipped into the front of Freija's panties.

The wolf-girl's stomach gurgled and churned as she blushed and fought back the pleasure that her mistress' deft fingers brought her. Once she was finished, Claire withdrew her hand, made Freija lick her fingers clean, and began feeding her the waffles, the last item on the table aside the remaining three quarters of the pitcher of shake.
Once finished, Claire assisted Freija to her bed, where the two lay for several hours, with the mistress stroking her pet's swollen belly as the wolf-girl digested her breakfast. Eventually, Freija fell asleep, which is what Claire wanted, and she giggled quietly.
She knew she was taking advantage of this beautiful young girl for her own twisted pleasure, but she somehow got the feeling that Freija didn't mind. She didn't protest, she didn't say no... she simply did as she was told. "You're going to get so fat, my lovely pet..." Claire whispered and kissed Freija's belly.

***

Freija awoke with a start, and nearly threw up as she sat up quickly, the sensation of her guts compressing in such odd ways was alien to her. Claire was nowhere to be seen, and Freija looked at the clock on her night-stand - quarter to four... slowly standing, Freija supported her aching gut with her right hand and slowly moved to the door, huffing as she leaned against it.
Feeling something was off, Freija looked to her left, and noticed that her once full closet was now empty. Raising a curious brow, the wolf-girl opened the door to her room and stepped into the penthouse.
Claire stood by the window, leaning in the frame with a glass of wine in hand, her arms crossed. Freija slowly approached and bowed as much as she could without puking, and smiled weakly "is something wrong, milady?" Freija asked.

Claire looked up from her contemplation and smiled warmly "do you know what the Rayleonard Institute does?" She asked.

Freija shook her head with a gentle frown.

"My father started the Rayleonard Institute as a research team, devoted to finding cheap alternatives to creating emergent technologies." She explained and too Freija to the sitting room. A box sat on the coffee table "I manage the textiles division from my home office here. This is our latest breakthrough." She added and pulled a familiar looking blouse out of the box "I'm having the automated systems remake your wardrobe in a new meta-material we've developed" she continued, and tugged the sleeve of the blouse, pulling the garment to double it's length before letting it spring back to its original shape.
"This material is cheaper to produce than its synthetic contemporaries, two-hundred times stronger than steel, is shape-memory, is moisture wicking and thirty-five percent more breathable than other fabrics, is impact, cut, and puncture resistant, can emulate the texture and feel of any othe fabric, and can stretch to ten-thousand times its original size without fraying or bursting" she finished with a giggle and took Freija's shoulder "You're my proof of concept test, together, we're going to revolutionize the textile industry!" Claire said excitedly and she held up the garment to Freija's body.

The wolf-girl smiled weakly and shook her head "and your first thought was to make cute outfits for your pet?" She asked incredulously. Claire smiled and pulled a pair of panties and a matching bra out of the box.

"That lovely dress of yours is next, along with your beautiful bridal gown. We should get them soon. For now, unpack." Claire said and handed Freija the box, before putting the wolf-girl's new underwear and clothing back in.

Freija sighed as she took the box and returned to her room, sorting out her underwear, and clothing, before stepping back and looking at her closet. It used to be full. Now two thirds were missing, promised to be replaced... which also meant that Claire was serious about fattening the wolf-girl.
Freija looked at herself and rubbed her belly as she blushed, remembering how much love and affection her mistress had given her... if getting fatter meant more of that, then Freija didn't mind...