chapter 5

When Delilah arrived the next morning, she had a bag with a note pinned to it.

"These clothes were left for me this morning," she said. "I'm guessing they're for you."

Dylan jumped at the chance to change out of his ill fitting, tattered clothes. He smiled and took the bag to the bathroom so he could change.

The note attached read: For Dylan, my new favorite fat boy. He must have pinned it on there. Dylan ignored it as best he could. He glanced in the mirror. He wasn't fat, but he was definitely bigger than he'd ever been.

With properly fitting jeans, he looked a bit better. The shirt was fitted but not too tight. He tested both items of clothing. They definitely gave him room to grow.

"You look great," Delilah said.

"Hey, you didn't write that note, did you?" he asked.

"Huh?" she asked. "What note?"

"Never mind, the man in the mask is just trying to mess with me."

His stomach growled audibly. Delilah giggled.

"I'm guessing you need breakfast," she said.

He nodded.

"What's wrong, you don't look happy about it," she said.

"I'm just tired," Dylan replied. "I just want to rest today. I just can't be bothered to eat."

Delilah nodded in agreement.

"I know, I've got an idea," she said. "I'm going to need some time to get it together so you'll need to eat breakfast, okay? Let me go and get it."

Dylan waited a while until she delivered his breakfast and then left quickly to work on her "idea".

He ate and then passed the time with some comics Delilah had left for him. Wearing clothes that fit him made everything better. He just hoped that he wouldn't outgrow them too quickly.

Delilah returned a few hours later with something hidden behind her back.

"Okay, I don't know how you'll feel about this but... you know I have access to a kitchen, right?" she asked.

That made sense. She'd been able to produce ice cream on demand. Dylan hadn't really questioned how she'd been storing it.

"Okay..." he said.

Delilah showed him what she'd come up with. It was a large sports bottle filled with some kind of opaque liquid.

"I hope it doesn't taste too weird, I've experimented and... according to my calculations there should be around 4000 calories in this bottle."

Dylan took it from her and took a sip. He was surprised to find it just tasted like a super thick chocolate milkshake.

"What's in this?" he asked.

"Heavy cream, coconut oil, peanut butter, cocoa and honey," she said.

It wasn't that much shake for 4000 calories but as Dylan drank more of it, he realised just how filling it was. He took a few deep glugs and then set it down on the cabinet next to him.

"Don't worry about drinking it all in one go," she said. "If you just drink it throughout the day and maybe snack on a few things, you should be able hit 5k easily."

"Thanks," Dylan said.

He'd already gotten through a quarter of it. He could feel it settling heavily in his stomach but it was definitely doable.

The next morning, Dylan was hungrier than usual. He guessed it was because liquids digested quickly so he wasn't still full from the night before.

Delilah asked him if he wanted actual food. He did.

"I really want something savory," he said. "Like salty, savory."

Within half an hour she brought him a huge plate of bacon and waffles. It was accompanied by another shake.

He glanced at it with his eyebrows raised.

"Are you trying to fatten me up?" he asked.

"Um, yes?" Delilah responded.

He knew what she meant but she was blushing.

"I mean, more than you have to?"

Delilah shrugged.

"I just figured it would take the pressure off a little," she said. "You don't have to drink all of it, but it might help."

"It's cool," Dylan said. "It's a good idea."

Dylan ate his breakfast and sipped on the shake. He felt full afterwards, but pleasantly so. By the time Delilah arrived with his lunch, Dylan had almost finished the shake without thinking about it. She needed to help him finish his food because of it but it wasn't a bad thing.

Over the next three days, one shake plus food because two, then one with every meal. By the end of the week, Dylan was weighing in at 175.7 lbs, a full eight pounds higher than his rival.

His clothes were tight again as they cut into what was quickly becoming a real belly. Every day, he could feel what was left of his athletic body disappearing under a layer of fat but he could also feel Delilah's eyes on him.

She hadn't been lying when she'd told him she thought he'd be cute with a belly.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw his previously flat stomach bulging out. It was soft to the touch.

Delilah was definitely more interested in him. She became more touchy, more likely to offer to rub his belly when he was full and had moved onto making out with him to distract him from the pain of being overstuffed.

It was weird. Really weird.

"Hey, I've got a question," he said one evening.

"What is it?" Delilah asked.

"Why do you like this?" he asked.

He motioned to his belly that was resting in his lap. It was more than just thinking it was cute. She obviously liked watching him grow.

Delilah looked away and was quiet for a moment.

"Um... I don't know?" she said. "I just always have. I used to talk to people online about it. I think its why I was abducted by whoever took us. I think he might be someone who talked to me online."

"Wait, what?" he asked. "This is an actual thing?"

"Well yeah, some people like darker stuff but like... I just like guys with a bit of a belly. It's nothing weird if you think about it like that."

Dylan thought about it. He felt bad for her, really but it did creep him out. Some maniac had kidnapped him and she was getting off on it.

"I'm so sorry," she said, standing up. "Do you hate me? I didn't say anything about it because I didn't want you to think I was crazy."

There were tears in her eyes and he had to stop that.

"No, no I don't hate you, I just... it was just a bit of a shock," he said.

Dylan stood up and hugged her. He pulled her in harder than he should have but he knew she liked it when he pressed his full stomach into her.

Delilah kissed him hard.

When they had sex, it blew Dylan's mind. It was better than anything he'd ever had before. He never knew how much he'd needed a girl to take control of him and ride him until he was seeing stars.

The next few weeks were bliss. He spent most of his time full from food and Delilah's special milkshakes. He pushed himself further and further, knowing that she loved it. Every time he pleased her, she rewarded him with sex and cuddling.

It wasn't until he hit 200lbs that Dylan really needed to get some things straight. He thought that they were going to be focusing on escaping. He'd never imagined that he was going to gain 50 lbs in just over two months.

He'd outgrown two sets of clothing and his third was struggling to contain his growing belly. Even his chest was starting to soften.

When he questioned Delilah, she promised him that she was still working on it. She just needed the right opportunity.

"It's about the deliveries," she said. "The man in the mask is going to be the most vulnerable when he comes inside the compound and delivers food."

Dylan nodded. That made sense.

"He's smart, though. I'm just waiting for him to slip up," she said. "I understand why you're nervous, though. I know I seem to just be enjoying this but when we get out, if you want to lose all the weight, I'll still be interested."

Dylan smiled. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't.