Chapter 12 - a fateful decision?

The bad news was not the only reason of sorrow. The next visit of 'Him' was due in a few days. This time it was not only a little bit of anxiety to plaque Amanda. She knew, since His last visit she had turned into much more of a 'sugar-candy' for him. Her bloated figure and all her too tight clothes would be a very welcoming sight for him and so she would have to expect another barrage of unwanted approaches! So, when the feared day of greeting came, her mood was way below bottom level. Her widest pants, the biggest blouse and a jacket not closing over her belly was all she could wear for the welcoming, and she felt more than a bit humiliated by the image in her mirror! But what to do! It was custom to greet her guests personally, and so she slowly walked to the entrance hall of the mansion. There he was, looking at her in his usual salacious way. From a short look at her face to lingering examinations of cleavage (quite big due to the too small blouse), belly (to exposed due to the much too small jacket) and butt and thighs (every ounce of fat exposed by the skin tight fabric of her pants) his eyes seemed to drink in the results of past gluttony and laziness. With a wide grin on his face he spread his arms, walked towards her and pulled her into a strong embrace. He pressed his hard muscled body into the soft cushions of her body and hastily pressed a kiss on both of her cheeks.
As always with him, Amanda was bothered by shakiness. She feared his insinuating comments, feared his overconfident advances but most of all she feared her own reaction to his very presence! She might prefer to spend her time with women, but she knew since years that she enjoyed sex with men, too. And as impertinent and frightening he was, he had all the right assets to trigger her arousal! So, for a few seconds she stood motionless in his embrace, just murmuring ineffectual welcome words. When she felt his own 'delight', expressed by a constantly hardening spot in his pants pressing into the fat roll of her lower belly she tried to wiggle herself out of his hold. But all he did was tightening his clasp around her body. Amanda struggled to free herself, but while her arms were considerably bigger than his, his were toned, well-muscled body parts. On the other hand, her big arms were formed from layers of fat, currently jiggling from the struggle to push her out of his grip! Effortlessly and smiling he held the wiggling Amanda in his arm. He bent his head around to whisper in her ear: "I'm really excited about the warm and truly overwhelming welcome! Oh, not by your lukewarm greetings, but by the truly magnificent sight of your much improved body. It is a pleasure to see that my expectations were justified in such magnificent way!" Amanda continued her struggle to free herself, but to no effect. He simply held her while he carried on: "The last two times you happily refused my more than generous offers, but I think this time I have something you're more than eager to obtain!" Finished with his words he loosened his grip and inwardly breathing a sigh of relief Amanda stepped back. But different to their earlier receptions she did not turn around to flee his presence. No, his last sentence had challenged her and so she stood her ground! Upraised head and the voice as nonchalant as possible she answered: "As I told you, there's nothing you possibly could offer me to comply to your wish!" "Are you that sure? What if I could use my pull, some out of my circle of acquaintances, to put an end to this more than inconvenient situation of yours?" Now quite puzzled Amanda looked into his face and blurted out: "Quit playing with me and tell me what you are insinuate!" Recognizing the expression of victory in his face she stared at him with as much of contempt as she could muster. Winking at her he only answered: "Do I see a first sign of interest there? I thought you will, if I remember correctly, never ever spend a single hour with me?" Now really furious Amanda only shouted "Say what you have to!" Visibly amused by her anger he stepped forward to pull her back into his arms. Mouth on her ear he whispered: "I speak about these nasty federal investigators, digging around and trying to put you in jail...." Hearing her frightened breathe he continued: "You don't think it would be worth one night of your time if I would use my connections to put this inconvenience to an end?" His offer stated he stepped back from her, made a mocking bow and walked away.
More than a little shaken by this revelation Amanda slowly wandered back to her apartment. Carmen was lazing at the pool, so the rooms were empty and silent. She poured herself a double shot of Whiskey and sat down to consider her options. One hour, and three more shots, later she dialed the number connecting her to his room. As soon as he answered the call she murmured into the speaker: "We have a deal." She was not surprised to hear his arrogant answer: "Of course we do! I never doubted my persuasive skills at all! 8pm, and you will wear the same clothes like this morning when you so warmhearted welcomed me!" The phone went silent...
As requested of her, 8:30pm (of course not punctually at 8!) Amanda stood in front of the door to his apartment. As he had insisted, she was wearing the same awfully snug garment and these skin-hugging clothes and her own anxiety had left nearly nothing of her usual confidence. Her imagined exposedness and the unmistaken fact that she would have to obey his, undoubtedly humiliating, orders nearly made her turn back. But the thought of being free from the treat by the feds finally gave her the strength to knock at the door. She had to wait nearly five minutes until he opened and greeted her with another of his mocking bows. "Welcome, my beautiful flower, to a hopefully amazing evening of conversation, indulgence and pleasure!" He waved her in and closed the door. After helping her out of her jacket he placed her on an abundantly covered dining table. The next one and a half hours they spent with surprisingly pleasant small talk and, to Amandas astonishment, with an indeed copious, but not truly oversized meal consisting of 3 small starter and 3 likewise sized main courses. But even if the amount of food was not so big that she felt overly stuffed, the narrow waistband of her pants and the tight sitting blouse over her belly made her quite a bit uncomfortable.
The dinner apparently finished, Amanda slowly rose to her feet. When she stood, still trying to suck in her exposed belly, he smiled and asked: "And what do you think you're doing? We're not finished yet! A complete dinner also must have some dessert, don't you think? So, please sit down and wait for the first sweet!" He was ringing the bell and a medium sized tiramisu was placed in front of her. Other than before he now did not participate in eating and had slipped around the table to sit close by her side. He smiled at her and seductively whispered: "Do you really think you would get away that easy? We just started our evening together, and believe me; I will enjoy it to the fullest!" Halfway through the sweet dessert Amanda began to feel uncomfortably full. Her breathing became more labored with each bite, and she had to fight to swallow against the pressure of her now squeezing tight clothes. He studied the fighting Amanda, admired how deep the waistband was cutting into the fat roll of her lower belly, and how the pressure of her stuffed belly strained the fabric of her blouse, opening up big, rhombus shaped gaps between the buttons. He took the fork out of her hand and with the same tempting voice he said: "Here. Let me give you a hand!" and began slowly to feed her the remaining tiramisu. Despite the pain rising in her belly, Amanda obedient forced down bite after bite. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow and her breathe became shallow and elaborated from all the pain. Only a tiny piece of the dessert was leftover, when with popping sounds the buttons over her belly went airborne and the resulting force-wave of freed belly simply ripped open waistband and zipper of her pants. He used her from relieved gasp wide open mouth to shovel the last chunk into it.