Chapter 3

While his physical appetites were being developed those first months, his life was devoid of any intellectual stimulation. She only spoke to him about sex, eating and getting fatter. He had tried to read the romance novels and food magazines she allowed him but found them achingly dull. He tried to create and solve problems in his head but the television kept on most of the time distracted him. Within two months of this, he found it difficult to concentrate and started watching television instead. It was mindless distraction that filled the time until he could read some more stimulating stuff, he told himself. Yet he found himself getting caught up in the soap operas that the television was tuned to most of his days and sitcoms at night. Lying back - the most comfortable position for him now - in the plush reclining chair he mindlessly ate the various snacks arranged about him and drank the thick drinks and the beer he now craved. He would nap off and on waking sometimes to find her removing headphones he'd apparently been wearing. Each time he knew it had been a hypnosis session -- leaving him feeling very dopey, ravenously hungry and horny.

In another three months he was feeling less alarmed about the arrangement; moments of anger and frustration becoming fewer and further apart. He was eating huge amounts and gaining weight rapidly – almost 10 pounds a week. He looked forward to his meals and ate them voraciously until he was stuffed, delighting in her encouragement and approval. He craved that approval and the attention that followed, and worked at eating a little more than she demanded and she demanded a lot. He felt fat and heavy; the growth actually excited him now. It made him want more. His belly swelled out onto his thighs and around his sides. Looking down it formed an increasingly heavy and expanding globe beyond which dwelt his often turgid manhood and swollen, aching balls. Overeating and sex were so intertwined he couldn't have one without the other.

She teased him about his appetite and weight gain as he ate: how big his belly was getting, his now round face and double chin, about how difficult it was getting to reach him under his stomach and between his thighs. She would pinch him to see how thick his fat was at various places.

He found it increasingly difficult to do anything physical. In addition to his size, months of inactivity had left him increasingly weaker -- she was about as strong as he was now. But it was not just the result of inactivity but the periodic crash diets she would inflict on him when his gaining slowed. When he gained less than a pound a day she would cut his calories back to the bare minimum for about one week. She would keep him full of vegetables and liquid but a minimum of fat and protein, knowing it would diminish his muscle mass and kick his body into storing more fat when the overfeeding restarted. When it did, he would overeat like never before and gained at an accelerated rate. He could feel himself getting weaker as his body ballooned and he had no control over it. He was getting to the point where he couldn't get away even if he wanted. She knew it and she let him do whatever he wanted to, even exercise. After several attempts on an exercise bike, he couldn't, and soon didn't even want to try. She had made him a prisoner of his body and his appetites.

She started taking him out to buffets. He would quickly get winded moving his growing bulk between the car and the table. This pleased her and she congratulated him on how "stately" and relaxed he had become. She would dress him in clothes that despite their size were tight so that he would end the meal with his belt and pants undone and his shirt buttons gaping and straining. At first this shamed him but he eventually accepted it and, despite himself, even found it arousing.