Chapter 5 - sarah�s escape plan

Sarah ate until she could eat no more. She had a hard swollen lump where her flat stomach should be. Her skin was stretched tight. She felt nauseous and drowsy, yet there were no sedatives in any of the food she had eaten today.
Adam helped her to stand up and guided her to the sofa where he made her comfortable.
She closed her eyes. Maybe she would leave escaping until tomorrow. Tomorrow she would wake up refreshed and she would have digested all of this food.
Adam knew she had eaten as much as she could, but it was not enough. He had learned from the information on the internet that humans took at least four hours to empty their stomachs, so four hours later, whether she was hungry or not, he led her back to the table and forced her to eat to her capacity. The pattern continued for the rest of the day... and night. He could not see why she needed to sleep all night when all she had done all day, between feedings was sleep.
Sarah's planned time for escape disappeared and she hardly noticed. The programme continued all Sunday and Sunday night.
On Monday morning, Adam woke her extra early, gave her her clothes back and allowed her to have a shower.
She was wearing the same dress that she had worn to go out on Friday. It had only been one weekend, but there were already changes to the way the dress hung on her. It clung to her just that little bit more, enough to tell him that her body was already starting to change. He gave her a large filling breakfast. Grease ran down her chin and left marks on the soft silk fabric. It did not matter. She would go to work looking like that.
He gave her strict instructions. She was to go to work as normal. She was to show him how to do her job. The only difference was, she would eat at every opportunity! She was not to worry, he would provide the food. He would make sure she had plenty. If she did not comply, she would be punished.
Tonight, he was going to allow her to go home as a reward for being so good, but she only had enough time to pack a bag of things she thought she needed, then he would come and pick her up. He already knew where she lived. He had read her mind.
Sarah thought that was an ideal time to make good her escape. She could pack her bag, just as he wanted, but leave through the back door instead of the front. She could run to the taxi office in the next street. From there she could get a cab to the railway station... or the airport and go... well anywhere. It did not matter where exactly, just as long as she could get away from him!

The day ran as he had planned. She ate, she showed him what to do, ate some more. Her freinds and other colleagues noticed, but did not dare say anything to her. What had caused this change in her attitude? Did she not realise she would put on weight?
At lunchtime, Adam made her eat two full dinners and a pudding. She returned to her desk feeling bloated and lethargic, but she still has an afternoon of work to get through.
After work, she returned home. It felt good to be back in her familiar surroundings. She didn't have much time. She threw some things in a bag - make up, clothes, toiletries. Then as if she was on automatic pilot, she left out of the front door and got into Adam's car. He took her bag and put it in the boot and handed her a large bag of doughnuts. There must have been a dozen assorted varieties in there. She was to eat all of them before they got to his house.
Sarah had no idea how far his house was. She did not know how long it would take to get there. He might just live around the corner for all she knew. She did not want to be punished for not eating them all, so she stuffed as many as she could in her mouth as fast as she could. Crystallised sugar dropped from her lips onto her dress and into the floor. But that did not matter. She made it just in time. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Yet again she felt utterly stuffed!
She was so full Adam had to help her out of the car. She could not contemplate eating even more food later on. Yet when it came, she ate as if it was the first thing she'd eaten all day, enthusiastically pushing even more food inside her.

By the end of the week, Sarah was much more used to the harsh regime and even looked forward to the times when her belly was stuffed full to it's limits. All thoughts of escape or future escape plans disappeared. Now she wanted to eat for him. The bloated, stuffed feeling she had aroused her in a sensual way. She would caress her swollen belly with a kind of love she had never known before. The overstretched skin was sensitive to the touch. She would start stroking it gently, the strokes would get stronger until eventually she gave her whole belly a full blown massage. This aroused her even more, she became wet between her legs. At this stage nothing could stop her reaching down between her legs to relive the tension that had. Built up down there.

By the end of the week Sarah's stomach capacity had grown. She could eat more in one sitting and wanted more. She was becoming greedy, Adam noticed. That was exactly what he wanted.
The effects the week long binge with no gym had already started to take it's toll on her body. She had put on a stone in weight, the extra fourteen pounds made her softer and rounder all over. Years of almost starvation diets made her want the foods she had deprived herself of, they were all the foods he wanted her to eat more of, the more calorific fattening foods.
On Friday, she wore the little pink suit that she had worn when they first met. More than once, Adam was distracted by the sight of her in the tight outfit that forced her to wiggle even more than usual when she walked. He noticed others watching her too, but he could not yet decide whether they were looks of jealousy or horror.

After two weeks of eating, Sarah had put on another stone and a half. Her little pink suit now only accentuated her gluttony. The skirt was so tight that she had broken the zip in a vain attempt to fasten it. She needed the extra room anyway to allow for expansion when she was eating. Her fattened thighs were pushed further together by the tightness of the skirt, forcing her steps to become even smaller. The skirt wrinkled around her hips and bottom, causing the hemline to rise when she stood up. She kept her blouse unfastened to hide the ooze of fat over the waistband and the gap left by the broken zip. The blouse itself was so tight that the space between the buttons gaped. This was most evident around her breasts. Her too small bra did nothing to contain her growing globes, in fact it only accentuated them. Her jacket was gathered up around the shoulders and arms causing it to appear shorter, revealing more of the fat ooze above her waistband.
Next week, if all went well, she would not be able to get into the suit any more. By then all of her clothes would be too tight to wear at all and she would be so engrossed in her own gluttony that she would not care. By them he would know enough about her job to take over completely.