Chapter 12 - progress

With Julie's help, Josh forced down a fifth pizza.
Afterwards, his belly had been so overstretched it was painful. She helped him overcome the pain by massaging and rubbing it. She used oil to help his sensitive skin stretch and relax.
As she massaged, she reached down into his trousers to find his belly was not the only engorged thing about him that required a massage. She started gently, but built up gradually until she felt him release.
Overstuffing him had to become a regular factor as he got bigger. He was already gaining a lot of weight. He was doing well, his capacity had been bigger than she had expected. He had to have ignored his body screaming out for calories before. Well now his body was receiving more than enough calories, how much more could he receive if his capacity increased? He was going to get massive!

Josh was pleased when he woke up the next morning to find his shake just where it ought to be by his side. As he drank his first drink of the morning, he could not remember what happened yesterday, or the day before. All he knew was he felt grubby and his beard could do with a shave. Had he skipped his shower yesterday? No, he couldn't remember.
He showered and dressed in the stretchy clothing laid out for him. They were a bit tight. He must have put a bit of weight on recently, but the thought of him putting weight on was banished from his mind by hunger. He was starving! He hoped there was going to be a substantial breakfast this morning. He needed a substantial breakfast if he was going to... no he could not remember what his plans were for the day. It didn't matter, the woman who made his breakfast would know. He forgot her name... what was it Juanita or something... well she would know why he needed a good breakfast today. She would know what his plans were for the day.
He liked to have a good breakfast.

He ate everything he was given to eat. Julie suggested he sat down on the sofa afterwards to 'chill out' for a while.
What a good idea, he thought! He didn't mind sitting there resting. It was good to relax. He had a long sip of his drink, Julia gave him a full one. He put on the telly... oh! It was a demonstration of how to make your own handmade cards out of a few oddments. Josh was engrossed within seconds and reached to the first of a whole tray of doughnuts that were all for him.

He ate a big lunch and a huge dinner, both with seconds and desserts. Plus all the snacks he had between, oh and of course, the shakes.
Then before bedtime, Julie brought him his supper, which was as big as another dinner. She hand fed him, ensured that he could not possibly squeeze one more ounce inside his overstretched belly. She rubbed and massaged him . It was important that he went to be happy and relaxed. Stress burned too many calories. That last meal of the day would never be burned off in his sleep. She envisaged every mouthful turning to even more glorious fat!

A month later and Josh's routine remained the same. He had some vague recollection that life was somehow different, but he could not for the life of him remember what he did. It didn't matter, though because he enjoyed what he was doing now. He wasn't sure what that was, even, but boy, was he hungry! He'd go and have something to eat before he did his... er... thing, whatever it was.
He was very lucky to have a lady looking after him. They called her Judy... no that was not right, he couldn't remember. But she saw him every day and she made sure he had everything he wanted, even if he did not know what that was himself.
There was another lady too. He did not know her name, but she was very nice. She did not speak very much, but that was all right because he did not know what to talk about anyway. She did cleaning and reminded him to do the things he had to do everyday when he forgot.
Josh liked his body. He liked to play with all the soft wobbly rolls he had. Once, his body had looked very different, but he could not remember what he had looked like. He thought J... Juliet... oh, what was she called! Anyway, she liked to play with his wobbly rolls too. She was such a kind lady.

Julie saw Josh every day. Sometimes, because of that she did not realise how well he was doing, but he was doing brilliantly! His weight gain had slowed somewhat as his body had got used to the extra intake of food. Now he was putting on between ten to fourteen pounds, every week. He'd put on seven stones in less than six weeks! It was a huge amount of weight. His original size twenty eight trousers had been outgrown long ago. Now he was struggling to get into a size 40!
His face was much more rounded now and he had a large double chin. His torso had no muscular definition and was covered in a thickening layer of fat. His limbs were thickened and flabby, his thighs rubbed together when he walked, not that he ever walked any further than the bathroom to the kitchen. That was a grand total of about 50 yards. Be had the beginnings of men's breasts on his almost hairless chest. He had at least three back rolls of fat that merged into significant love handles on his sides. His bum was bigger and rounded. His hips were bigger. His once flat belly, when empty first thing in the morning, was round and was starting to hang down over his genitals. When it was full, it was bigger than a football and it would stick out a foot away from the rest of his body.

She wanted to celebrate Josh being on the second part of the programme for a month. She made phone calls and had to pay out to insert silence clauses into people's comtracts.
She brought back the photographer and the other staff who had seen Josh on that day. She remembered their horrified faces. They would be even more horrified when they saw him now!
She wanted another series of pictures of Josh, on exactly the same set, with exactly the same lighting, wearing exactly the same clothes, with the same hair and make up.
The wardrobe woman suggested Julie cancel the photo shoot when she saw Josh. There was no way he would fit into his old king's outfit! But that was what Julie insisted. She said she would help to dress him. Even the baggy tunic would not go over his head and fattened arms. She had to slit the side seams of the main tunic to get him in it. The arms were still intact, but they were very tight. The leather jerkin needed to be loosened off at the side seams considerably. They were loosened off so much that she did not have enough thong left to tie the seams together. There was a gap in the side seams of three inches. Bare flesh could be seen where his tunic had been cut. The flesh oozed out between the thongs as they cross crossed his sides. The tights were too small. It was a struggle to get the elasticated material up his legs, but it simply was not stretchy enough to go over his enlarged bottom and his belly. She wished he'd put that shake down. She was sure that was part of his problem. She had to leave the top of his tights bunched up around his crotch. She made his codpiece fit , simply by loosening the ties. She could do the same with the voluminous crotchless shorts, but it meant there was still a lot of bare flesh down each side. The big fur lined coat covered that up, but it bunched up around his shoulders. It was clearly far too small.
Josh waddled onto the set. He was frightened. The lady who gave him the food in his rooms told him she would make sure he was safe. That was why he'd agreed to come out this morning. He could not remember a time when he'd left his rooms before, but he knew he once had done that. Since then, these strangers had prodded him and poked him and made him wear the strangest clothing that he had ever seen.
He waddled onto the set with the nice kind lady helping him find his way. He told her he did not want to do this, he wanted to go back to his room. He hadn't even had breakfast yet and he was hungry. She ignored his pleas and gave him a fresh shake, which was very delicious. She took him to a chair near a table. He sat down. The chair felt very small, his sides were squeezed up against the sides of the chair. He was about to complain about it, but then the food was brought out. Plate after plate was brought out and laid before him. He wanted to start eating it now! The lady told him he had to wait for a minute or two. He was aware of someone darting here and there with a small black instrument in his hand. He kept looking through it and he kept being told to look at it. He didn't want to. He wanted to start eating. He was going to start with some sausages, then there were some chips and... the man was annoying him now. He was getting too close for him to feel comfortable with it.
At long last the lady let him start eating.
All the while, the silly man with the little black box in his hand kept looking at him and the machine kept making clicking noises and he kept being told to look at him when all he wanted to do was eat.
He wanted to tell the pesky man to go away, but he knew he ought not to be rude.
Then all of a sudden they all went away and he was left alone with the nice lady who made him feel good. She helped him to get out of the seat and helped him out of the horrible clothes back into his own and then helped him back to his rooms where he felt safe and happy and secure.