Chapter 10 - solo feast

The next morning, Josh was more determined than ever about getting his figure back. He thought about it before he opened his eyes and sat up. The key was to start immediately.
He sat up, full of determination, reached for his shake and had a drink, then put on his workout gear. It was a bit of a struggle in itself. He must have at least one and a half stones of flab that had not existed before and he was trying to stuff all of it into his small sized workout gear.
He had a new roll of fat around his middle that refused to tuck into his shorts and refused to stay under his tee shirt.
Bending in the middle to fasten his trainers was more difficult than usual. He grabbed his shake, keen to get going and took abouther drink. Then he headed in the direction of the gym.
Then as he passed through the kitchen, he was distracted by the smells. His stomach grumbled. He did not realise how hungry he was. Before he realised what was happening he was sitting down and tucking into another mammoth breakfast.
Julie told Ruby, he was in a new kind of training and he was that training was going exceedingly well.
After a morning's doze and some substantial snacks, he was overflowing his workout gear. He allowed himself to be blindfolded and have his hands tied without question. He was led back into the mansion and into a side room. His blindfold and hand ties were removed and his shake was quickly returned to him.
He took a long drink as the hair and make up artists from the week before entered the room. Their mouths gaped open at how much fatter he looked than the week before, but they had been told it was not their place to comment on any changes that had taken place. All they had to do was to get his hair and make up exactly as it had been the week before during his photo shoot. As they worked, they noticed how much of the shake he was drinking. They saw how, when the container got anywhere near empty it was quickly replaced with a fresh one. The drink HAD to have a significant role to play on his rapid weight gain.
The wardrobe lady had a much more difficult job to do. She had to get him in the same king's outfit that he wore last week. How she was going to do that when he had gone up at least two sizes by the looks of him... in two weeks! she noted how he much he liked his special drink. He barely put it down throughout his fitting.
There was one good thing about his king's outfit was how it had been made to look like it was following traditional methods. His tights were the only modern thing about them, but that was because traditional wooden ones would have sagged and become misshapen around the knee, whereas modern tights had elastic in them to follow the flow of the body. The tights went on easily enough, but the waistband dug in to his newly expanded belly.
Following that, he wore a loose tunic. The tunic had been very loose last week, This week it was tighter, but she still managed to get it on without any problems. Over the top of that was a leather jerkin. There were no sewn seams to it, the sides were held together with a series of eyelets with laces running through to hold them together. To make it fit him, she had to loosen the laces and allow the tunic to show through where the sides of the jerkin did not meet up.
A codpiece tied together around his hips along side a crotchless pair of baggy shorts, which were all easy to adjust to his new size. Then he had to wear a heavy, thick, fur lined jacket.
Josh was, this time the only model in the grand hall, but the way it was set up remained the same. The lighting was in the same place and everything.
This time when the food was brought out, Josh's eyes lit up. His shake was decanted into a large goblet, so that it looked like he was drinking beer.
He did not need to be given much of a signal to start eating. He grabbed whatever he could within site, heedless of how much he spilled on the table or how much he dripped down his front. He ate without abandon... and his gluttony was all captured on film.
Two hours later, he sat, stuffed full, his belly a hard globe on his lap. He pulled down his shorts and his codpiece that were tied around his waist to make himself more comfortable and patted the expanded jerkin with a satisfied grin on his face. He had glistening grease on his chin, food stains all down his front. He wiped his greasy fingers on a clean napkin and reached for his shake filled goblet. He was sure he could make room for a little bit more!

They all took a break. Josh was taken somewhere where he could lie down for an hour or so and digest the savoury dishes inside him.
Then he started all over again with the sweet dishes. He really acted up for the cameras. The only thing that was not true to life was his royal pretentions but he did make a very gluttonous, greedy king!

Afterwards, Josh was led back to the safety of his new apartment.
He was given his own maid to clean, fetch and carry and do all the other chores... except the cooking. Julie was keeping control there, but the maid could do the washing up.
She was paid extra to keep a low profile. She was not to talk to Josh, unless it was a polite 'yes sir', 'no sir'. Nor did she get paid to have an opinion of what was happening to him.

Julie and Ruby took a closer look at the photographs from both shoots. Looking at the before and after it was hard to believe it was the same man and there was only a week between the two.
Ruby had agreed to Julie's project because she knew Josh needed to detox and rest. He'd completed the first phase of his programme. Now she wanted him to be able to go home, his own home. She wanted him to go back into society, but take life at a slightly slower pace than before.
Julie disagreed. She wanted him to continue on the programme. She wanted to completely ruin his figure and get fat! She wanted to make him so fat that, he would be too big to fit into the king's chair!
Ruby tried to dissuade her. It was unethical, she was holding him against his will.
She thought about the issue, then said, "all right, tomorrow, we will unlock the doors. He can go where he chooses, he can do whatever he likes.
If he gets as far as the gym, he can go home. If he chooses otherwise, he will stay here.