chapter 5

Every week she pushed him harder. She persuaded him to overeat until he came to expect double portions of everything for his dinner and could tolerate the extra food comfortably.
By now he had gained a half a stone of extra padding all over his body. He was no longer quite so lean. His clothes were just a little bit tighter.
He did not dare complain. He knew that would lose her favour... and points.
She encouraged him to keep in touch with his male friends. He was allowed to go out with them on a Friday night to the pub. He got an extra point if he came back home drunk. Another extra point if he got himself a takeaway on the way home. He got zero points if he stayed out all night.
Hungover and bleary eyed the next day, he was presented with a substantial, greasy hot breakfast. Even though it was the last think he wanted the he was feeling so nauseous and lethargic, he ate every little scrap of it, for yet another point.

After two months Tom had put on so much weight that he should really go up another size in clothes, but Sylvia made him continue to wear the same size. The buttons and seams were strained tight. They were most uncomfortable to wear, but he could not bring himself to complain and forfeit points. It was only when he seams actually split and the buttons popped that she bought him new clothing. By now he really needed to go up two sizes, but she wanted to humiliate him as much as possible by showing off his fattened figure as much as possible. She bought him clothes only one size larger for work. They were still tight, but not yet tight enough to split.
At home, she made him wear clothes in his original size all the time. it did not matter if they were ripped to her. It did not matter if he had to sit with his flies open all the time because he was too fat to do them up. She wanted to see his too small tee shirt ride up over his swollen belly. She wanted to watch the growing gap between the bottom of his tee shirt and the top of his trousers.

She loved to see him putting on weight, but she wanted to see him gain even more and she wanted him to put it on quicker.
one and a half stones in three months was impressive, but she wanted to double that!
She wanted him to not only eat because he had to, she wanted him to crave it!
She introduced an early morning shake loaded with appetite stimulants and weight gain powders. By the time he was washed and dressed, he was so hungry he did not question the full English fry-up put in front of him.
By mid-moring he was hungry again and had to visit the snack machine at work for a pick-me-up... or two.
At lunchtime, he was starving and headed to the staff canteen for a full dinner and a pudding. He snacked again in the afternoon.
As soon as he arrived home, Sylvia had a sandwich ready for him smeared with thick butter. Just enough to tide him over until his enormous evening meal, with a large dessert to follow.
His daily calorie count had gone from 2000 to 2500 a day to a whopping 10,000 or more, every single day. And he was taking no exercise to burn it all off!