chapter 5

Paul enjoyed the first workout he'd completed in nearly a month. He had pushed himself hard. Sweat had poured from his body. He was pleased with his accomplishment. As he stepped into the shower at home, he did not know what he had been so worried about, his head was clear. He felt invigorated by the strenuous exercise. He looked forward to the day ahead, spent relaxing with his loving wife. Maybe they would have a trip to the coast and have a little walk along the sea front...

Susannah had his lunch ready for him coming out of the shower with an accompanying cup of tea. The tea contained his now customary teaspoonful of sugar, the lunch contained not one, but two antihistamines. An hour after his invigorating shower, Paul was flat out on the couch snoring.
She got changed into her sexy corset, let her hair hang loose and put on some saucy red lipstick. She placed a tea towel on his chest so that he would not make a mess. Then she woke him up. In his still sedated state she made him eat half a dozen assorted cream cakes. It was the sort of thing he would not touch normally. When he had finished, she loosened off his trousers and freed his belly. She rubbed it for a short while and then made him eat another half dozen. He was too tired to protest.
When all of the cakes were gone, his belly had a slight rise to it. The skin was tight. She reached inside his trousers and made sure he got a sexual thrill out of being stuffed full.
Once he'd had his sexual release, she adjusted his clothing and left him to sleep. Then she took off her tarty outfit and make up and dressed in exactly what she had worn earlier. She cleaned up and went about her business as if nothing had happened.

Paul awoke with a hazy head. Had he really slept for two hours after lunch? He had a stretch and a yawn. His trousers felt tight for some reason. He felt bloated as if he'd just had a large meal, yet all he'd eaten for lunch was a chicken salad. Then he remembered the dream. It was so far-fetched that he did not even mention it. Susannah would never force him to eat anything! Maybe his body was playing tricks on him. Maybe it was reacting to his dream. Maybe it was... before he could think of anything else, he had fallen asleep again.

The next day, Paul dreamed of eating a large pepperoni pizza, the whole thing. He'd felt so full afterwards that he actually had a pain. When he woke up, his trousers were tight again. It felt like he had actually eaten a whole pizza, but there were no dirty plates in front of him, no tell-tale takeaway boxes. He burped. He could almost taste the pepperoni on his breath. He heard Susannah asking him if he wanted a cup of tea. There was nothing unusual in the way she looked. He could not possibly have eaten a whole pizza. It had to be a dream.

The dreams persisted and became more frequent. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting smothered in whipped cream. A large lasagne. A large tiramisu. Each time he woke up, he felt bloated as if he'd actually eaten all that food in real life. Each time he woke up he was turned on sexually. If he was not so tired he could just fuck his wife then and there!
Then again, there was nothing to worry about. They were just dreams after all! What he should be worrying about was his constant tiredness, which seemed to be getting worse not better!
He'd been asked to leave a meeting at work after falling asleep in the middle of it. In another meeting, he had been warned about his yawning. Did he find the speaker boring and uninteresting? It was recommended that he did not stay up until midnight gassing and went to bed early instead. The thing was that going to bed early made no difference. No matter how much sleep he was getting, he was still tired and wanted more.
He decided it was better for him not to attend any meetings until he had heard what was the matter with him from the doctor.

Susannah went to a great deal of trouble not to leave any evidence around that his dreams of being force fed, were real. She made sure he wore a bib to prevent and spillage on his clothes. She made sure his lips and chin and his fingers were wiped clean of any residue. She had to change back into the clothes she'd had on earlier, put her sexy underwear back in their secret hiding place and remove any provocative make up without leaving a trace of it behind. She had to clear away and wash any dishes she'd used, then hide all takeaway cartons where he would never find them. Even a dirty serviette could give the game away.

By the time Paul's appointment for the doctor came round, he was falling asleep at work regularly. He was worried he might fall asleep at the wheel of his car when he was driving. He had been too tired to go to the gym and lacked any motivation at all. The doctor explained his bloods were normal. He asked about his sleeping habits. Was he not sleeping at night and therefore feeling tired during the day? Did he snore or suffer from sleep apnoea? Was he drinking too much alcohol?
Paul replied 'no' to all the questions.
The doctor scratched his head, struggling to find an answer. He would refer him on for further tests.

Susannah was, by this time giving Paul three antihistamines a day, every day. He now took two teaspoons of sugar in every cup of tea that he drank and she made sure that he drank plenty of it.
He received his first antihistamine in the morning with his otherwise healthy breakfast. That ensured he would be tired for the majority of the day. Instead of socialising after eating his healthy lunch, he would take a nap in his office, hoping that it would make him feel better. It didn't.
He received two antihistamines with his evening meal. This made him so tired that he would go straight off to sleep. While he slept, she put back the time on his watch and the mantelpiece clock, then prepared another meal for him. Then, she would wake him up and give him another dinner, just as big, if not bigger than the first one. If he said anything about having already eaten, she pointed out the time on the clock. How could he have already eaten when he had only come home half an hour ago? She put the telly on. It was showing the correct programme for the time on his watch, but he did not know that he was watching a recording of what had already been shown.

Susannah made sure that Paul missed any more medical appointments. She knew exactly what the matter was with him. She had him exactly how she wanted him. He was so tired all the time that the edges between dream and reality were getting blurred. Sometimes his dreams were so vivid! One weekend, he had a dream that Susannah had given him a bag of a dozen assorted doughnuts to eat. He had no choice. He HAD to eat them all. He remembered their sweet taste. He remembered the crunch of the sugar coating and the soft creamy ooze of the flavoured fillings. He ate six and felt like he had eaten enough. But hey, this was just a dream, right? He ate another six. He could feel that sickly feeling that you get when you know you have eaten too much. Susannah was watching him. He pushed on harder and kept eating. One after another. By the time the bag was empty, his belly was hard and swollen with a two-dozen sugar coated cream filled fried dough balls inside him. He was so full he struggled to get his breath and the sweat was pouring from his brow.
He was beginning to lose all sense of time because he was sleeping so much. If it was not for Susannah he would never be punctual for work. He simply would not know where he was or what he was supposed to be doing.
He knew his clothes were getting tighter, but he was not sure whether this was in the dream world or the real world. He really ought to do something about it. He needed to go on a diet, or go to the gym... or both! The trouble was, that took effort on his part and he could not be bothered.
In actual fact, he really enjoyed some of the dreams he had. These were when sexy Susannah had stuffed him so full with fattening unhealthy food that his belly had grown and pushed it's way out from under his clothes, or it insisted that they were loosened so that it could expand even more. Then Sexy Susannah would arouse him, make love to him, rub and massage his engorged belly until he started to feel better.
He knew that he was having these dreams more frequently. It made sense, he was spending at least fourteen hours every day asleep. The rest of the time he was in a daze. He enjoyed the dreams so much, that he wanted them more often. After all they were just dreams, right?

At work, Susannah's work colleagues had started noticing the changes in Paul. His constant tiredness had started numerous friendly banter and jokes. They still had to go into his office from time to time and more often than not, he was asleep on his desk, or so drowsy that he was not far off going to sleep. They called him 'Sleepy' after one of the seven dwarves. They gave names to six other members of staff too. They made fun of them whenever they could.
Paul's work output had fallen dramatically over the last month or so. It was noted by some that Susannah covered for him whenever he was criticised.
But now new and different changes were occurring. Paul's polished appearance was long gone. He often turned into work without shaving. Some mornings he looked all crumpled like he'd just got out of bed. His hair might still be wet from his shower, or may still need a good brush. His clothes were not as perfect as they had once been. His shirts and trousers were getting tighter, especially around his middle. Some days, in certain sitting positions, a round pot belly was visible, pushing his shirt out into a round globe.