chapter 10

I saw the changes begin in Robin as soon as I the rip in the photo reached his figure. He aged quickly, losing his hair and developing wrinkles around his eyes.
When the picture was torn in half, he had already begun to lose muscle definition and put on weight.
His clothes became tighter and tighter as I watched. His muscle tee shirt rode up over his new belly and rested underneath his newly formed flabby breasts. His trousers were strained with the rapid growth. The elastic waistband of his exercise trousers stretched and stretched until it could stretch no more. They rolled down underneath the growing globe of a belly. They split at the seams across his bum.
The fabric across his thighs was stretched tight, the side seams strained and then split.
His clothes were now no more than rags hanging on his burgeoning body. Even his training shoes split as a pad of fat appeared on top of his foot and more fat covered his ankle.
The rapid weight gain caused him to sweat profusely as his muscles strained with the unfamiliar effort of simply keeping him upright.

At this stage, and with great effort on my own part, I stood up. I adjusted the sheet covering me so that it did not fall to the floor.
I gave up my seat to Robin before his muscles gave way and he collapsed on the floor.
He was still growing as his buttocks started to fill the sofa and spread outwards.

I reached out a pressed the button that had become my friend. I picked up one of the glasses of enriched liquid and gave it to Robin, who just stared at me while I picked up a second glass and held onto it myself.
With a slow waddle, I reached the stairs. One by one I ascended up and out of the cellar that had kept me imprisoned for so long.
I reached the door and considered locking it, but then decided I didn?euro(TM)t need to.
Robin had created a prison of his own making. If he managed to get out of the cellar, no one would believe who he was. No one lost their figure and gained weight so rapidly. If he told them it was an enchantment, he risked losing everything, all his prize money, all his titles would be withdrawn from him and he would be disgraced.
If he stayed where he was, he would simply fall out of people?euro(TM)s memories. His muscle-man records would broken by someone else.
While he remained here, wallowing in his past sins of the flesh.