Chapter 1 - deposit

by 慢虎


Of course I should've known better than to borrow money from Oleg. It was, in hindsight, not the best of my ideas to borrow such a large amount of money from one of the most notorious "businessmen" in town. And Tanja said the same. But I was totally sure to be able to pay it back in time, what with my business plan nicely in place and everything screaming $PROFIT.

Was I ever wrong.

Sales didn't go as expected. Customer base didn't grow as planned. My expenses were surprisingly larger than what I've thought. Amazingly soon I was much deeper in debt than when I started, and I needed a fresh injection of "venture capital", as they call it. Tanja recommended begging.

That's when Oleg called. Of course he knew every detail about my financial situation, maybe even better than myself. His offer was exactly what I needed that moment, or so I thought. Maybe with a little thinking I'd remembered that he was also known as "vulture capitalist", thriving on the bones of unlucky businesses.

He offered me more money and an even extended deadline to pay him back, with lots of interest, not to be mentioned. I accepted, foolishly. There was light at the end of the tunnel, even if the tunnel was a bit longer now, but who cares, and maybe just for a change I'd hit a streak of luck now.

Tanja was still skeptical, but, as my girlfriend of six years now, she was used to my adventurous habits which she called "hazardous". But she was always supportive, and a night of great sex with her made every morning look much more rosy. So I didn't realize how fast that deadline was approaching, and surely I didn't hear it swoosh by. I preferred to forget about it.

Oleg, not so.

He could've called, just to remind me politely. But that's not his style. Oleg always goes for something more memorable, more convincing. With some people, he just took their car and had it smashed somewhere. With others, he caused some calculated damage to their home. It's amazing how little gestures like that increase the effort people put into paying him back. He took some pride in being quite inventive with his incentives.

So when he didn't call I didn't think of him in the first place when I noticed that Tanja wasn't where she was supposed to be: at home, or at university, or anywhere of her usual places. Her phone was dead, but that could be of natural causes, like not charging. After two days, however, I seriously began to worry.

That's when that video conference call rang. It wasn't Tanja. It was Oleg, sitting in that humble office of him. He didn't waste time with smalltalk.

"I like my money back. And I like it back soon. Since I've heard nothing from you, I thought you could do with a bit of encouragement. I'm quite sure you've asked yourself where Tanja might be and if she's alive and well. I can promise you she is. I can prove it. In fact she's only a bit uncomfortable right now, and at the moment she's not allowed to leave."

I started to sweat. I remembered stories about Oleg.

"I know how much you love her - that's understandable - and that you definitely want her back, preferrably as unchanged as possible. Such a beauty she is, isn't she?"

This rang a bell, alarmingly. Would he really dare to mutilate her? Images of scars and amputations flooded my mind, suddenly I was inside a horror movie.

"So I thought we could agree on this: the sooner you pay, the less changed Tanja the beautiful will come back to you." He leaned forward to the camera. He even smiled.

"Now you will ask yourself: what kind of change? Please have a look at this." He pressed a key. The window with the other participant of the conference call grew and filled the screen. It was Tanja.

Whatever she had to say, she couldn't. She appeared to be strapped to a chair, her hands secured behind her back. Her face was partly covered with a kind of muzzle or mask, with only her eyes big and anxious fixed to the camera. The bottom part of that muzzle covered her mouth, from nose to chin. A tube was installed where her mouth would be, a black rubber tube of about an inch thick. Oleg started to explain.

"You see that tube? It ends in her mouth, of course. She can't bite it down. Whatever is sent down that tube, she has to swallow. Now, you may ask, what is it she has to swallow?" He made a dramatic pause, which I found completely unnecessary.

"Well, it's food, of course. May I remind you that I hold shares in several restaurants? The cooking is great, and I saw that only the finest meals get delivered to that secret place where Tanja is my guest for the time being. Of course we can't allow her to use her hands or even cutlery, so everything is nicely blended before being poured in that big funnel on the other end of that hose. It still tastes delicious, but is oh so much easier to swallow. Let me demonstrate."

I heard some whizzing sound, as if some motor was powered up. The tube vibrated a bit, and Tanja reacted with a muffled shriek. Then her eyes widened. I could see her throat moving, she indeed was swallowing, in a steady rhythm.

"This is what we call an enforced feeding. Since Tanja is totally helpless, she can but swallow everything, and later digest it. This is alread her third meal today, and it is still before noon."

Oleg's voice became quite satisfied with himself. "Now I trust you can imagine what a regimen like this will do to Tanja's shapely body over time. I promise to keep her feeding each and every day, as long as you haven't paid off your debt. I'm sure this is stuff for thinking, so I leave you to that now."

The screen went black, and so went my mood. This was by far the meanest contraption Oleg had invented so far, and he had quite a reputation in that field. I knew better than calling police, or do anything else to find her by myself. Oleg was too good to be defeated this way. My, or better Tanja's only chance was getting better with my business, so I concentrated on that instead of imagining my girlfriend being fattened up.

It didn't go fast. At least two weeks went by before I allowed myself to get a bit more optimistic. Two weeks, that was not that bad, people get fatter on cruise ships, I tried to tell myself. However, the money was only trickling in, not enough to pay back anything to Oleg soon.

Only a month later I dared to send a small amount to Oleg, to show that I was working on it. He reacted with allowing me watching Tanja again. She looked exhausted, as I was meeting her during feeding. Oleg commented:

"See? She's alive and well, although not very happy, which is understandable. She knows that the whole point of this business is making her gain weight. If you want to stop that, you better work your ass off." Black screen.

Of course I followed his advice, what else could I do? Each day I thought of poor Tanja who had to carry the weight of my bad business decisions now. But I was improving. Two months later I could pay back a more substantial amount alreaady, and Oleg rewarded me with another video call.

This time the camera was positioned further away so I could see more of Tanja. And more of Tanja was there to be seen for sure. That T-shirt she wore had been a loose fit once, now it was rolling up to reveal her belly which stuck out quite prominently. Her eyes looked sad, as if she was trying to say "this is all your fault, look what I've become!"

I thought I would feel guilty, but I didn't. To my own surprise I wasn't put off by what I saw. Instead, Tanja seemed even more attractive than before. That additional fat was distributed nicely everywhere, and I caught myself dreaming about handling her new body parts.

Business became promising as well now. I had a steady income, and I could even plan the day when I would pay the last sum to Oleg. If everything worked like now, I could free Tanja in just three more months. At that time, she would've become quite round. So much more of beautiful Tanja to have sex with. I couldn't deny it: I found the idea that she was fattened against her will so very arousing, and I was looking forward to have her in bed and test her new body. How much more would she weight? How much more could Oleg make her gain? Well, ultimately it was me who was responsibe for her transformation.

So I prepared to call Oleg and tell him I needed an additional 6 months. At least. Business is unpredictable these days.