chapter 11

11.
“Have fun with him, I know I did,” Paula said, looking me over. Her drawn expression and bit lip were signs of her lust, but Abram went to the door before she could do anything else.

“We will Paula, we will.” Abram closed the door and sat in a chair in front of me. For a minute nothing happened. I refused to look at him, preferring the grey green waves outside his window. I felt such rage. It wasn’t just that he had risked my escape plans. Or that he had blown me up into a whale. It was that at some deep level I thought he was a decent man, this total taking of control and ruining of my body proved him anything but. All I was to him was a fuck toy who hadn’t gotten fat enough fast enough. Eventually I did look up, surprised to see him staring right into me, as if checking that I was still there.

‘Must have been a vacant animal looking back at him the last however long, sicko.’

As if reading my thoughts Abram smiled.

“You look so cute when you do that.”

I had folded my arms, intending to rest them on my ribs. Instead my voluminous new gut pushed them higher, making me look like a pouting child. My puffy cheeks didn’t distract from that picture.

I frowned harder and turned away from him. I was totally powerless, but he would have to beat me to get anything else out of me, willingly at least. Abram sighed and tucked around to the back of my chair. He put his large hands on my shoulders, massaging me. Abram didn’t say anything else for a while. He just touched, soothed, and moved onto the next area. Before I knew it he was helping me onto the bed. I mewed from time to time, falling into the sensation of his hands exploring my new flesh. It was strange being touched in areas where I didn’t exist before, but eventually the panic I had been feeling was reduced to a manageable level. I felt myself come to my senses.

‘You are still his plaything, Carver. The rules haven’t hanged, despite how angry you are with him. Next stop after the island party on Iilha de Banha is port city. We still have a chance.’ As Abram patted my ass however, and I felt the sensation of my body rippling with soft fat, I worried I might not be able to walk far or fast enough to get away.

‘Let him do as he pleases, but don’t forgive him either.’

“You’re ready,” Abram said. My eyes darted open, and all at once the sexual frustration I had pent up burst through the dam of negative emotion. Those two words sent sensual shivers coursing through my body unlike any that had come before. My skin tingled, my cock twitched, my hole radiated desire. Abram looked into my eyes as if asking a question. Cursing my horniness I nodded, a good lay I would get indeed. At least it was a consolation prize.

Abram wasted no time. He flipped me onto my back groping my belly and moobs, he laughed as he did so, slapping and pinching and poking.

“Ah just look at you! The polar bear milk was worth the price, let alone the drugs. But you get what you pay for!” Abram was grabbing my fat pad, my thighs, anything that jiggled he was groping, kissing, he even slapped my belly with his pulsing cock, I had never seen him so hard.

“But it was worth it, a liter each day could only produce such results. Six months and look at you! Everywhere is practically overflowing with delicious, grabbable fat!”

Abram flipped me to my stomach in one strong motion.

‘Six months?! No that can’t be,’ I thought. It didn’t last long as I felt Abram shove his face in between my quaking cheeks. He shook back and forth, slapping at my ass all the while. He came back out with a gasp.

“Fuck! Now that’s an ass I can motorboat.” Abram looked at me and grinned, producing a bottle of lube.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this, pig. I can’t wait to find out how you feel after all this time.”

Abram pulled my cheeks apart. He teased my anus with the tip of his cock, slapping at it and working it open with his fingers and tongue. Within minutes I was panting, both out of pleasure and because I really was that out of shape now. Abram reached under and grabbed my tits as he entered me, I gasped as he pinched my nipples and thrust at the same time. He rocked my body with his motions, my fat wobbling like an ocean. I just lay there, powerless and trapped by my own body. Abram was good though, I’ll give him that. He had me moaning as his member massaged my prostate. After he came inside, he wiped me clean and turned me over. I hadn’t caught my breath before he wrapped his lips over my cock. Within thirty seconds I was shooting mid stroke, arcs of cum splashed onto his beard. Abram just chuckled and walked to the bathroom.

Soon I felt sleep come for me. I couldn’t tell if it was after effects from the milk was making me drowsy, or that this was the first exercise I had done in six months, but soon Abram was clutching me, his not-very-little spoon, sinking his fingers into my flesh as I slept.