chapter 6

It was late at night as Lucy was heading downstairs into the kitchen to snatch a protein bar for a quick energy boost for her online gaming session but after switching the light on she let out a terrified scream seeing a total stranger was standing in the middle of her kitchen. That stranger was Johnny, dressed in all black like a kleptomaniac but instead of stealing any belongings he seemed to be in the middle of unwrapping a rather large meatball sub sandwich at her table.


"Y-You!?! Wha-What are you doing in my house!?"


"What are you still doing on the website? You said you would stop lying to your fans, but you went back on your word and lied even more."


"I-I don't have to explain myself to you anymore, you deleted your account and lost all credibility just like that. You have nothing on me so d-don't make me fucking call the cops on you, ya creep!"


"Go ahead. And while they interrogate me...they'll just learn you have been stealing from people through false advertising for months and take you in too. Do you really want that...?"


Lucy gulped aloud realizing her big blunder and now the full weight of the situation was on her shoulders.


"But hey...just to show there is no harm is in intended. I brought a 12 inch footlong meatball sub...just for you. That's what you ask fans to do for you...right? I figured doing it in person would be...more meaningful, I guess?"


There was something about Johnny's tone that made it sound like he knew something, it made Lucy shiver a bit for there was no way he could possibly know...


"B-But I'm....I'm a..."


"Go ahead. Admit it. Say it! Say what you really are!"


Lucy gasped hearing Johnny grow some bass in his voice, she frown growling a bit in disgrace of being told what to do again by the same guy.


"I'm...I'm a vegan alright?!! A vegan and a liar! Is that what you want from me!?!? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SAY!??!"


*Beep*


"W h-What?"


Johnny then pulled out a small voice recorder pressing the "play" button, Lucy's words being spout back at her from the small device shocking her.


"You recorded me!?!"


"Of course I did. Call it insurance, but do you honestly expect otherwise? Especially after the shit you pulled in your last video."


".....Shit."


"Mhm. Just like I thought, come with me..."


Johnny walked out the kitchen and Lucy reluctantly followed after him, she was then placed on a scale in the upstairs bathroom reading at 118 pounds even. 


"Ok, what is the point of me being weighed? I'm not a gainer,"


"You won't be saying that after I'm done,"


"Wait what? What do you mean?"


"I figured it would be too much effort to make you give back all that money you took from your fans, but it would be much easier to make their money worth it."


"Ha! Good luck with that, you can't make me a fat pig if I don't have to."


"You're right, and you won't have to worry about disappointing your fans ever again once make a new account with this recording of your voice as the main event."


"Ugh, whatever! If you'll excuse me, I still have a game I need to get back to."


"No you don't,"


"What do you mean I don't- hey!"


Lucy chased after Johnny as the young man walked into her recording room promptly switching her game console off, the gamer girl's eyes shattering seeing him do that without any hesitation.


"WHAT THE HELL MAN!?! I WAS IN THE LAST LADDER OF A TOURNAMENT, MY STREAM IS RUINED!"


"Good, now we can start another one. For the fans you lied to on your page." he explained, setting up her camera to start recording all over again before setting her in front of the camera in her gaming chair.


"H-Hey! You can't just push me around like this, asshole!"


Johnny didn't bother wasting his time responding to her, he simply started rummaging around her various other electronics collecting a rather study looking extension cord which served as makeshift rope tying her down against the chair, she would immediately start to struggle a bit testing the overall strength of the cord finding herself up able to get up nor use her hands properly. As Johnny turned and headed back downstairs her head quickly turned to face the still active camera able to see a close up on her face on the computer monitor hosting the stream for the adult gaining girl website.


"The fuck is he going to do with me? I knew I should've fucking called the cops when I had the chance."


Johnny would return minutes later carrying a few items he most likely looted from her kitchen: several sticks of butter, a carton of heavy cream, a box of wild cherry poptarts, a carton of strawberry ice cream, and a battery powered high performance blender.


"Wh-What's all that stuff for?"


"Oh, don't you remember? Video #26, you posted on March 11th a live feed of yourself indulging in a so called Greek "weight gain shake",  I remember that day fondly since it was the first time you did a video in your brand new skull print purple bikini swimsuit wanting to show it off. I remember the recipe too, low fat yogurt, several sticks of chopped celery, and silk milk. I always felt that was rather odd for a gainer girl. Honestly, I should've known you were a fake gainer earlier." He said rather coldly as he started filling the blender pitcher with the different kitchen items from tossing in the naked sticks of butter, crushing the dozens of poptarts into chunks with his bare hands showing off his muscular strength, and dropping scoop after scoop of the ice cream in too soon sealing the lid shut.


Lucy grew wide eyed wondering if Johnny was borderline psychotic to remember such trivial details so perfectly, immediately getting even more of a creepy stalker vibe from him. The sound of the blender turning on rapidly mulching down the randomly thrown together ingredients didn't help her nerves and the growing tension of the situation, the food being reduced to a thick pink and brown sweet smelling chunky smoothie. No doubt a high calorie bomb that was more than lethal to Lucy's modeling career, her struggling against the extension cord rope grew more intense as Johnny walked over with the full pitcher grabbing Lucy by her chin tightly squeezing his fingers against her cheeks to make her lips pucker.


"Drink," he gave the single word command as he gently lifted the pitcher to her lips forcing her to swallow the sludge despite her muffled protests for him to stop, her legs bucking at the air as if trying to kick him away as her throat bulged out with each gulp. 


The was pitcher nearly empty until Lucy's cheeks would bulge out one last time spitting up a bit of the thick smoothie coughing and gagging aloud desperately trying to catch her breath as she breathed heavily, Johnny taking a step back to let her relax for a moment. He seemed mostly satisfied with how much she managed to hold down before stopping, his smile growing wider by the second. In fact...he actually never looked so excited before in his life.


"Good, you did good." He finally said, to which Lucy slowly lifted her gaze up to him with murderous intent in her eyes as she growled at him.


"Ugh...you done? Will you let me go now?!"


"...Sure. Why not?"


Lucy raised an eyebrow honestly not expecting him to actually say yes so casually. She would let out a frightened yelp as he pulled at the cord unfastening them before she was pushed to the floor on all fours where the camera could still see her, looking over her shoulders at him she was stunned to see Johnny take off his shirt showing her his muscular upper body.


"Now then, time for your real punishment."