chapter 5

4.
“What!?” I blurted. So many things had happened so quickly. Abram’s disappearance, my capture and walk here, the natives greeting and feeding me, now this? My mind spun. I stood silent, figuring that was my best option.

“Leave him, uurp! Out of this Cintura, he didn’t do anything,” Abram yelled from his cage. His voice was weak and muffled, but the flutter in my heart as he defended me made him appear a warrior. I couldn’t tell what the figure sitting on the throne thought, but a snapping of their fingers was all I needed to know. I felt the butt of a weapon prod my back. I stumbled forward, the weight of my belly dragging me to my knees.

“Ah,” Cintura said, “but Abram, you cannot be hypocritical. You found this one in much the same way, and you most certainly did not leave him out of anything. All those rolls and stretch marks are evidence of that.” I yelped as I was dragged to my feet. The guards' harsh movements pinched the soft skin of my upper arms, and I saw Abram suppress a shout when he saw pain flash on my face.

“You both have eaten well since entering our esteemed city. You will have a chance to reunite. For now though Abram, I need to witness your handiwork. Perhaps, if your gordura is up to our standards, he will prove entertaining.”

My eyes bulged out of my head as the guards spun me. They did it with rough movements, my comfort not their concern.

“First, let us see that rump Abram raved about on the phone.”

My torso was forced forward, my ass jutting back like I was about to twerk. A guard on either side of me grabbed a fistful of cheek, slapping then spreading them. Cintura seemed to approve.

“Mmmm, you did not exaggerate. The cheeks of a goddess, the hole of a whore. Next.” The guards released their grip and I felt my ass wobble back in place. They each slapped at it again unprompted, getting a giggle from the one sitting in the throne.

“I see our men cannot wait to explore him further.” This prompted an irritated groan from Abram.

I could practically smell the pheromones wafting from the two guards. What was up with this island? Did everyone get off to fatties like Abram did? I didn’t have much time to think about it. From there I was forced into a variety of positions for Cintura’s enjoyment. They had me push my moobs together to check my cleavage, ‘tits bigger than my woman's!’ was said more than once. I was put on all fours on the floor to see how far my belly hung. Luckily, it didn't touch the ground yet. Guards held up my arms to have my various fatty parts jiggled. By the end of it I was nearly out of breath. Eventually a chair was brought for me. I sat, red faced and panting, not realizing Cintura had left their throne. When I looked up again those brilliant green eyes were inches away from my own. I gasped, taking in this mysterious beauty.

The light was dim, but Cintura would have been breathtaking to a blind man. Their face was angular and feminine, I didn’t see a shred of body hair. They were slender, near androgynous save the thick member moving like a pendulum between their thighs. That member appeared darker than the rest of their olive skin, its head a contrasting brown to my own pink. My breath caught in my throat as they put a hand on each of my shoulders, smirking.

“I like what I see. My people will enjoy you as well, as you have already seen.”

I turned to see a tenting in a couple of the guards' jeans.

‘In more ways than one apparently,’ I thought. I stifled a belch, tasting custard. I blushed and pried my eyes away from theirs.

“They do make good pastries do the not? Heh, such a fatty.”

Cintura laughed and sank a finger into my gut. They traced one of my thicker stretch marks from my lower belly to where it ended below my moobs. I saw Cintura begin to stiffen.

“Such harsh marks, the sign of a quick growth. Tell me gordura, how fat did Abram make you get?”

I couldn’t resist their gaze long. Those green eyes told me to tell the truth, that Cintura would make up for the pain Abram had caused. Despite risking his life to find food, despite him defending me minutes ago, I felt that latent anger in me come alive. How dare Abram do what he did! He forced his kinks onto me, made me unhealthy and worse, drugged me for months. From the look of his distended belly Abram had been fed much in the same way I had once I arrived. I had a feeling whatever I said would be done to him, or worse. And despite my feelings for him another burned brighter, one that wanted to see retribution.

‘Let him do as he pleases, but don’t forget,’ I had thought. I sure hadn’t. I frowned and felt a tear leak down my cheek for the memory of my old, slender body. My choice was made. Cintura would hear the truth, consequences to Abram be damned. I looked up with narrowed eyes full of fire.

“He doubled me. A hundred and fifty two pounds. I- I look like a totally different person!”

My head fell into my hands. The anger shattered as sobs fell out of me. Cintura brushed hands through my hair.

“There there gordura… And thank you. I now have the answer I’ve been looking for.”

I looked up, noticing Cintura had started walking back to their throne. I cast a glance toward Abram. He wouldn’t meet my gaze. He looked like I had just put down a beloved pet. His face was wet, had he been crying?

“Answer?” I said dumbly.

“Guards. Bring our two new guests to their new lodgings.”

“What answer?!” I cried. A guard prodded me to get up as Abram was wheeled out the door. Cintura laughed as I was taken away.

“What’s good for the sheep is good for the wolf. He made you his gordura, now you will make him in the same way. Pound for pound. Let’s see how high and mighty our Gilligan is with a hundred and fifty extra pounds of fat on him.”