chapter 6

“Sergei?” Kelly asked one day as she chewed a French fry.


“Yes, Kelly?”


“Where do you even get all this food?”


Sergei chuckled. “That, my love, is for me to know. And you to never find out.”


“Is Kendra OK?” Vicky asked.


“Yes, she is fine. A little dirty, I have not her shower since you all arrived. Would you like to see her?”


They nodded.


“OK.”


Sergei went to Kendra’s room and led her to the dining room. Her long, curly, hair was frizzy and unkempt, her stomach swollen and bloated, breasts bulging out of her bra. Her pants had been unbuttoned and her thighs looked plumper.


Kelly looked at her friend, the fiery glint in her eye gone, replaced by a contrite, empty stare. She noticed Kendra’s arms had filled out quite a bit as well, formerly slender and toned, now a bit chunky, jiggly.


As she looked at Vicky, and herself, she noticed they’d all started to gain a bit of weight. While Kelly and Vicky had been showering daily, they were outgrowing their original outfits, which were also growing dirty.


“Sit down.” Sergei ordered Kendra. She obeyed.


“Hey…” Vicky said.


“Hey.” Kendra squeaked.


Sergei piled a plate with French fries, chicken fingers, and ketchup, and put it in front of Kendra, along with a can of Coke. Kendra sighed and nibbled on a piece of chicken. Sergei nodded at her approvingly.


Without warning, she shot to her feet and whipped the plate at Sergei’s head like a frisbee. It shattered against his head and stunned him briefly.


“C’MON! HELP ME!” Kendra barked as she ran to him and tried to wrangle his gun away from him. Kelly and Vicky just sat there, frozen with fear, while Sergei grabbed Kendra and tossed her back over her shoulder, bringing her back to her room and immediately treating her to more tube-feeding.


“She is slow learner…” Sergei said, shaking his head.


“Sergei… We need new clothes…” Kelly said.


Sergei smiled, pulling Kelly’s shirt up and playing with the new layer of chub around her waist.


“Hmmm… Well, if you truly feel these clothes have become too small for you, show me. Eat…”


Kelly began wolfing down her food more enthusiastically.


“That’s it! That’s a good girl! My little piggy is finally learning… Yes… You, Vicky, would do well to take after her. Soon you’ll be good and plump…”


Sergei went back to get the girls more soda, while Kelly continued to gorge.


“What the Hell is wrong with you!?” Vicky hissed.


“We’re stuck here until someone finds us. We’ve seen what happens when we piss him off, Vicky! I don’t wanna end up like Kendra!”


The next day, Sergei dragged three garbage bags full of clothing down into the dungeon, presenting each of the girls with one. As Kelly looked through them, she was less than impressed. They were eclectically chosen, and most of them ran a few sizes bigger than what he usually wore.


“No matter. You will grow into them.” Sergei said.


“I also bring you these…”


Sergei handed Kelly a bag full of creams and moisturizers.


“Apply three times per day. Minimizes stretch marks, keeps skin moist and maintains elasticity. You are growing girl, you need them. If you do not, I will begin to take privileges away from you. I like you very much, Kelly. You are best behaved of your friends; you understand I am not your enemy. Keep it up, and you will be rewarded, I promise you.”


“Will you let me go?”


“Hehehehe…”


Vic ky’s clothes had been picked with her body type, or future body type, in mind. She got the biggest sweats, leggings, pants, and shorts. Sergei instructed her on her skin care routine and moved on to Kendra.


“ULP… ULP… ULP…”


“UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH HHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HUUUUUGGGGGGHHH!!!”


He r hands were curled into fists as her stomach puffed upwards. Sergei smiled and nodded, poking her belly, causing her to moan through her tube in pain.


“This is much better, Kendra! You are adapting nicely… Despite your best efforts…”


She stared into his eyes, tears running down the sides of her face. He looked back coldly.


“Your friends are being good girls, but you continue to defy me, Kendra. So, what am I to do? Think of this from my perspective. I am trying to help you girls transform, become all you can be. Of course, I don’t expect you to be receptive to your new lifestyle right away, but Kelly, and Vicky? They are both adjusting, all while you fail to thrive…”


He put a hand on her breast, squeezing it, nudging it with his fingers.


“That bra seems so tight! You’re growing, that’s good! But it cannot be very comfortable in such constricting clothes…”


Kendra nodded desperately.


“Your wrists must be so sore as well…”


Again, she nodded, begging him with her eyes for relief.


“I have here, skin care cream, and new clothes. For you! But, if you want them, I am going to need some cooperation…”


“MMMM!! MMM, MMM, MMM!!” She cried, nodding her head.


“I am not sure I should believe you. I give you so many chances, and you only disappoint me. I am very generous man, Kendra. If you can promise me you can behave, I will let you shower, I will let go of arm restraints, and you will get real food! New clothes! Time to talk to your friends! All I need… Is your cooperation.”


She nodded again, eyes wide and exasperated. Sergei walked over to the feed button, inching his finger closer and closer to it. Kendra began shaking her head fervently, her hair whipping back and forth as her eyes rolled around to her restraints, bony wrists pulling at them futilely.

His finger began to touch the surface of the button as she craned her neck and began to thrash harder and harder. Sergei chuckled and pulled his hand back. She flopped back on the bed, gasping and crying.


Her relief was short-lived as Sergei approached her again and grabbed her lower jaw, staring her dead in the eyes.


“Do not make me regret this, Kendra. I am stronger than you. I will break you. Frustrating me will not work in your favor.”


“Mmmmmm-HMM-HMM-HMMMMMM…� ��


He took the tube from her throat, causing her gasp and huff as she was finally able to easily breathe once again. Sergei undid her restraints, and for a few minutes she just laid there, rubbing her sore wrists. Eventually, she sat up in bed and looked up at Sergei, eyes welling up with more tears.


“Th… Thank you…” She squeaked.


“That is more like it!”


She let her shower and took notes of what shampoo and conditioner she used. He guided her through the cream regiment, and she put on a new outfit. Each girl had been given a laundry hamper as well. Once per week, Sergei would collect them, and wash them for them.


“I know it may seem quite torturous, living here with me… But you are all coming along… Some of you better than others…” Sergei said to them over dinner.


He took care to look directly at Kelly when he said, “Some of you better than others.” Kelly smiled and ate, her appetite proving to be the strongest of the three. When Kendra began eating real food again, she fell into line, at least in regard to eating with her friends. As awkward as it was having Sergei there watching them eat (leaving only to bring them more food or drink), it was better than being isolated in their rooms all day.