chapter 11 - 308

“You’ll work overtime tonight. Try not to pig out during your shift, I want you to save room.” Daniel tossed Josie a clean shirt, her pale blue blouse having served well as her bib. Her eyes were red, but the tears had dried along her swollen cheeks, sticking some crumbs to her face above her lips.

“I suggest you keep this all to yourself” Daniel barked as Josie changed. She sighed in frustration; the polo was a bubblegum pink and stiff with no give. She tugged down, but pale skin sunk out, showcasing her round pudgy belly. She resolved not to cooperate; even if she saw no way out of her situation, she would warn Vicky.

Vicky could still leave.

“Uh uh. I promise it is in your best interest to cooperate, piglet.” Daniel slid his hand under her shirt and lightly squeezed, “Not only are you not allowed to discuss the terms of your contract with other employees, there might be a clause or two regarding punishment if you do.” Josie’s body tingled at his touch. Her skull boiled in anger, he was controlling her life. And yet her knees fell weak and her body shook in his presence.

“You can’t stop me from telling her anything, F*ck you!” On cue, her stomach bubbled and Daniel pressed into her with his palm to savor the sensation.

“I won’t need to. You’ll be much too busy to talk.” Daniel’s smirk pierced deep into Josie’s chest, paralyzing her.

He was just bluffing. She could walk out right now, tell Vicky everything, Yet there was a weight behind his words, an omen of the horror to come if she were to disobey her new master. Every instinct was screaming that he was right, but she had committed.

“Vicky! Vicky, please come here!” Vicky clicked open the door. Daniel locked his gaze on Josie, his expression blank and unchanging. He could feign calmness, but she was about to bust him wide open.

“You can’t trust Daniel! He’s a fraud, he’s—hmmmph!” She chewed, the crisp texture of tomato mixed with breads, grease, and fat producing a low moan. Vicky laughed in response, familiar with her girlfriend in this state.

“I’ll say. He keeps spoilin’ us. Best boss ever, am I right?”

Vicky had lost her, Josie’s mind preoccupied by the intoxication of flavor. She drifted away from her surroundings, lapping up the dressing off her fingers as Daniel handed her another sandwich with the addition of honey ham. It dulled Josie’s brain, her attention encompassed by her greed, hunger, and nothing else. One day she was a proud, athletic woman in control of her life, the next a lunatic’s pet.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“Better let her eat, you know how she gets around food.” Daniel smiled.

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“Oof.” Josie comedically inched forward across the dirt, her swollen feet too weak to get much traction. Daniel hadn’t bothered to clean Josie up, leaving her face and her shirt stained with various condiments and sauces. Bits of tomato speckled across her chest, having missed their intended target. She rubbed deep into her plush belly in an attempt to ease the pain of overstretched skin. Vicky sat at the edge of the bed, giggling at the sight of the sight.

“You knew we were working overtime tonight, you should’ve saved room!”

“Daniel’s crazy,” Josie gathered herself and propped herself onto the bed.

“I know.” Vicky said.

“No, I meant it. Don’t turn in your contract, leave while you still can.” Josie placed her hands on her shoulders and lightly shook.

“Are you okay? You love this job.”

“No—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, ladies.” Daniel silently stood in the doorway, piercing another jolt though Josie’s body. “Let’s begin.”

Daniel brought Vicky a single sandwich accompanied by a dozen baked cookies. “This is a starter for you, just let me know when you need more. I’m going to take care of Josie first.”

Daniel rolled over the cart, revealing the same type of cookies as Vicky and a mixed selection of donut holes. Despite her fullness, her stomach groaned in yearning and without a second thought, she inhaled a couple, pushing the rest away fully satiated.

“All of this is for you, dear Josie! Let me help you.” Daniel grabbed her jar and forced one in, taking her by surprise. She chewed slowly, trying to get it down smoothly, but having his patience tested, he shoved in another, reducing Josie to muffles and moans.

“Ugh. Mmfph. Can’t.” Daniel laid her down on the bed, propping her up with a series of pillows. She could barely get words past the bites, her throat preoccupied with battling her swallows. This was the punishment, her punishment for not behaving. She could tell Vicky everything, but would that just condemn her to the same treatment if she failed? Vicky still hasn’t turned in her papers, she had to warn her, but these thoughts were drowned out by torment of her stomach, Daniel pushing past her limits for his own sick pleasure.

He pressed in another donut hole with his thumb, leaving a bit of frosting which he dabbed onto Josie’s nose. Her groans had long become white noise.

“Please. Daniel. Stop.” Josie gasped.

“I might consider stopping if you do something for me, piggy.”

“Anything.” She was desperate. The pressure had nowhere else to go, her belly expanded out and blushed red. She couldn’t handle it any more.

“Oink for me.”

She shook her head adamantly. No. Vicky was right there, even if she could barely see her through the haze of food. He pressed another donut to her mouth.

“Oink! Oink oink oink!” She squealed.

“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead and she passed out.

“Now, Vicky, about renewing your contract…”