The Thief and the Mistress

Chapter 1

“So how is my cute little cat burglar doing?” The mistress calls as she walks down the stairs into your cell. “Looking nice and plump I see”
The tall and slender blonde woman steps closer to you. Feeling one of your large breasts.
“What fun it is to see a thin girl blossom like you did” She smiles as she looks at your figure “Not even the drunkest tavern patron could now ever imagine you being the famously pretty master thief.”
You open your mouth, but the mistress shoves fried pork in your mouth to keep you from talking.
“Just use your mouth for eating you fat pig” She says cold. “An obese blob like you has to keep growing for her mistress”
A firm slap to the side of your huge gut makes you yelp. She chuckles at your discomfort.
“Hard to imagine you were once a trim 135 pound elven girl. Posing as pretty peasant girl…trying to rob me” The mistress looks angry for a moment before smiling “You used to run all the time, jump roofs escape my guards” She squeezes your fat hips “Entertain me, how about you show me how you get up and waddle around?”
You mumble something, but by now you know better than to go against the mistress her wishes. You groan as you start moving your obese figure to the bed, the mistress cautiously getting out of your way. You need to use the belts hanging from the celling to move around. The first bit was though, but it only gets harder as you have to haul your enormous ass standing.
“My god look at how pathetic you are” The mistress says laughing with one hand in front of her mouth “I thought elves were always gracious and nimble?” She picks up one of your breasts and lets it slap against your obese figure “Your lucky you elves have stronger muscles or else you wouldn’t be able to move at all, you fat pig!”
Finally you are standing. This always made you feel huge. You were always tall at 6’2’’ easily six to seven inches taller than the mistress, but weighing 900 pounds also made you wide and heavy.
“Look at how out of breath you are” The mistress said gleeful “And are you sweating?”
Her hand firmly slaps your meaty hips, causing your body to jiggle.
“Walk pig!” She says stern “I want to see you struggle to move all that lard!”
You start your slow waddle. Each step was excruciating, costing insane amounts of effort, and you weren’t moving in a gentle flowing movement at all. The mistress just laughed at your misery.
“Better get used to this ***, because it’s not like I will ever allow you to lose weight again.” She says joyful “Just look at all that quivering lard! Your ass has become huge!” She squeezes one of the enormous cheeks “All that pale blubber because I made sure you kept eating and eating and eating.” She steps in front of you and looks up at you while you catch your breath “Speaking of eating. I guess you should have a little snack from all that walking.” She walks to the side and comes back with your special breads. “I am still proud for inventing these breads. Sugared dough heavy from the butter, sliced with pork lard and flavored with more sugary goodness” She tears off a piece of the bread and stuffs it in your mouth “Perfect for a *** like you” You didn’t hate the taste. Not anymore at least, but you would describe as tolerating it. “Just hear your breathing, like you ran across town!” She chuckles and feeds you more. Like an owner would feed her horse…or cow. “We sure stretched that tiny elven stomach of yours. Did you know I make you eat 25 times the amount of food regular elf servants eat?” You groan and the mistress chuckles “Just wait till summer I will have you at 30!” She jiggles one of your rolls. “God it must be hard to move around, it feels so heavy” She stuffs more bread in your mouth “That is surely not going to get easier as you keep getting fatter”
You feel exhausted and look over your shoulder. You were only a few steps away from your bed, yet you felt like you had climbed a mighty mountain.
“Yes just a few steps is all it takes nowadays” The mistress smirks “Maybe if you exercised a bit more, this would be a bit easier?” She shoves more of the bread between your lips. “Even if I would allow you to lose weight it would never be possible anymore”
She puts her finger in your belly button and pushes watching much of her lower arm disappear in your fat.
“You are my fat pig now” She says looking you into the yes “and you only have one task in your life” She shoves more bread in your mouth “Becoming the disgusting fat blob you were always meant to be! Growing fatter for me…forever!”