chapter 2

“Oh please, I know I’m not your type. There’s no way you would have agreed to go on a date with me.” Randy was right, Cleo didn’t exactly go for skinny guys that wore glasses, the few times he had seen her with men they had been well built, muscular guys with handsome features, though, he’d never seen her with the same guy twice.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, I do like my men with a little more meat on the bone.” she replied.

“See! And that’s why you’re here.”

“Do you think drugging me, kidnapping me, tying me to a chair and holding me against my will is going to change my taste in men?” she asked.

“No. But I think that once my plan is complete you won’t be able to be so picky with who you decide to date. You see, I intend on fattening you up, so much so that those type of men wouldn’t look twice at you, I’m going to turn your slim and tan figure into a pasty, doughy girl who I might just have a shot with!” he announced menacingly.

“So, you’re going to feed me up until I get fat and then maybe you’ll have a shot?”

“Err... yes!” he laughed a maniacal laugh but Cleo didn’t seem impressed.

“So, where’s the food?”

“It’s... it’s coming... aren’t you frightened? Scared to lose your perfect figure? I figured you’d be in more distress honestly.” he said, obviously confused at her nonchalant attitude.

“I mean maybe? I dunno, I’m pretty hungry so I’m kinda interested in what you got to fatten me up with.” she replied, still unphased by the situation.

Randy scrunched up his face in confusion, “Well, you just wait right there and I’ll be back momentarily!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” she replied, struggling a little against her bonds.



A little while later Randy re-emerged in the basement carrying a bakery tray full of pastries, much to the disappointment of Cleo, “Old pastries from the coffee shop? Really?”

“Yes!” replied Randy, “I’ve been taking home extras for weeks and freezing them, there’s plenty more where these came from, I can assure you.”

Randy proceeded to start feeding the pastries to his captive love interest who was surprisingly willing to allow him to hand feed her. One by one the pastries disappeared into Cleo’s mouth, over half the tray had been eaten without her showing any sign of protesting of being full. Eventually though, she refused to take another bite, “What’s the matter? Feeling a little full my future fatty?” gloated Randy.

“Maybe a little,” replied Cleo, “I’m just a bit thirsty from all of these dry pastries and I figured you’ve probably stockpiled a bunch of bottles of soda or something so how about you bust them out so I can have a drink?”

Randy was shocked, this wasn’t how he envisioned his plan going and he felt a little out of control with how Cleo was not only seemingly fully accepting of his plan but was also asking him to deliver on it. “Oh... you want a drink, do you?! Well let’s see if you’re still as happy to drink what I have upstairs for you!”