Chapter 12

12.

In the basement of Kazyr Industries, Kumar Chadha was locked in fierce combat. His heart beat furiously as he sprinted through a maze of trenches.

"Shit shit shit," Kumar mumbled, even the slightest movement causing his gelatinous chins to quiver. Looking back, a pack of wolves was on his toes. The trench stretched out for miles ahead, with more twists, turns, and alternate paths than he could count. Kumar tried to roll down an alley but collided with the earthen wall. Vibration rocked his hands and face. The wolf was about to pounce when he fell to the mud.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Kumar shrieked, throwing his hands in the air. As the wolves sank their teeth into his flesh, he felt something slip from his hands; his eyes going wide. Color began to drain from the world before the wolves suddenly froze in place. Giant golden letters invaded the foreground.

GAME OVER!

YOU LOSE!

SCORE: 1,030,900

Kumar cringed as he heard something plastic clatter against the tile floor. He took a deep breath and put his hand to his face, slipping his fingers under the headset. Pulling it up, Kumar freed himself of the VR console and gasped; the floor had done some damage to the controller he dropped. Its joystick hung limply to one side. Kumar cursed.

"I told you to use the wrist straps."

Jessica Parsons leaned against the beige wall. Her lined face was pulled to a smile. She sported a red pantsuit, crisp and spotless. Kumar, clad in what looked more like a blanket than clothing, frowned from his spot on his reinforced chair.

"It breaks the immersion," he rasped, out of breath.

Jessica giggled and pushed off the wall. She reached Kumar in two long steps, leaning over him.

"How’s my favorite swine doing today?"

Kumar blushed, glad his erection was hidden by the fat it was burrowing into.

"Oink."

Jessica grinned. Kumar sat there, his chest heaving. His mouth gaped, ferrying hurried, shallow breaths to his lungs. Jessica pursed her lips.

"My, my, someone’s out of shape! I told you those VR games were too much for you."

Kumar felt his erection harden. Every part of him was turned on further than he ever thought was possible. He looked at his corporate master. She had cut her hair to just below ear length. Her shoulders were back, posture confident. Kumar's lust ached for her.

Rodrigo always left the Kazyr Industries basement the second he was allowed to every day, but for Kumar, it wasn’t that simple. He was already huge when they started. Just getting on his feet after gorging all day took serious work. He often waited an hour to digest before he could manage to waddle to his car.

One night, as Kumar was approaching the 400 pound mark, Jessica noticed that he was having trouble getting out of his chair. She took the elevator down and unloaded every insult in the book at him, watching as he tried to get out of his chair. His member may have been completely buried not long after that, but then it was easy to spot his reaction to the abuse. Ever since, they got together at closing. The teasing had been relentless, and Kumar had never been more turned on. Being with a woman as dominant as Jessica was on his bucket list.

Sure, Jessica was essentially blackmailing Kumar into becoming a human whale, but if anything, that only made it more erotic. This demon was dominating not only his behavior but his body as well. It was like Jessica was a dominatrix, except instead of whipping her gimps with whips, she filled them with fat. Every night he felt himself fall further under her spell. The weaker and more cumbersome his body became, the more the insults aroused him. Months of sex and food went by, with Kumar’s weight surging higher and higher. Rodrigo looked at Kumar like he was crazy for seemingly eating as much as he could, but deep down, he wanted nothing more than to be Jessica’s pig. They began to understand each other's kinks and turn-ons. Now, Kumar knew what to give his master.

"Well, you see. The games. My arms are just getting so fat."

Jessica grinned and sat on Kumar’s belly. The air went out of his lungs as the chair creaked back.

"Oh yea, tubby?" Jessica leaned forward, thrusting her bust into the fat below Kumar’s chin. He wheezed, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"Huuf, yea," he managed, "swinging them around is so much work these days. I can only play for a few minutes at a time."

Jessica put her palm to one of Kumar’s breasts and squeezed. Fat poured through her fingers as she shook the loose flesh. Suddenly, she stopped.

"I’m moving you to a new pen, pig."

Kumar’s stomach turned inside out. All the arousal he was feeling shattered. Suddenly, the way Jessica had looked at him wasn’t sexy. It looked like she was looking at her next meal. He looked at his swollen legs, the gut that swallowed up his lap. He felt trapped, by Jessica and his own body.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Jessica stood and turned toward the door.

"You’ve gotten too big."

Kumar’s heart began to beat faster. He tried to get out of his chair, grunting as his legs protested under the strain. Kumar felt his bulk begin to rise when Jessica turned back. She smirked and pushed Kumar back with her index finger on his forehead. He squealed as his fat assaulted the chair, a series of creaks echoing around the room. One overstuffed hand rubbed at the spot she touched.

"What, are you gonna trap me here? I can crush you!"

Jessica didn’t hold back her laughter. Her head fell back, the high-pitched cackles sounding like a witches.

"You have the energy to try and lift your fat ass two more times, tops, before you're exhausted. You've eaten ten times more calories than taken steps since I got my claws into you. You are the definition of a bag of lard."

Kumar grimaced. He knew she was right. It was hard enough getting up the first time. His lip began to quiver. Jessica put a hand on his shoulder.

"You didn’t let me finish."

Kumar looked up, questioning.

"I told you, you've grown too big. And it’s true. You're in the 400 club now. That is too big for the subway, and most cars. Here are your options. You can be let out into the wild and fend for yourself in miserable squalor. Or, you can come with me and be with other pigs who let their appetites get out of control."

Kumar looked past Jessica with dead eyes. He figured something like this might happen. Since things had turned sexual, he had done research on kinks and weight. He might not have known before, but now it was clear Jessica had a serious feeding and fat fetish.

"Are you gonna make me do any… weird shit?" Kumar asked.

Jessica looked puzzled for a moment before shaking her head.

"Nope. We just want to watch you eat and be your big, beautiful self."

"We?"

"Yo u’ll see."

Kumar looked at Jessica, knowing there was only one option.

"Oink."

****
The next day, a 289-pound pound Rodrigo Tortella waddled into the feeding room in the basement of Kazyr Industries. He took a look at the massive, empty steel chair next to Kumar's desk. There was an emptiness in the room that he couldn't place. There was less of Kumar’s crap scattered around than usual, but the place was cleaned periodically. It wasn't that strange. The slots at each end of the conveyor belt in the middle of the room opened, with the sound of a small engine starting up. Rodrigo plopped into his own oversized chair.

"Well, I’m sure he’ll be in soon."

A plate came out of the conveyor belt. Rodrigo cursed his mouth for daring to water for it, as it held a typical massive bowl of loaded tater tots. Rodrigo grabbed the bowl and greedily dug in before coming to a stop. He looked up. There wasn’t a second bowl. The fork fell from his hands, clattering on the table.

***

Looking past the cast iron gate ahead of the limousine, Kumar couldn’t believe his fortunes. There was a long, curved driveway surrounded by landscaped flower beds, with lampposts positioned every fifty feet until the view was cut off. This wasn’t just a ‘place,’ as Jessica had said. ‘Place,’ conjured images of a dank basement filled with the morbidly obese. This was an estate.

Jessica looked up into Kumar’s sunken brown eyes. He smiled awkwardly. His gut sat between his thighs and anchored him to the plush cushions. Kumar figured his first time in a limo would have felt classy, but he felt more like a wounded animal being carted to the preserve.

"So, still worried?" Jessica asked.

Kumar didn’t answer at first. The light posts flitted by until the house came into view, stealing Kumar’s attention. It truly was an estate. Broad and covered in dark-stained shingles, it stuck out from the trees that surrounded it like the world's fanciest treehouse. He looked back at Jessica, who had a bemused smile on her lips. Kumar swallowed, not sure how to feel.