Chapter 13 - One Goal

No one was allowed to know that Dominus was alive and well; not that anyone was looking for him. A rogue F80 on the loose? That should have made the news, surely? Instead, Dominus spent his time doing what he had become very good at: pushing Emily’s kinks and appetite into overdrive.

Emily had no idea how much heightened the experience would be, being physically stuffed by Dominus, feeling his large hands rubbing her belly and his teasing voice whispering into her ear; not to mention the sex. She was being indulged in every single way she could imagine.

However, despite all the pleasure that came with having Dominus around, the large, muscular stud wasn’t there for Emily alone. Perhaps that was what made him so sexy; the man always had his own agenda as well. He did not need to sleep or eat himself, and so there were many hours when Emily had little comprehension of what he was actually up to, searching through the internet and seemingly busy on something.

His body was incredible: an example of imposing physical perfection. He rarely covered himself and his large, strong hands regularly clamped with precision onto Emily’s ever increasing blubber, providing the perfect contrast that was so arousing.

Once again, Emily’s weight was spiralling out of all control. Dominus wasn’t just encouraging her to overeat anymore. He was telling her what to eat and when to eat it. Inside that clever mind was a wealth of knowledge and research into weight gain; with internet access to even more. He would refuse Emily the foods she craved in favour of the ones she needed, keeping her hungrier for longer, and absolutely flooded with calories. He was skilled in human psychology. He knew how Emily worked, as if he had studied her for decades and understood exactly how to handle her, as well as how to make her incomprehensibly fat. That unfathomable mind of his was an encyclopedia, with a photographic memory of how Emily’s body looked. Each morning he would make her stand whilst he pointed out even the tiniest, minute changes that the incredible amounts of food were making to her body.

With her new role, Emily now found herself working from home a lot more. Although she had suspected it for some time, she now found that Dominus was the one tweaking her work and reports for the purpose of allowing her more time to focus on her gains. She could sit back and let Dominus type for half an hour and then enjoy the rest of their day together. It also came to Emily’s attention that it was Dominus who had sent her the footage from the elevator with Steve. He hadn’t tried to sugar coat things. He’d sabotaged the relationship to speed up Emily’s gains. He’d listened in to Steve’s microphone at work and uncovered the gentle flirtation with his colleague. All it had taken was a deliberate elevator malfunction, combined with heater issues, and the sparks had been flying. Steve had been removed from the situation forever. Something that, Emily had to admit, was ultimately for the best. It was hard to judge Dominus by human standards. Every decision he made was so considered and calculated beforehand; selecting from multiple different alternatives. Guilt just wasn’t something he experienced.

Nor was the hunger that he had so expertly cultivated within Emily…