Chapter 1

Today is the day my contract ends. I will no longer need to work for someone else or my own debt. Now I will begin my own life, at least I thought I would.

My creditor handed me a map, I gave him a firm handshake and I was on my way to the city. I took an arduous walk down the country roads. As I made it over a hill, another hill twice its size would appear in its place.

I walked about 2 hours before I made it to the outskirts. I didn’t mind the walk, the work in the tobacco fields was much more exhausting and kept me in shape. I continued walking until I found myself at what appeared to be a collection of household shops. I took my eye on one selling apples since I was craving one.

The lady who worked the stand was much larger than anyone I had ever seen in my home country, and larger than my creditor. In fact, upon looking around the town, almost everyone in this city market was around her size, nobody appeared to be going hungry in this town.

The lady asked “How are you? I haven’t seen you around here before young man. Would you like to have any apples? 1 for 3 pennies, 2 for a nickel, or 5 for a dime.”

“I’m doing well, just finding my place in town. Unfortunately, I don’t have any money, if I could work the stand for you until I pay off an apple that would set me.” I replied back.

“So you don’t plan on just passing through? Please come inside, it isn’t safe for you out here.” She replied back. I cautiously followed behind her movements, walking into what appeared to be her house. “Would you like a cup of tea? I have peppermint and rose petal. And please, feel free to make yourself at home.”

The house was decorated in lots of hand made but complex patterned fabric. Like a grandmother’s house would look. I take a seat on one of the 3 sofas. “I would love some peppermint tea, do you have honey?” I replied, trying best to get myself comfortable.

She pours me a glass of hot water over the peppermint tea leaves and places a jar of honey next to it. Now that all was situated, the lady said, “I suppose I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Marnie. You’re quite lucky you talked to me first, my neighbors would love to turn you in for a chunk of change. What brings you here?”

“I’m Tucker. Actually, I was indentured by Mr. Randolf from the town over, I couldn’t be more thankful for his generous contributions to me.” I said.

“Oh Chris, he’s so forgetful, he would forget to tell you something like that.” Marine replied. “I swear he meant nothing of it.”

“What exactly would’ve he meant?”

“Right, right, I still haven’t told you. There is a witch that rules over this town, and she doesn’t do kindly to skinny and athletic people living here. It’s told that it messes with her potions” Marnie said. “If you were to be turned in, she will make an example of you and plump you up to twice the weight of what she mandates.”

“Well, what’s stopping me from leaving?”

“By the time you leave, the witch will be ready to pick up those who overstayed their welcome still out on the street. You will have to stay the night.” Marnie replied. “Unless you are to have a vehicle of your own…”

“I can just leave tomorrow morning then right?” I said.

“That won’t be so easy, please follow me.” Marnie directed me towards a bookshelf on her wall. The bookshelf slid revealing a spiral staircase with a blindingly bright light. She walked me down the stairs to find a room with a girl physically illuminating the room. The room was filled with a bed, a table and some chairs, along with a dresser. “This is Azalea, you’ll be her new roommate. She’s been here a few months. Before the witch does her sweep each night, she casts a glow spell on every adult in the town who is under 300 pounds. The only way to break this spell is to become 300 pounds like everyone else. Azalea here has gained about 80 pounds since she showed up. You’re about the same weight as one another, so you probably won’t have to worry about being alone when she leaves. Azalea why don’t you introduce yourself?”

As Azalea approached she looked like a wild animal regarding mannerisms and looks, having frizzy blonde hair and a large white tshirt and nothing else. “Hi, I’m Azalea,” she said very faintly. Then she walked back to sit on the corner of her bed.

“Alright Tucker, I will get you both some hearty meals going, it’s probably best to start at it. I’ll leave you two be.” Marnie said on her way out.

As the door closed, Azalea watched me like she hadn’t another person in months, which technically was true aside from Marnie. She silently stared me down for a good 30 seconds before sprinting and jumping up at me. Despite her shortness, her weight alone was able to make me fall back. On the ground, she crawled to my chest and said, “Hi Tucker. You’re cute.”

I could feel a bit of her stomach sagging down onto me before she started rubbing her groin and butt right on my pelvis. At this point I had to push her off. I said “We just met! What made you think you could do that?”

Azalea mumbled under her breath, “Oh, I’m sorry…”

Despite everything, I genuinely believed she was sorry. Just looking at her she was a mess. Everything about her was primal and unlearned. It was more than apparent she needed human contact. Soon I would be in the same situation. Upon realizing this, I came up and gave her a hug.

“It’s okay, I believe you.” I replied. She hugged back twice as hard as me. As we were hugging, I drifted into thinking my future was going to be locked up here for the next couple of months, maybe even years. After dwelling on the concept for a while, she is still gripping onto me. I gave her some pats and rubs on the back and she still was gripping onto me.

At last we are interrupted by Marnie walking into the room with large bowls of soup and two loaves of bread. Marnie broke our silence by saying “Oh it’s good to see you’re getting along well. Try to get your meal down while it’s still warm, it’s better that way. I’ll be back in a few hours with another meal.”

Azalea broke our hug and swiftly makes it to the table. I sit down at a table in a chair opposite of Azalea. She was demolishing her food like a cavewoman. I don’t know how I’d be able to eat this at all, let alone while it’s still warm.

Not before long Azalea was finishing up her food while I still hadn’t even made it halfway. Once she was done she just stared me down. This didn’t help me in any way, I honestly probably was now going slower.

“Do you need something?” I asked her.

“What?” Azalea asked back.

“Is there anything you need or are you just going to stare at me?” I reiterated.

“Oh, sorry I was just drifting off. Do you need any help?” She asked.

“I actually would-“ I say, and before I finish she walks to a dresser and opens a drawer to pull out a metal funnel with a rubber watering hose attached to the other end.

She pulls over her chair to my side of the table and naturally I pull mine out to face outwards. Without a break she puts the end of the funnel to my mouth and starts pouring my bowl into the top. I didn’t stop her because I was hoping she’s working from experience.

The soup felt very different going through the tube, but it was easier. Before I could recognize I’ve had more than a couple bites, she was pouring more. I hear a clank from the spoon on the bowl as she places the now bowl onto the table. All that was left was the soup in the funnel, and before too long that was gone too.

I now had only a loaf of bread to finish since I couldn’t really dip it into the soup when it was going through the funnel. As much as I wanted this was not going to go down. I guess the good thing about the bread is that it won’t go cold. So I leave it on the table for later.

I try to get up from the chair and immediately recognize that as a bad idea. I could feel the soup begging to escape.

“You’ll need to wait a couple minutes before you go to the bed.” Azalea said. “Then you should be fine to go lay down.”

After 10 to 20 minutes I give it another go at standing and it’s still hard with the bloat of my stomach, but it doesn’t hurt the same way. I walk to the bed and plop down on it, and Azalea moves me on my right side. It feels like I have another limb supporting me on my side and it’s my gut. Before long I daze off into a nap.

When I wake up I’m greeted with my arms wrapped around Azalea as opposed to a pillow like it normally would. She is facing the same direction with her plump tush rubbing against my slight boner acquired from my nap. I can tell she is still awake, making small noises with the rubs. Now much more than before, it’s hard to fight my primal urges to have sex. I still have the willpower to fight off the urges today, but Azalea is persistent, and it’s not like I will be leaving anytime soon.