Consequences

Chapter 1: Abandon All Hope

"Ding-dong"
Greta looked around at the large imposing house in front of her as she rang the doorbell. She and her boyfriend Trent, had been dating for seven months now and tonight was the first time she was going to his house. She understood why, the house was enormous. It looked like something out of an old movie;, a gothic mansion with a large gate surrounding it. Trent's parents had a lot of money and the house had been in his family for generations.
Greta was nervous about the invite, unsure how to dress, she had on a pair of tight black jeans and a casual blouse. She looked professional but not overdressed. At twenty-five she was pretty, with a slight pear figure, she had had her fair share of boyfriends, then she met Trent. They had met at a friend of a friend's party. He seemed like a nice guy and the two quickly decided to get coffee after the party.
After seven months of dating she had learned one his strangest quirks, he was obsessed with the number seven; nearly compulsiveness of it. Either he did things in 7s or he did them at 7. He was an artist and was working on a piece that had to do with the number seven. Tonight, he said he would be finishing his masterpiece, and then he could focus everything on his one true love, which Greta assumed meant her.
They had been out to eat on many dates. Each time he bought her more than she thought she could possibly eat, but he seemed so sure that she could do it, plus she liked the challenge of trying to finish it. Not that the food hadn't taken its toll. Her soft curves became softer and her number of pant sizes got higher, but even as her waistline grew, Greta's need for Trent did as well. Now tonight had arrived and hopefully she would be allowed to spend the night with her love.
The door opened quietly; without the rusty squeak of most horror film doors, Trent was standing there in a light button-down shirt and a pair of tastefully faded jeans.
"Greta" he said hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. She giggled, she loved when he did that. "Come in I just opened some wine for us". He led her down a long hallway to a surprisingly modern living room. Greta winced as she sat down on the couch feeling her butt spread out under her, toward the edges of the cushion. Since she passed a size 18 she had started to feel more self-conscious about her body, though she was glad that most of the weight was going to her ass and breast, rather than her belly.
Trent handed her a glass of bubbly liquid, probably Champaign "A toast to my masterpiece" he exclaimed, flourishing his hands theatrically, "and" he added looking Greta in the eyes "to us, may we each fulfill our wildest dreams". They both drained their glasses. As she set her glass down Greta felt a light pressure in her stomach, "Probably from the CO2 in the Champaign" she thought. She pressed her hands to her stomach to try and relieve some of the pressure. it did little good other than remind her how soft her body had become over these last few months.
"So my dear, would you like to see my work so far? Then you can watch me finally finish it." Trent asked getting up. It was clear he was waiting for something. Since his toast he had been fiddling with something in his pocket. He stood up and offered her his hand. Pulling her to his chest and then leading her down the hall.
As they walked Greta could feel her butt wiggle a bit behind her, followed by a slight rumble in her stomach. Greta looked up at Trent "After you finish could we go get something to eat I'm kinda hungry"
"Don't worry dearest after I finish you will have everything you desire and more"
Soon they got to the end of the hall and Trent opened the door, leading Greta down a long flight of stairs with a slight pinch to the ass. Greta blushed and as they walked Trent narrated with an air that he had given this speech many times before. “Everyone talks about how America is the land of the free, it's true, we are free to choose our own paths but, we are not free from the consequences of our actions. Everything has a price and we all must pay it, sinners must be punished. And that is what caused me to create this bit of living art."
They came to a dark round room with seven doors, on each door a single word was painted in black dripping paint: Pride, Envy, Lust, Wrath, Greed, Sloth and Gluttony. Greta grabbed Trent and pulled him close. Suddenly afraid of what he might have done behind these doors. She then pulled him tighter. Suddenly afraid of him, yet at the same time needing him to anchor her.
Two of the doors bothered her more than anything else, Lust, and Gluttony, the latter espically given her new plumper physic. "Don't worry my dear," Trent cooed "There is no one in my hell that doesn't belong here." Greta was able to get one last look at the doors before her world turned black