Chapter 13

As the weeks passed I noticed at first small changes in her. Of course, now people were looking at her differently, guys were talking at her in the streets, the public transportations, at the University. I know she was enjoying that. Since she had to change all of her wardrobe, she started to put sexier outfits that were skin tight. She even started to put mini skirts and belly opened top. She was also always horny, and was jumping on every time we crossed path. That was real good since she was moving easier and easier the days passing. But, somehow something else changed in her behavior towards me, in her eyes.

One night we were watching TV snuggled against each other, when suddenly, out of the blue, she told me that I needed to weight more, a lot more and that from now on she was going to take care of that. I agreed, but something didn't feel right. And she did feed me big time, I was nearly all the time bloated to the max starting to wobble instead of walking. She was slapping my now huge butt cheeks on any occasions she got and told me that she was very pleased with my new girth. In less that three weeks, I was weighting around 260 pounds. I had more difficulties to walk and I tired faster. When I told her that, she said that I should work from home for now on, and I did. It didn't help me much since after that decrease in my exercise rate, I was gaining around 10 pounds a week.

When I reached the 320 pounds mark, I tried to tell her that for me, this was going to be dangerous to go further and she answered that she would find a way at her lab, she wanted me to pig out. Luckily for me, I obtained a respite from her feeding craze.

And she even put aside her actual researches, she had to find a way to infect me without turning me into a woman. It took her weeks to figure out something strange in my blood. But apparently one day she did, she arrived at home with a pale face and didn't speak much that night. I asked her what was wrong, but she gave me elusive answers, telling me that everything was going to be fine. “Going to” I thought to myself as I went to bed, strange...

Two days later she called me in the afternoon, panicked. “They're after you, take as much money as you can and run!” was all she could say before hanging up. I tried to call her back, but with no success. Scared to death, I ran to the bank, emptied my account and flew with the fist train I could catch. Once arrived I tried to reach her, but her cell phone number was deactivated. Maybe better for her, since I was apparently a wanted man, they wouldn't make the connection and nobody new I was with her since a was a pretty solitary man. Luckily for us, five skinny girls took the pill at her lab that year, I guessing that's why none of them are keeping me company in your bunker.

It still took you more that three month to catch me. It was because of that damned phone to my mom to ask her money that your guys found me. I should have known better.