Riley's escape

chapter 4

Now that she was back in his control, the master began fattening her like never before. For an entire 2 weeks, she remained bound to a bed, and was helplessly forced by his staff to eat donuts, steaks, fries, and milkshakes laced with fat making compounds. After the two weeks, he finally released her hands and feet from the bed, and left the room. He then brought in a large, industrial scale and sat in the corner. Riley laid in the bed, she hadn't moved for a week and felt quite weak. Finally, she sat up with a large gasp and looked at her body. She was shocked. She first noticed how fat her feet looked. Her hygiene had been immaculately cared for while she was chained to the bed, and her little toenails were painted red, but nothing prepared her for how fat they looked. Her toes looked like sausages, and her fat feet actually bulged at the top. Her calves did not look much fatter, but her thighs were incredibly fat. She noticed she was not able to close her legs completely, and reached down to feel the roll of fat on each side of her knees. Her stomach covered a third of her thighs in this position, and was divided into two rolls. Her breasts looked huge, and were covered in stretch marks. Even her fingers looked fatter. She tried to simply swing her body of the bed, and realized she could no longer do it. With no muscle and all the fat she had gained in the last two weeks, she was completely out of shape. She lied down, and rolled over to the edge of the massive king bed, and swiveled her legs over the side. She felt an enormous, painful force on the top of her legs, and quickly spread her fat legs to make room for her belly to hang down between them. She then attempted to stand up. She counted to three, let out a large gasp and almost screamed when she felt how heavy she was on her feet. Her knees and ankles screamed for relief, and she quickly sat back down, out of breath. The master laughed at this. She gave him the finger and he came over from his chair and hit her, hard, creating a hand mark on her tender belly. "weigh yourself you fat pig," he said, and Riley obediently stood up again. She waddled across the feet to the scale, fat feet making small steps and belly quaking all the way, and stood on the scale. 334 pounds, the scale said. Riley gasped at the new weight. She now feared the master more than ever. In two weeks, he had made her gain over 50 pounds. She could not ponder on these thoughts for long though, and went back to her bed to catch her breath.

Although she was no longer confined to the bed, she was stuck in the room, and with nothing to do but eat, she continued her rapid weight gain. Riley began to try to walk around the room, but rehabbing her small muscles from being bedbound for two weeks was not easy when she was constantly gaining weight. There was a buffet type spread in her room, and every morning she was forced to eat some sort of pill. This pill made her think of nothing but food. She would usually begin the morning with a full plate of sausage and bacon, another plate of eggs, a few donuts and croissants covered with butter. She would get hungry ever few hours and was easily eating over 15000 calories per day, and could not help it do to the pills she was forced to eat. A few months after weighing herself in at 334 pounds, Riley was feeling particularly fat. She had a massive dinner the night before, eating an entire roast pig, and woke up in the morning realizing she had reached a milestone. She hadn't known how long, but she could no longer see her feet. She slept on her back, and woke up to hunger pains, noticing her mountainous belly. She attempted to sit up, finally achieving it but not before totally ridding herself of being able to breathe. She sat there in a sitting position and examined herself on her bed. She looked like a stuffed balloon. Her stomach was massive. It touched the bed between her thighs, and pushed her breasts up in her face. Her thighs were huge and dimpled, and still touched underneath her massive stomach, which covered over half of them. Her calves were fat and rolled over her little feet, which were too fat for shoes. She then laid back down and rolled over to the side of her bed, swiveling her legs over the edge of the bed and sitting there to catch her breath. She was starved, but since she hadn't weighed herself since she was about 350 pounds, which was almost two months again, she needed to weigh herself. She heaved herself up and waddled to the scale. With a sigh, she hoisted herself up on the scale. She weighed in at 447 pounds. Riley almost had a heart attack. She sat back down on her bed, struggling to catch her breath, and was simply amazed. It scared her to think she was near immobility and the master wanted to make her gain 150 more pounds. As she sat on the edge of her bed, her stomach hung only a few feet above the ground. Before long, she would be a real pig.