Chapter 3 - the basement

And for once, it took me ages to fall asleep. I kept mulling over everything he had said. I still knew it was wrong, and I knew I had to escape, he ad said that when he felt I loved him he would untie me, so maybe that is what I had to do, let him do whatever he wants. I will put up no resistance and maybe I can fool him into untying me!! With that idea I fell asleep, dreaming of the great escape and tunnelling my way out if all else fails!

The next morning I was rudely awoken by something being forced into my mouth and then down my throat, it was a plastic tube. I tried to shout, but of course I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't even use my hands to grab it. At the end of the tubing Zach attached a funnel and proceeded to pour a dark brown liquid into it. It was cold and it felt it as it immediately went straight into my belly. Considering I had not eaten in 3 days my belly seemed to have shrunk - which made it so noticeable as this liquid filled it. It really hurt too, and my whole belly felt like it was being stretched to the max. My skin began to feel hot and itchy as more and more liquid was poured into me, and Zach seemed no signs of slowing down. He poured a huge amount into the funnel before smiling to himself as if he was enjoying hurting me.

After the final bit of liquid made its way down the tube Zach carefully removed it and placed it on a shelf against the wall. He came back over to me and smiled again, his gaze on my belly. I opened my mouth as if to shout, but then remembered my plan. And even though I was in so much pain, I really felt like my skin was going to rip, I tried to smile back at him. I'm not sure whether he noticed or not, Zach seemed way more interested in my now very swollen belly. He sat on the sofa and gently placed a hand on it. It really hurt, and I think he sensed this, so he just stood up commented a well done or something along those lines and walked out of the room.

And that was it. That's what happened 3 then 4 then 5 times a day, for over a week. Zach would come in, put the tube down my throat, feed me larger and larger quantities of thick liquids and then leave me to sleep it off. By now my belly could hold 6 litres of liquid easily, and my whole body had changed shape with this feeding.

My boobs had changed from sitting quite small and perky on my chest to now hanging down the sides of my body as I lay down and my belly went from being bloated and hard and being really round and ball like when full of liquid, to gently resting on my thighs and over my sides when it had nothing in it. I could feel rolls and rolls of fat all over my body. Even my thighs were touching now, even though they weren't when they had been tied apart at first.