Chapter 4 - the basement

"Annie you are starting to look so gorgeous, I am sorry you have been tied up for so long, now I know I have kept you clean, and made sure you were as comfortable as possible, but I'm sure you would like a bath? And I want to rearrange the room for you, as I feel you are ready to start enjoying yourself too now."

I wasn't sure what to make of this, a bath, he was going to untie me, im going to have a bath, maybe he will leave me alone and I can make a run for it, so I smiled, at him and with all my control I replied...

"I would love a bath thank you Zach, that would be very kind of you"

He disappeared upstairs and then came down stairs again to tell me my bath was ready. He carefully untied me and helped me up. I hadn't stood up for nearly 2 weeks and I had gained a huge amount of weight in that time, in fact it shocked me to feel how heavy I felt and how my belly seemed to flop down against me as I took little steps. I was very weak as my muscles hadn't been used for awhile and just climbing the stairs out of the basement was hard work. I was out of breath and realised that even if I could, I wouldn't be able to make a run for it, I could barely stand alone, let alone move at speed.

So I just stepped into the bubble bath and tried to relax, it felt good and I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was back at home in my own house. I could hear Zach downstairs moving things and banging things, I had no idea what he was doing, But then they way I figured it, he hadn't killed me yet, so hopefully things would just get better, and soon I can escape.

Zach came back into the bathroom, and just sat on the side of the bath chatting away to me, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He even washed my hair for me, and then held my hands to steady me as I climbed out f the bath. I noticed him glance at something in the corner of the room and followed his gaze. It was some scales, fear loomed in me, I hated knowing he was making me fat. But then I knew this was what he wanted, and that I had to show him I was happy with everything, so I took a step over to them, even managed a little giggle before I stepped on them. 240Lbs.

"HOLY SHIT, ive got so fat, I was less than 200 last time I weighed myself"

Zach just smiled, but did say I was no where near fat enough.
He led me back downstairs and the first thing I noticed was the strange thing hanging from the ceiling, it kind of looked like some bizarre swing, with strong chains holding it on large metal hooks. I must have look taken aback as for the first time I felt Zachs grip tighten on me as if he thought I would make a run for it. If only he knew how weak I felt.

He kind of rambled on about the weather and his last years holiday as he lowered the 'swing' and attached different bits of it to different bits of me. I was just frozen to the spot, I had such an uneasy feeling. Zach looked over me, seemed happy with everything then went over to the wall and used a pulley to lift me into the air. I felt very exposed here, my legs were wide apart, my arms were kind of behind me but all of me was supported by all the different swing bits and straps. I was just hovering in mid air. Still naked.