chapter 7

I am not completely sure how long I had been in my cage. I had dozed off for what felt like only a few minutes, but, may have been hours. I startled awake when I heard the door to my cage finally opening. Two of the amazon built women entered. They ordered me to my feet. I attempted to rebel at the orders only to discover they may be women but they were very very strong women. The actually laughed at my pathetic efforts to defy them and instead pulled me from my spot and to my feet. Locking a chain around my wrists, ankles and neck the gold chains connected everything together and I was forced to shuffle along the cold marble floor trying to keep my balance. They had me I couldn't run. A sharp pull on a golden leash attached to the collar around my neck reminded me I had no more choice than an animal. They women pulled me sharply along to the open room we had walked through earlier. Pulling me further into the room they pushed me down into a large chair at one end of the table. The chains attached and once again against my will I was made to stay.

It was only a few moments later when my guards suddenly went down to one knee bowing their heads in reverence. I could not turn my head enough to observe our new arrival, but, I had no doubt as to who it was that had just entered the room. My Mistress. I saw the guards return to their feet though they kept their eyes lowered. I felt a soft cool hand caressing my cheek as My Mistress moved to stand in front of me. She gently lowered herself to my lap and still observing me she ran her finger tips through my hair, and softly kissed my lips. Before gaining her feet. I saw her look further down my body. And I saw the quick flash of sadness in her eyes. I had been awakened and dragged from my cell so quickly I had not had the chance to notice the changes in my body after I fell into dreams.

Looking down as much as my collar would let me I noticed my previously very swollen middle had now digested enough to form no more than a small bump. My Mistress truly looked heartbroken over the sight. I had no idea why this should truly disappoint her. Taking a deep breath she seemed to bring her emotions back under control. As ridiculous as it sounds I almost felt sorry for her. It was my body she seemed hell bent on destroying yet I felt a certain sense of sadness for the absence of her smile. Her guards left us completely alone at a gesture. She sat on the edge of the table and looking me deep in the eyes she finally spoke. "I am sure you are greatly confused by all of this,' she began, 'I fully intend to explain everything to you. But first I must tell you of the tradition in this kingdom." With that she removed herself from the table and pulling the lock open on the collar around my neck she invited to observe the paintings along the wall next to the table.

I had not noticed them when we came into the room. And truly looking at them now I realized what I was looking at with a cold dread. So many people all of them immensely FAT! None of them looked any smaller than four or even five hundred pounds. Some even more! I felt the panic rise inside as I realized she fully intended to make me one of them. I had no doubt in my mind. Why else had she tried so hard to stuff me for days and seemed so upset at my belly returning to at least some normality. I looked to my side and tried to find words. She stood still watching the emotions flick across my face. I am sure no color remained in my face. "Why and more importantly why me?" I was able to get out before I let fear steal my voice again.

Cocking her head to one side she placed one arm across her chest and the other held her chin. She seemed to consider for the moment the best way to explain why she was about to ruin my life. At least that was the first thought I had until she gave a small smile.

"I assure you this is not about taking anything away from you. It is an honor. The highest honor my people can grant to any one person," she explained. I could do nothing but give her a completely harsh stare. Obviously she didn't understand who I was. What my body meant to me. I was a world famous athlete. I was about to lose something that meant the world to me and I could do nothing to stop her. I felt the tendrils of fear once again curl up in my stomach. She stood next to my chair and pulling my head back forcing me to look her in the eyes she bent down to my lips and kissed me softly. Before putting the collar back on my neck.

She snapped her fingers and a line of beautiful women began bringing in platters of dishes. I watched in horror as the table began to groan under the weight of all the food being crowded onto the surface. Finally they seemed to be done. And as I felt her fingers once again twine in her fingers I knew she had won I was destined to be even bigger than the largest portrait on the wall. "Open up you fat piece of shit." She ordered and from that moment on my life was to be up to the whims of my mistress.