chapter 6; alone

3rd person POV

The week was almost up and Silas was itching to see his father and Beatrice off so that he could continue his debut with his hungry piglet. Katy of course had been skipping her workouts, instead going out to breakfast with Silas every morning. This let her mother think they were working out together and Katy managed to avoid her enough that she didn't notice her expanding body. Every morning Silas would take her to some sort of breakfast buffet or a fast food restaurant and stuffing her as he did the first full night. They talked and became closer as they developed strong feelings for each other. Katy also snacked as much as she possibly could everyday and with Silas' help she never ran out of fat cakes, honey buns, chocolate cupcakes, cookies, chips, and various high calorie beverages.
The morning Ryan and Beatrice left was awkward. Beatrice hugged her daughter and not so subtly squeezed her body. "You know Katy you should really up your workout regiment. I'll email you a new one when we land. I'll also send a list of foods. You need to cut back or else you'll get chubby. Love you sweetie." Katy rolled her eyes while pressed into her mother's small perky breasts. "Alright mom. Love you too." As the car drove off Silas came up beside her and spoke quietly in her ear, "hmmm chubby. That's not even the half of it, right kitten?" She whimpered as she leaned closer to him, his roaming hands pinching all the new fat they'd been adding to her widening hips. She had started this move at 123 and was now up to 130. Silas had made sure to count calories and add a little less than a lbs every day for the week and a half she'd been there.
He took her hand and led her back inside. "Come piglet. I think I'd like to show you my toys." She shivered and followed willingly knowing there was probably a dark spot on her shorts as she dripped at his voice. He had requested she where the same shorts and shirt as she had the first day she stuffed, saying he would love to "see her popping stitches." And she didn't doubt he meant it. She had taken 10 whole minutes to tug the shorts past her hips and bum and another 5 to get them bottoned. They cut almost painfully into her love handles and every spare inch of fat spilled over the top. They went up the stairs and into his room. It was similar to hers but with darker colors. The walls were a dark crimson and the furniture was black. He also had a large balcony with wide glass doors so the light was soft, yet mysterious. "Sit." He commanded pointing to a cushioned chair which sat next to two large doors. His closet? She sat and noticed that the chair had a hole in it which lined up with her womanhood. Before she could think about that though she found him strapping her wrists snuggly to the armrests with padded leather. She gasped but did not resist. She was already soaked at his dominance. His hard on was growing as he watched all her newfound fat seep out of the top of the shorts her tank top not containing the sliver of skin that pushed out of the bottom. Her thighs pushed up out of the leg holes and the fat caused her legs to spread yet still rub together slightly. Her bra barely contained her breasts as they struggled for release and the straps cut into her shoulders.
"Now kitten," he rasped making her squirm. "Shall we begin?"