Chapter 1

Chapter 1
The bookstore had been warm with chatter, the scratch of pens, the polite laughter of fans eager for a signed copy. Addy had thrived on it, smiling until her cheeks hurt, grateful for every person who stood in line. She never noticed the one man who didn't approach, who lingered in the back with unreadable eyes fixed solely on her.
The last thing she remembered clearly was packing up, her hand brushing over the stack of her novels, exhaustion settling into her bones. The next was a blur. A strange taste in her mouth, a spinning sensation, darkness.
Addy woke to silence.
The sheets beneath her were too stiff, too clean. Her wrists tugged and she realized they were strapped down, leather buckles biting into her skin. Panic seized her chest. The room was dim, the air heavy with the smell of something sweet. A voice came from the shadows.
"You're awake."
A tall man stepped into the light. Sharp features softened by a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His gaze swept over her body, slow, deliberate. "So thin," he murmured, almost wistful. "Fragile. I couldn't let that continue."
Addy's throat tightened. "W-what do you want?"
He pulled up a chair beside the bed. There was a table with an assortment of pastries, snacks, pasta, pizza and a heavy cream substance.
"My name is Zade," he said calmly. "And what I want is simple. I'm going to take care of you. You won't have to worry about anything again. No tours, no deadlines, no hunger." His hand brushed her wrist, not unkindly, as he lifted the spoon. "All you have to do is eat. And grow."
Addy turned her head away, trembling. But Zade only chuckled softly. "That's all right. You'll learn. I have time. And I promise, you'll be beautiful once I'm finished with you."
He brought a pastry up to her lips, warm, sweet, and flaky. "Open up."
Chapter 2
Time blurred into something shapeless.
Addy never knew if it was morning or night- only that the light shifted faintly through the high, curtained window, and Zade was always there. Ready to feed her, and admire his work.
Her wrists and ankles remained bound, firm but not painful, leaving her helplessly pinned to the bed. At first she had strained against the straps, hoping the effort would loosen them. But hours of struggling had only left her sore, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. Now, she didn't even try.
Her body was weakening. Days without movement dulled the strength in her limbs. She could feel it in the way her arms ached, the way her legs seemed heavier when she flexed against the restraints. What little tone she'd had softened, fading as surely as her freedom.
And Zade noticed everything.
"You're getting weaker," he said one evening, almost pleased, as he set down a tray brimming with food. Pasta swirled in cream, thick slices of buttered bread, and bowls of pudding with added weight gain powder. "That's good. You won't fight me as much."
Addy's lips pressed tight, her eyes burning. Zade always pushed her limits. Spoonful by spoonful, bite by bite, his persistence wore her down. Hunger always won eventually, and he was ready when it did.
Each meal left her heavy and sluggish, warmth pooling in her belly until she drifted into restless sleep. When she woke, he was there again with more. Always more.
The strangest part was the gentleness. He wiped crumbs from her lips with the corner of a napkin, brushed stray hairs from her damp forehead, murmured soft reassurances as though she were fragile china he was determined not to crack.
"You don't see it yet," he whispered once, after coaxing her through half a shake so thick it clung to the straw. His eyes gleamed with certainty. "But you're going to be so much more than you are now. Softer. Fuller. Exactly what you were meant to be."
Addy turned her face to the wall, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. She hated how weak she felt, how her body ached from stillness, how easily he filled her when she swore she wouldn't take another bite.
But Zade only smiled, patient as ever. He had time. And every day she was a little weaker, a little bigger.
Chapter 3
One morning Addy woke up and there was a mirror on the ceiling above her. It hadn't been there before. Overnight, Zade had fastened a broad pane of glass directly to the ceiling above her bed. When she woke, the sight of her own reflection greeted her, cruelly clear in the dim light.
At first, she hardly recognized herself.
Her face was rounder, cheeks pillowed with softness that blurred her once-fine jawline. A faint double chin appeared whenever she swallowed. Her arms, once slim and lightly toned from hauling boxes of her books on tour, now pressed thick against the leather straps, skin dimpling where it met the edges.
Her chest had swelled noticeably, heavy curves spilling against the confines of her shirt stretching it to the limit. But it was her stomach that shocked her most. It rose in a soft dome, pushing gently outward with every shallow breath. It was no longer the flat plane she remembered but a curve that pooled slightly to either side of her waist, her hips broader beneath it. She had developed a large stomach roll that her shirt couldn't contain.
Addy gasped, straining against the restraints as though she could push the reflection away. "No... no, I'm so fat. What did you do?"
Zade was already there, of course, tray in hand. He followed her gaze upward, his mouth curving into a satisfied smile. "Beautiful, isn't it? I told you, you'd grow into something worth admiring."
"I'm not-" Her voice broke. She tore her eyes from the mirror only to feel the weight of her own body pressing into the mattress, heavier than she remembered, slower to move. "I didn't want this!"
Zade set the tray down, leaning close. His tone was maddeningly calm, almost tender. "You were 120 pounds when I found you. Fragile. Breakable. Look at you now. A hundred and ninety... stronger. Softer. Weaker."
Her throat constricted with shame and rage. She turned her face away, blinking hot tears. "I won't eat anymore."
The words came out shaky but fierce, a desperate flare of control.
For a moment, Zade only studied her, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then he exhaled softly, brushing a hand through her hair with unnerving gentleness. "That's all right," he murmured. "I have my methods to keep you growing. You can fight me, Addy, but you won't like the outcome." He forced a funnel in her mouth and hooked it up to a large container. Then walked out and left her staring at the ceiling, the reflection of her fuller body. Every curve, every softened angle was undeniable proof of what he had done... and what he wasn't finished doing.
Chapter 4
When Addy woke again, it was different. Her body felt strange, heavy in ways she couldn't place. Her arms sank into her sides, cushioned by softness that hadn't been there before. Her belly pressed outward, straining against the thin fabric of her shirt, the weight of it spilling to the sides and resting on her legs. Even breathing felt altered, each inhale drawing awareness to the bulk now draped across her frame.
She blinked groggily, the fog of sedation still clinging to her mind. Above her, the mirror on the ceiling reflected back a sight that stole the breath from her lungs.
The woman staring back was unrecognizable.
Her face was doughy, cheeks full and flushed, lips set into a faint pout beneath a softened double chin. Her breasts were larger, heavier, resting on her large stomach. Her large belly dominated the reflection- rounded, swollen, a thick swell that domed upward and sagged outward, resting against her widened hips. Her thighs pressed together in thick slabs, her arms soft and padded.
She whimpered, shaking her head against the pillow. "No... no, this isn't me. This can't-"
Zade's voice cut through, calm but edged with satisfaction.
"Two hundred and seventy pounds."
Addy froze, her eyes wide with horror.
He stepped into view, carrying a tray though she barely noticed it over the thunder in her chest. "You refused me," he said simply, setting the tray aside. "You thought you could starve yourself. But your body doesn't belong to you anymore, Addy. It belongs to me. And I'll see to it that it's taken care of."
Her gaze darted to the mirror, to the reflection of her bloated form, then back to him. "What did you do to me?" she whispered.
Zade's smile was thin, cruel in its patience. "You slept. I fed you and kept you alseep so you couldn't refuse me. A funnel makes it easier when you don't cooperate. Your body knows what to do, it grows. And it will keep growing. There's nothing you can do to stop it. Refusing me only gives me a reason to help you grow fast"
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but when she tried to pull away, the weight of her own body betrayed her. She felt slow, sluggish, trapped not only by straps but by the size that now anchored her in place.
Zade leaned close, brushing her damp hair from her forehead with almost tender fingers. "You'll learn, Addy. You can fight me in your mind all you want, but your reflection will continue to Fri." Addy closed her eyes, but the mirror above her refused to let her escape. The body staring back was hers, whether she wanted to believe it or not. And it was only going to get bigger.
Chapter 5
Addy no longer remembered what it felt like to be strong.
The straps had done their work. Day after day, week after week, she'd lay there with her limbs bound, muscles starved of use until they melted away beneath her skin. What replaced them wasn't strength, but softness. At 370 pounds, her reflection in the ceiling mirror was almost unrecognizable.
The straps dug into them, vanishing into plush, dimpled flesh that quivered with the slightest shift. Her fingers, once delicate, were rounded at the joints, as if padded gloves had been pulled over them.
Her chest had swelled into massive, heavy mounds that sagged against the sides of her belly. They rose and fell with her breath, resting almost permanently on the vast dome of her stomach. That stomach was the true center of her new form. A massive swell that rose high and spread wide, stretching her shirt tight and straining the seams. It pooled to either side of her waist, pressing into the mattress, spilling over the strap that cut across her middle. Her navel had deepened into a wide, shadowed crevice, hidden in the vast expanse of her belly's curve.
Her hips flared beneath it, broader than she could comprehend, pressing outward until her thighs were forced into thick columns of flesh. They spread against the bed, wide enough that she could no longer imagine standing, let alone walking. Her knees were lost in the swell of her thighs, her calves soft and undefined, ankles buried under a heavy cuff of fat.
Even her face bore the mark of Zade's work. Round and soft, her cheeks pressed upward when she lay back, dimpling when she cried. A full double chin rested against her throat, trembling with every word.
Zade stood beside her, his gaze locked on the reflection above. He looked pleased, almost reverent, as though he were admiring a masterpiece.
"Three hundred and seventy," he murmured, brushing a hand gently over the crest of her belly. It quivered under his touch, her whole body responding to the simplest motion. "Do you see it now, Addy? Do you see how far you've come?"
"Please stop. Please let me go."
"You want to go?" Zade said softly, his hand lingering on her. "The straps were never just to hold you down. They were to teach your body to surrender. And now it has. You're softer than I ever dreamed, completely dependent on me. Exactly as you should be."
"Please, you've ruined my body. Unstrap me and let me out of here. I won't tell anyone what you've done."
Zade looked at her with a smirk. He started to undo all of her straps. "Fine, leave."
Addy looked at him and realized she couldn't budge. Her body had lost all its muscle. She looked up at the mirror and couldn't believe this was her new life. A large pile of lard that couldn't even move. She will never see her perfect toned body ever again.