Chapter 1

Most People know the phrase “the truth will set you free“. Then again, most people are too lazy to follow through with the converse argument.

Maike was actually her real name. That was one of the few things she hadn’t lied about in her life. Surrounded in complete darkness, she kept wondering what part her own lies were playing in this fucked up situation that was just beginning to unfold. For the past few months she had been able to make an (admittedly modest) living doing stand up comedy, so the irony of a fat girl being lured into a fake ice-cream truck wasn’t quite lost on her.

But understandably, she couldn’t fully appreciate the humour of the situation, given the fact that is was her being kidnapped and being bounced around in the back of a dark and empty van going god knows where in the middle of the night. It’s not that she wasn’t feeling the adequate amount of panic or fear – she definitely was… but since she figured now may be a good time to start being honest with herself, there also was a tiny hint of … excitement coming straight from that place where her wobbly thighs met, hidden under a huge chunk of hanging belly fat.

Her night hadn’t started out that badly. The mid-sized town’s venue where she did her comedy routine wasn’t exactly sold out, but then again, it wasn’t nearly as empty as her last few gigs had been. In a recent interview she had said that she had had a good run, especially for a fat girl. It was somewhat true. She had been featured on national television a couple of times and even though the story that had made her first book a huge success had fallen apart (at least to those who cared to check out the truth on page two of a simple google search), she had been able to cash out on a second book deal and the following tour.

But it was obvious that her star was fading fast and that her story wasn’t as isteresting, as she had made it out to be. For starters, she had never weighed 660 pounds followed by a 300 pound weight loss. But that hadn’t stopped her from feeding the public that lie and basing her carreer on it. The truth was, she had always been fat. But for the most of her adult life, it had always swung back and forth between 360 and her peak weight of just over 400 pounds. With her average height and not so average ample pear shape, it still made her stand out in a crowd and was good for the occasional stare or meant to be heard whisper behind her back. But it would never have been remarkable enough for her to be recognized. She needed more.

So she had created a version of herself that had never existed. A time in her life where she had almost eaten herself to the point of immobility. How she found the strength to turn her life around, lost almost half of her body weight and intended to lose another hundred pounds or so. She was creative and she found the right mixture of empathetic and relatable emotions, humiliating, yet humorous details and plain funny fat girl anecdotes. Sure enough, the media picked up on it and they loved it. Soon after that, her double chin was on display at every book store.

However, fat girls may be fat, but they still are a tiny community online so it didn’t take long for a few fellow fatties to recognize her. Maike’s online profiles on various dieting and dating websites as well as her social media accounts clearly told a different story from the one she was telling on national television. Some tried to call her out on her bullshit, but by that time she had become famous enough to pay some reputation managers to sweep everything under the rug. Her lie wasn’t totally buried, but hidden well enough for most people not to care. With that problem being taken care of, she had another one that needed addressing: She wasn’t actually losing any weight. Which was a problem, given the fact that the public was impressed by her non-existent achievement so far and was expecting more of where that came from. She needed a new strategy – and decided to jump on the size acceptance bandwagon.

She wrote a second book, where she “freely admitted” to having reached a plateau in her efforts to lose weight and how she had come to terms with her current size. How convenient. She went on a tour where she gave a reading of selected passages from her book along with some comedy elements. It still paid her bills (and late night pizza deliveries), but she gave herself a few more months until she would have to come up with something new. The official part of the show was over.

Now she was sitting behind a desk on a chair that fit about one third of her huge butt, signing copies of her book and posing for pictures with other fat girls who told her how inspiring she had been for them. She waved a female fan good bye and turned her head to meet eyes with the next person in line. That moment her fat heart skipped a beat. Piercing, icy blue eyes were looking straight into hers. They were framed by curly brown hair and a handsome face with a pronounced jaw line. A delicate mouth was closed to a straight line with the tiniest hint of a playfully overconfident smirk. His clothes were rather plain: a black t-shirt with a v-shaped neck and a pair of blue jeans. But they fit perfectly and made his muscles and bones stand out in all the right ways. Without introducing himself, he said: “It’s a good thing you’re still trying to lose weight. This means you only have to pay my dinner.” She answered with her signature laugh, that made most of her blubbery upper body jiggle, but it was a warm, honest laugh.

They went to a nearby diner where they both began testing the waters. It wasn’t the first time a fat admirer had approached her. However, Oliver (if that was even his real name) was different right from the beginning. For starters, he hadn’t tried to contact her online before, like most of the other guys. He was also rather unapologetic about the fact that her fat turned him on and when she subtly steered the conversation in that direction he didn’t exactly hide behind poetic phrases of inner beauty, personality or character. Yet still, he somehow managed to be charming and intriguing as fuck! How refreshing, Maike thought. She really did pay for dinner that night (and of course, she ended up eating something herself). He made up for it by ordering the first two rounds of drinks afterwards. From what she could tell, they were really hitting it off, when all of a sudden, he took her hand in an attempt to pull her up. “Come on, let’s get your big butt back to your hotel room. But don’t expect any action tonight. I’m not one of those guys.” “What a shame” she replied, trying to sound teasingly while pretending to walk away from him.

A few minutes later both were laughing as they walked through the night. She bumped her hips a little more into him and held onto his strong arm a little more than necessary. She looked greedily at his erection. He saw that she saw. It was only one or two street corners away from her hotel for the night, when he stopped. “Give me one of your hair pins.” “And why would I do that? Are you one of those psychopaths who collects personal items from his victims?” “Well, that too. But also, look at that!“ He pointed at a van that parked in front of them. She could make out some of what seemed to be bright colours in daylight. "Come on, I mean breaking into an ice cream truck after your own book reading? That’s basically the fat girl’s version of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll!” She was about to say that she’d rather be having actual sex in her hotel room right now, but then the thought of sex in the back of an ice cream truck entered her mind. A strand of blond hair fell over her face as she handed him over a hair pin. “Here’s something I learned at my training with the CIA” he said laughingly. She was trying to come up with a cheeky blow to his ego for whenever he would finally give up on trying to open that stupid door. All of a sudden, it swung open with a creaking noise.

“I’m impressed, MacGyver. What other talents are you hiding?” “Heave that heavy ass of yours up in here and find out!“ He gave her a hand. She grabbed the door handle with the other and she was pulled in. For a brief moment, both were standing in the van’s loading area. He leaned into her and she closed her eyes, expecting the first kiss of the night. Instead, he just shoved her in the back. She tumbled and fell down, as the door closed behind her and left her alone in the dark. "Hey, not funny, asshole!” she yelled. As she was trying to get up, she felt the motor starting. Panic kicked in. The truck moved forward and she fell over again as she bounced against the back wall. It was true after all: fat girls bruise easily.

They couldn’t have driven for more than 20 minutes, when the truck came to a stop for a few minutes, then started again, only to stop after another minute. The door opened. She could make out Oliver’s grinning face in the dark. His arm was holding several cheeseburgers and a 2 litre bottle of coke. “Here you go, piggy. Those better be gone by the time we arrive.” He laughed as he threw the burgers and the coke at her, then slammed the door shut again.


lordofthelard


Part 2: Welcome home, piggy!

Needless to say, eating was the last thing on her mind. She had tried to use her cell phone after she had managed to get a hold on her purse during a less bumpy episode of the ride, but it was nowhere to be found. At some point of the night, Oliver must have secretly taken it. After what felt like a two hour drive or so – though she didn't really trust her estimate much given the stressful situation – the van came to a halt. The rear door opened. After all that darkness, Maike was blinded by the sudden light. She could make out his silhouette. He took a quick look around at the burgers and the coke, that were still untouched and spread out all over back of the van. "Looks like at least sometimes you can resist food after all. Well we're about to change that.“ He came closer. Struck with fear, she tried to get as far away from him as possible. Which wasn't much. Soon she felt her back pressing against the wall separating the back from the driver cabin. As he came closer, he pulled out a knife. Her panic reached a new peak. "Get away from me you fucking psycho!" she yelled, but her voice was shaky. He took his time approaching her and didn't seem to be worried the least that she'd charge him in self defense – which she did nonetheless. Seemingly effortlessly he evaded her attempt at an attack, found some kind of lever and before she knew it, she was lying on her back, him kneeling on top of her, pressing down hard on her pillowy forearms with his knees. "There's still some resistence in you. Kind of cute". His hand reached towards her breasts, but instead of groping her trembling flesh, he pulled up the fabric of her red dress and started cutting it open with his knife. He went down as far as his position would allow, then cut her bra in half right between the cups. He turned his upper body around to continue his work on her lower half and cut all the way through down to her dimpled knees. She was panting. From the struggle, from fear ... but also from horniness. He jumped to his feet and with a swift gesture tore off what was left of her dress. He then threw himself back on top of her and wrestled her out of her bra and panties. All of a sudden she felt something tightening around a her neck and before she knew it, her air supply was cut off. "Get on your knees NOW unless you want that to have been your last breath." She obeyed immediately. She had some kind of collar around her neck and he was now holding her on a leash. "There you go. Follow me. Here, piggy, piggy!“ He dragged her out of the van down a metal ramp that led straight to the open door of some kind of industrial looking building. She tried to follow as fast as she could on her naked fat fours, fearing another hard pull on the leash. They entered a room that was illuminated by neon lights. The floor and the walls were covered in white tiles. Further back, she saw what looked like a king-sized hospital bed next to a modern kitchen that seemed to be even more out of place. However the first thing that caught her eye was the metal cage he was being her to. It was made out of solid black iron with bars two inches in diameter. It was barely high enough for her when she was on her knees, barely wide enough for her fat ass to crawl in and barely long enough that she could lie in a crouched position. As if it had been made for her all along. Which it was. He slid down the opening gate after she had squeezed in and locked. There was a small opening right in front of her face, big enough to stick her head through. "Make yourself at home fatty, I'll be right back." She was smart enough to know that crying for help would be pointless. He returned a few minutes later, carrying a broomstick and what looked to be a baby bath tub. As he got closer, she realized it was a trough. He set it down in front of the cage's little window. Inside, there was a mess of what presumably were the burgers from before, except that now they were also topped with fries, ketchuo, mayonaise, grated cheese ... and several slices of pie. "In case you are wondering what brought you here: to me, it's all about integrity. You lied to the world about having been a gluttonous, immobile pig, weighing in at 660 pounds at your heyday. I am giving you the chance to retrospectively turn that lie into the truth. Don't get me wrong, I am sure there has always been a fat pig inside of you. Consider me the one who unleashes it." As he spoke, he reached with his arms into the cage and took off her collar. "Look, I know we have been off to a rough start. But the sooner you cooperate and give in to your true desire and your destiny as a hog to be fattened up, the sooner you can leave this cage and change to more ... comfortable surroundings. Mark my words: I promise you that once you hit the 660 pounds that you've claimed to having weighed once, I will let you walk ... well waddle I guess. So you'd better start digging in, piggy. There's a lot of pounds waiting to be piled on!“ He pulled up a chair in front of the cage, took the broomstick and started poking her through the bars. "Come on fatty, what are you waiting for?" Each poke was mean enough to leave a small bruise on her exposed blubber. She couldn't say anything. It was all way too fucked up. Eventually, she sobbingly stuck her head through the window and buried her fat face in the depths of the trough.