Shadows of Emmily

Chapter 1

Age: 19
Height: 1.62 m
Weight: 132 lbs (60 kg)
Gender Identity: Transgender girl (3 years on hormones)
Hair: Black, shoulder-length
Eyes: Green
Build: Slim, with soft big breasts, feminine features
Personality Traits: Resilient, cautious, empathetic
Tattoo: A small whale on the side of her neck a quiet reminder of a reckless night from her past.
Background: Recovering from a troubled past involving drugs and secrets she keeps hidden. Now starting college in hopes of a new beginning.


Emily stood at the edge of the campus courtyard, a suitcase in one hand and a restless hope in her chest. Nineteen years old, she carried herself with the quiet strength of someone who had already lived through storms. Dark hair framed her pale face, her green eyes catching the autumn light with a strange intensity. Three years into her transition, her reflection finally mirrored the girl she had always known herself to be

College was her chance to leave behind the shadows of drugs, secrets, and betrayals but deep down she feared the past had a way of finding her, no matter how far she ran.

Chapter One
Emmily stepped into the classroom, smoothing down her white shirt and red skirt as she searched for an empty seat. She raised her hand politely.
“Excuse me, sir… where should I sit?”
The man at the front of the room looked up from his notes. His name was Tony, the mathematics professor. He gestured toward the row by the window. “Left side, front desk. Welcome.” His voice was calm, but his eyes lingered for a second too long on her neck.
There, half-hidden under her dark hair, was a small tattoo of a whale.

Tony felt his chest tighten. Memories struck him like thunder. A night three years ago, intruders with the same symbol breaking into his home, his wife’s terrified screams, and the silence that followed when she left him forever.

He swallowed hard, forcing his expression to remain calm as Emily took her seat. To the students around them, it looked like any ordinary exchange. But inside Tony’s mind, something darker stirred. The tattoo was not just ink it was a reminder. A connection. And now, perhaps, a chance for revenge and make Emily his new pet.

Emily shifted in her seat as Tony lectured, trying to follow the theorem while feeling the weight of his gaze. The classroom hummed with pens and low whispers; Tony’s voice was a steady tide over it, but his eyes kept drifting back to the side of her neck where the small whale tattoo peeked from under her hair.

Suddenly Emily’s phone rang, shrill and unexpected. She flushed. “I’m so sorry I thought I’d turned it off.” She fumbled, hands shaking, and Tony crossed the room with a clipped expression. “Phones are forbidden in class,” he said. His tone was polite but final. “Hand it to me. You’ll get it back at the end of the lesson.” Emily handed it over, cheeks hot. Inwardly she thought, what a great start.
Later, when the lecture dipped into examples and students opened their notebooks, Emily reached into her bag and unwrapped a chocolate bar. She took a small bite, eyes drifting to the window and the late autumn sky. Tony noticed her actions and something behind his eyes hardened. That whale tattoo wasn’t ink to him it was a sign, a clue. He would not act rashly in front of the class. He would be patient and find a way to fatten Emily.

Emily waited politely at Tony’s desk until the last students had cleared the room. Tony slid her phone across the tabletop with a neutral expression. She smiled a quick, relieved thanks and reached for it but before she turned, Tony’s tone dropped so low she felt it more than heard it.

“I know who you are,” he said, voice quiet and steady. “I know what happened three years ago.” His gaze held hers like an accusation. “You can apologize all you want, Emily. That won’t change what was done.”
Her breath hitched. “I— I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m trying to start over. I didn’t— I don’t want trouble.”

Tony’s face hardened into a practiced calm. “Then prove it.” He slid a small slip of paper toward her — a phone number and a time. “Come to the campus café at eleven tonight. We’ll talk. If you don’t show… people will start asking questions.”

She felt the world tilt. The note lay between them like an ultimatum. Around the empty classroom the fluorescent light buzzed; outside, students’ laughter drifted faintly down the corridor. Emily picked up the paper with trembling fingers and tucked it into her pocket, every instinct screaming that something was wrong.

As she left, Tony smacked her ass and watched her go. Tears drop down from Emily’s eyes. In the silence after the door clicked shut, he allowed himself a slow, bitter smile the hunt had begun.

Emily arrived at the cafeteria as Tony instructed. She went inside and saw Tony sitting at a table waiting for her. With a trembling voice, she said, "The cafeteria is closed; what are we doing here?" Tony replied, "You will become my whale. You will gain weight rapidly for me and become an SSBBW." Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Emily’s pulse hammered in her ears. “You’re insane,” she hissed. “There’s no way I’m doing this for anyone. ”Tony’s smile did not falter. “Then I’ll have no choice but to call the police. Do you think they’ve forgotten what happened three years ago?”

Her breath caught. Tears welled up. “Please… no. I’ll do anything. Just don’t call them.” Tony rose slowly and left the room. When he returned, he carried a tray stacked with a dozen cheeseburgers. “The cafeteria throws away too much,” he said evenly. “Let’s not waste food.” He set them in front of her, one by one. The smell of grease and cheese filled the air. “Eat,” he ordered. Her stomach twisted with dread. She ate one, then another, and another each bite heavier than the last. By the time she reached the fourth, she felt sick. “I can’t,” she whispered, clutching her stomach. Tony leaned closer, his voice low and sharp. “You’ll eat until I say stop. Do you understand?” Emily’s hands trembled as she reached for the next burger. Tony was getting hard.

Emily forced down the last bite of the burger, her body sluggish and her stomach aching. She could hardly move from her seat. Tony smiled, his voice a low whisper. “Four thousand calories and I am getting hard as fuck,” he murmured. Her mind reeled; she felt bloated, heavy, and vulnerable, as though she carried a burden she could not cast off. Tony stood, his presence looming. “Which dormitory room is yours?” he asked. “B…B8,” she stammered, her voice thin with fear. “I’ll bring you something tonight,” he said softly, almost too softly. “A gift, delivered personally.” Emily walked back to her room with unsteady steps, dread gnawing at her chest. Under the hot spray of the shower, she tried to wash the weight of the evening away. Yet when she caught her reflection in the mirror her tired eyes, the taut lines of her body, the shadow of the tattoo on her neck she whispered to herself: “I have to find a way out. Before it’s too late.”