Super Spy

Chapter 1

  I strut into the room youre passed out in. Youre tied to a chair, your fit, muscular, nacked body almost glistening with sweat in what little light there is. I give you a once over before having my men chain you by your arms to a wall. Once theyve finished, I dismiss them, having them gather my materials as I finally decide to wake you.
   I give your face a hard slap, waking you with a start and giving you a split lip. Your eyes are wide with panic at first, but as you slowly take in your surroundings, you regain your professionalism as a spy. I can see the resentment and hate in your eyes.
   You try to break free, but the reienforced steel chains and wall are too strong. After a moment you give up and glare at me. I giggle and take a step closer.

"I dont want to have to torture you, so why dont you tell me what I need to know?" I coo.

   But youre steadfast. You attempt to kick at me, only for me dodge and call for one of my men to chain your legs too. Now youre immobile and spread eagle against the wall.
   With a snap of my fingers the rest of my men bring in cart after cart of tubs of liquid lard, butter, and a milkshake machine. Two bring in a massive funnel and tube. Three of my men hold your head down and mouth open so I can shove the tube down your throat. Once everything is set up, eveyone goes, leaving only the two of us.
   Without a word I step over to the cart with the liquid butter and start to pour it into your funnel. Immediately you can feel the warm liquid flowing into you. Sliding down your throat and into your belly. You feel your belly start to fill, you struggle against it but to no avail.
   I keep pouring, tub after tub until youe once firm six pack has tirned into a pot belly. Only then do I pause and adress you again.

"This can all stop if you simply tell me what I need to know." I say in a scarine voice.

   Despite what Im doing to you, youre resolve hasnt broken. You continue to silently glare at me.

"Very well. Its your body, after all." I shrug as I reach for the liquid lard next.

   We spend the next few hours in this cycle. I pour fatty and calorie dense liquids into you as you refuse to give in. You have no idea how long its been. All you know is that this has irreparably destroyed your physique.
   Your once strong arms have turned into bingo wings that sag down past your new moobs. Moobs which were the side of backpacks. Perched atop a belly the size of a couch cushion. It hung a good five feet infront of you and turned intona double belly before sagging towards the ground.
   Your legs arent much better. Theyve become weak and flabby. Looking like two fat over stuffed sausages. After a while they start to buckle. Your body linges forward as you collapse onto the floor, taking chunks out of the walls where the chains were connected. You fall with a loud and heavey thud.
   I walk over and remove your feeding tube. You pant and wheeze as you struggle to breathe with all your new weight. I have my men come in and take you to a new torture room. It takes fifteen of them to carry you. You look at me in shear panic, knowing this will continue until you give up your information. You try to speak to end it now, but only a loud, wet belch comes out.
   The last thing you see before going into a food coma is me smiling and picking up your funnel and tube.