chapter 1

Soft. I grabbed the edge of my belly, letting it fall and bounce against my thighs. It was never supposed to get this big.

She and I made a deal-- it was only meant to last a month. I ate what she asked me to, and we only met when I reached a certain goal. While we were there, she would stuff me, pin me down and fill my belly to the brim. Sometimes she'd cage me for the weekend, telling me how soon I'd outgrow the bars as she prodded my flesh.

But somewhere along the way, I felt more than I was supposed to. I could have walked away as my abs started to disappear, as the mound on my midsection began to rise like dough in an oven. I could have.

But she was too much for me. Her eyes, her smell, the way she moved and laughed.

I wanted to see her.

So I consented.

Funnel after funnel, pound after pound. All for her. Stretchmarks sprouted along my sides, each like a little tattoo with her name on it.

Soft.

Now 220 pounds, she came behind me, wrapping her spindly fingers down into my flesh.

"70 pounds of flab piggy" she whispered, jiggling my belly. I tried to not flinch, but when she said those words it felt like heaven.

"How about another 100?" She jiggled my belly with one hand, the other rolling up to explore my moob.

"I won't fatten you without your consent," she said, biting my ear. I moved one of my now fattened hands on top of hers, trying to imagine the bouncing jiggling mass that another 100 could maintain.

But I couldn't bear to lose her.

"Okay," I said.

She grinned and sauntered off, leaving me naked with my chubby flesh in the mirror.

It wasn't until the cold bite of a collar hit my neck that I realized what she intended to do.

"You quit your job," she said. "Last week."

"I did?"

"Of course you did, pig," she said. She fiddled with the lock until it clicked into place. The brass lock rested on my plump chest, hanging heavily down, loose. I swallowed. Room to grow.

"And now, why don't you crawl back in your cage? It's time for your third dinner," she said, patting my belly.

I grabbed onto her hand, panic beginning to set in.

"What do you mean? I just had two-"

"Fine, we'll do this the hard way," she spat. She reached behind her briniging out a set of handcuffs which she clenched to my hands. Having me secured, she then attached a leesh to the collar, tugging on it.

"Come on tubby. To the kitchen. If you're not going to eat, then I'll make you eat," she said.

I shuddered and followed, more aware than ever of the flabby jiggle of my belly seeming to grow with every step.

[this is just a one shot I kinda dreamt up. If you want more let me know and I'll add another chapter]