It seemed that with every day that went by my appetite got larger and
larger. While they made sure I got decent nutrition most of my food
was sugar rich and fat laden.
They were keeping me tied to a couch, which was in turn bolted to the
floor. Every hour or so the man who abducted me bought me another
plate to devour. Pies, pastries and cakes. I scoffed them all down as
soon as they were delivered.
It wasn't long before my clothes hardly fitted me. My shirt was open
at the front with my swelling belly laying on my legs. With all the
fat my breasts were straining at my bra and after a particularly large
amount of cream doughnuts it couldn't take it anymore. It burst open
leaving my breasts to fall against my gut.
About another month had passed. I was probably about 250lb or so. Busy
scoffing away at a pie the large man came in.
"Ah, I see you are developing nicely."
He was still far larger then I was. I was certain I could still walk
without needing aid every now and then.
"So", I said, "how far are we going to go with this?"
He replied: