Archive-name: Bondage/laura.txt
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Archive-title: Laura
Jason Garrett was a very wealthy, and lonely man. Years
ago his wife had left him for "mental cruelty." He had wanted
her to stop looking like Twiggy and have some shape on her.
With a smart lawyer she turned that into a case. That was
twenty years ago. His one real love was Alyce, his daughter.
She was the "apple of his eye" and he would do anything for her.
Unfortunately, she was as willful and as slavish to fashion as
her mother ever was. Now she was asking him to do something
illegal for her!
Alyce was in the Miss Galaxy pageant and she would be
assured of winning were it not for Laura Nelson. This girl had
beauty, brains, wit, personality, and a perfect model's figure.
Beverly, the ex, had just left with Alyce. They wanted him to do
something to Laura so her days in beauty pageants would be over.
Beverely, fiendish as always, had suggested some kind of maiming.
Jason talked them into something else less permanent.
Reluctantly, he put the plan into motion.
Laura was driving down a quiet lane. She had just stopped
for a light when a man ran up and shoved a cloth over her face.
She struggled vainly and lost consciousness.
Laura awoke in a beautiful room overlooking a fairy tale
garden. She was dressed in a diaphanous garment. She explored
the area and panicked. There was no way out! As lovely as this
setting was, it was a prison! The room had many books, mostly
romantic trash. Strangely, on several tables were various
cakes, pastries, and candies. The scent of lilacs blew in on
the gentle, breeze, along with the aromas of sumptuous meals
being prepared.... somewhere. Hours passed. Laura read a book.
She was getting hungry. She hadn't had a piece of cake in weeks,
and it did smell good. She took a small piece. That satisfied
her and she returned to her book. The afternoon found her
reading, with a glass of wine and a piece of candy in her hand.
On the floor was the uneaten half of the quiche that had been
slid under her door. The days passed, with no one for her to
talk to and nowhere to go.
Laura had known from the beginning that she had been
kidnaped, and she expected to meet her captors, but as the days
passed and no one came to talk to her, she began to freak. She
had thoughts that she had actually died and this was Hell, or
at least, purgatory. By the third day the mind numbing boredom
was more than she could stand. Screaming madly, she tried to
climb the garden wall, but it was too high and smooth. She
collapsed at the base, sobbing and exhausted. On a TV monitor,
Jason observed his prisoner. He admired her mental strength for
holding out this long. In spite of the snacks available, with
little else to do, she had resisted using food to fill her empty
existence. Regrettably, Jason had to break that resolve. Laura
wandered back and collapsed onto her bed. She was soon asleep.
Silently, the doors and windows slid shut. From several vents in
the floor, an acrid smoke wafted into the room. If she had been
awake, she would have recognized the scent as marijuana. By the
time the smoke forced her to wakefulness, it was too late. She
was stoned out of her mind! She drifted in a pleasant stupor for
several hours and then she got the munchies! She was ravenous,
and the drug had weakened her mental discipline. She ate
everything in the room and once again drifted off into a drug
tormented sleep. Jason kept her like this for the next week.
Laura stayed high for the next week. Thanks to the effect
of the marijuana, she ate constantly, then would sleep for hours.
One week later she didn't look much like a "Miss Galaxy"
contestant. Her complexion was pale, her eyes had dark rings and
bags around them, her speech was slurred and she had a slight
tummy, the result of the twelve pounds she had gained. Worst of
all, she was an emotional wreck, a broken shell of her former
self. She would do anything to get out of this place. That is
when the messages started, notes found around the room. They
said, "...finish your dinner, like a good girl, and you will
get out soon." Laura was confused and frightened enough to obey.
The meals being slid under her door became larger every day.
The trays of cakes and candies became larger. As the days turned
to weeks, Laura grew larger. The physical and mental discipline
that had made her a winner was crushed. She was becoming fat
and lazy.
Two months after her arrival, Laura was changed girl. Her
tight aerobicized thighs and ass were soft and flabby. Her pert,
firm 34B bust was now a 38C and drooping, thanks to her constant
bralessness. The 53 pounds she had gained had given her a big
belly and broad ass. Her face was fuller, with chubby cheeks
and the start of a second chin. However, the biggest change was
to her mind. The boredom had broken her spirit. She now spent
her whole day on her fat ass, reading and snacking. They had
began to leave her fashion magazines, for FAT WOMEN! Laura had
given up on herself. She WAS a fat woman, and she could feel
herself growing fatter and fatter. She was FAT and UGLY! No one
would want her now. She was happy to be locked away, out of
sight. Jason could see the change in her as he watched the
monitor. He was ready for the next part of her transformation.
For the first time in weeks, the windows slid silently shut
so as not to wake the sleeping Laura. Once again clouds of acrid
smoke filled the room. Laura began to have weird, erotic dreams.
She saw penises squirt ice cream. The these giant genitals
entered her. The feeling of being stuffed was INCREDIBLE! They
pumped ice cream into her, making her fatter by the minute. Her
clothes ripped off and she trembled in orgasm after orgasm as
her breasts shot loads of whipped cream into the air.
The doctor inserting a needle into her arm didn't know what
was making her moan so lustily, but soon she was out cold. A
machine was wheeled in. Long shiny needles were slid into her
belly, long hoses leading back to the fiendish device. More
needles were inserted into her heaving bosom. The doctor nodded
his head and it began to hum. Fat was sucked from her stomach,
mixed with collagen, and then re-inserted into her breasts.
Hours passed, her stomach and waist getting smaller, while her
tits got bigger and BIGGER!.
The rays of morning sunshine and the sounds of birds woke
Laura up from her troubled slumber. She sat up. It was very
hard for her to do. The birds suddenly flew from the trees as
Laura's screams pierced the morning air. She was dressed in a
snug bustier. Garters held fishnet stocking in place, and on her
feet were shining patent leather high heel pumps with ankle
straps, the straps each having a small gold lock. But that
wasn't why she screamed. Overnight her breasts had become HUGE!
Her flabby 38D bumps were now grotesquely over-inflated balloons
that covered her chest from collarbone to the end of her
sternum. And they were so HEAVY!. She struggled clumsily to
her feet. She had a hard time keeping her balance. Supporting
herself on furniture, she made her way to the mirror. She
couldn't see her feet anymore. Her hair and face had been made
up quite elegantly, as were her nails. She couldn't get over
it. Her chest seemed to extend to the horizon. These shoes made
it very hard to walk, but the locks prevented their removal.
She felt a chill. Damn! She hadn't noticed that she didn't
have any panties! Just then she heard a click and the door
opened. Laura was elated. For the first time in months she
could leave this awful room. But what waited beyond? She didn't
care. Stoically, she pointed her enormous bosom towards the door
and stumbled out into the hallway.
As Laura had suspected, the rest of the house was even more
opulent than where she had been imprisoned. But it was strange,
too. Amid all the beautiful furnishings were erotic paintings
and statuary. All the men were handsome, in a conventional
Greek-god sort of way, but all the women were fat! She
examined room after room, each one filled with images of lust.
On the TV's pornographic films, all featuring fat females. She
had to sit down. Her newly enlarged tits were making her back
ache terribly. The house was still her prison, because she
could find no way out. She had considered climbing the walls.
She looked down at herself. But with THESE tits, her climbing
days were over. Besides, those pictures were making her hot. She
took a donut from one of several nearby trays and began to eat
it, sensiously licking the jelly out of it. She had never
been so horny in her life!
Jason had been preparing for this moment for months.
Every day he worked out in his private gym. He was in the
best shape of his life. His muscles were hard and pumped, his
stomach was a washboard. He flexed and surveyed his nude form
one last time. He was ready. He entered the room where Laura
sat. She gazed at his nakedness. Jason noticed that fear was
NOT her first reaction. Good. Laura was struggling to her feet
in a useless attempt to get away. Jason stood before her. He
placed a hand on her shoulder and with only the slightest
pressure, sent the top-heavy young woman flat on her back. He
smiled as she struggled like a turtle, because he cold see a
glimmer of wetness between her now plump thighs. Laura had
never felt so utterly helpless in her life, and she was shocked
at how excited she was. Jason took a jelly donut and smeared it
on his thick penis, then he shoved it into her mouth. Laura
licked and swallowed as she knew she must. Jason moved down and
placed his swollen organ against her vulva. Laura began to
whimper. She was a virgin and it was very important to her. She
felt an exquisitely erotic flash of pain and suddenly her
virginity was also a thing of the past. Jason pumped slowly,
methodically, perfectly attuned to her new found needs. She
wanted to hate this, but she couldn't. She felt too good. She
began to feel wanton as her emotions took over. Faster and
deeper he fucked her, releasing months and years of pent-up lust.
After what seemed like hours she trembled from her first real
orgasm. She was his totally, completely his.
Over the next days Jason pampered her. She was kept well
fed and VERY well fucked. Her body responded in the only way
possible. Each day she grew bigger and fatter. By now she liked
it. After another week Jason removed the locks on her shoes.
They weren't needed. She was too fat and busty to run anymore, a
ponderous waddle was the best she could do. Besides, with all of
her primal needs being satisfied completely, she didn't want to
leave. Ancient instincts came into play and she wanted, NO, she
NEEDED to breed with this man.
It was four months later. Jason was watching the Miss
Galaxy Pageant. As expected, Alyce was a finalist. He was sure
his Ex-wife would have a fit when Alyce came in second to the
slightly plumper girl from Arkansas. Money and power were a TWO
edged sword. His ex never understood that. Laura came in from
the bathroom. She was waddling, as a 311 pound woman tends to
do, with her hands on back, trying vainly to support her 74 inch
bust. Jason smiled. These last months had been the best of
his life. His new wife slid her naked body onto the bed beside
him. Since she had gotten so big in the chest, moving around was
too difficult, so she was content to sit and eat all day. Of
course, their sex got better and better. Laura was much rounder
now that she was pregnant. They both loved to rub lotion onto
her expanding baby belly. They planned to have a big family. At
long last, both had found peace. THE END
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