Archive-name: Bondage/laura.txt Archive-author: 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 --