Blackmailed - Part 3

Sorry for the lack of update last week! I’ve got a few things going on at work that have sapped a lot of my spare time. Hopefully this longer update makes up for it. Enjoy!

After ten months from the first email, no amount of baggy clothes or surreptitious entrances could hide the fact he’d ballooned up to the size of some of the cubicle jockeys several floors down. With the rumors proven true, that Liam was packing on weight in a bit way, they instead changed into a search for answers. Was he sick? Working too hard? Gym injury?

There was one upside to Liam’s new size: the common riffraff couldn’t recognize him. He understood--after all, he barely recognized himself. Everything about him had just become so incredibly wide. The bottom half of his head was twice as wide as the top thanks to enlarged cheeks and thick jowls. Even his neck had grown larger, almost as wide as his chubby cheeks, but not quite.

And that was just his face. He was easily twice the man he once was, with a large, bulging belly sagging over his belt, a pair of drooping breasts where once he’d had firm pectorals. His arms were now held out to the sides by the ring of fat the encircled his chest, and lovehandles made his circumference appear even greater than it was, at least by the measure of his slacks.

Liam hated it. Worse, he hated how he was getting used to it. How he was getting used to walking sideways through small doorways. Used to folding his legs cross-legged to put on socks or shoes. Used to the constant sweating, the feeling of his thighs scraping together, and how each and every part of him was constantly touching and rubbing against another part of his anatomy.

But he never got used to the casual judgment that occurred every time he met someone face to face--provided they didn’t already know who he was.

At one point, Liam went out to pick up a box of donuts while his assistant was away getting his pants let out for the third time this month. The attendant behind the counter wore an expression bordering on disgust as he waddled away from the store.

Today he wouldn’t have that problem. Liam was working from home--something he did far more often than he ever did before. If it weren’t for the constant problem of finding clothes that fit--something that his assistant needed to make even more constant run to the tailors for--it was the problem of getting enough food into him to satisfy his blackmailer's requirements.

Liam had done some research on gaining weight after the last time he’d failed to make quota. He’d learned of something known as a plateau: a size where the body simply refuses to pack away more pounds. It had caused him to miss another milestone a few months back, causing yet another VPN to be lost. He couldn’t afford to lose anymore, so the internet had provided him information to continue his desperate ascent up the scale.

What it came down to was simple: normal foods just didn’t provide him the calories he needed to continue to gain weight. He’d need to spend most of his waking hours stuffing his face in order to keep gaining, but even devoting every moment to the task of eating, he just couldn’t go past his stomach’s capacity for nourishment.

The solution was simple. Create a sort of high-calorie slurry that has a meal’s worth of caloric intake in just a single glass. Through a combination of protein powder, ice cream, and a few fruits for flavoring, he was back on the gaining train without issue.

His smoothie was waiting for him even as he awoke and made his way to the bathroom. As the lights came on automatically, Liam almost swore at his own reflection. His body was covered in angry, red marks nearly from head to toe: from his supple breasts all the way down to his inner thighs.

After grabbing his member to empty his bladder into the toilet (something that had become more difficult of late as fat began accumulating around his groin), Liam began applying almost a bottle’s worth of moisturizer to his now obese form. Another tip that the internet provided: his skin was stretching too quickly due to his massive weight gain. Vitamin E in the lotion helped new skin cells develop and reduce the appearance of stretch marks.

Liam didn’t think it was truly working, but he was too afraid to stop to find out.

Once Liam had lubricated his corpulence sufficiently, he grabbed the waiting smoothie and gulped it down in a single throw of his head. Efficiency had become such an important part of his routine that casual sipping just wasn’t an option. Another smoothie would be ready in an hour or two, and he’d do the same. He feared that he might need to increase his dosage soon to keep piling on the pounds.

He waddled back to his bedroom and brought out his laptop whilst laying in bed. Waiting for him was the answer to his latest email. “You’ve made great progress,” the email began. “I’m oddly proud. But you still have a long way to go.”

Liam let out a deep sigh. He’d asked if his current size was enough. His scale read 326 lbs in the picture he’d sent. By all accounts he was physically ruined--stairs were a struggle, getting out of bed required an undue amount of rolling and grunting, even walking for more than a few minutes left him winded.

But apparently it wasn’t enough. Liam wondered what could possibly satisfy his blackmailer. Did he have to eat himself to death? The thought sent a chill down Liam’s spine.