Nadine would watch him every time to make sure he ate it all. It was like she had some odd fascination with him overeating, stuffing his belly full of unhealthy desserts until it threatened to burst. Liam didn’t protest though. It was all part of the contract, and he couldn’t do a thing lest the money be taken away from him. So, whenever he had doubts of gaining weight for Nadine and her cameras, he’d picture that big stack of cash just waiting for him. It was supposedly in his bank account already.
The interviews continued for another month, and Liam gained fifteen pounds. The injections and the desserts had done their jobs. The man in the mirror was a bit softer than before, pudgier. The muscle definition in his arms and abdomen had eroded. He no longer looked like the Liam who stayed in shape, getting up at six in the morning just to run five miles on the treadmill. There was no way he could go that far now, maybe not even a mile. Just getting out of bed was exercise enough. He had also lost his tan.
For the money, he reminded himself again.
Nadine was smiling when she came in that day. “Look what I’ve got!” It was the tape measure—nothing to get excited over, but once again she just loved tormenting him with food to keep him growing bigger and numbers to prove that it was working. He was told to strip as usual, and Nadine took the measurements and jotted them all down. He refused to look at what they were until she told him.
“Thirty-eight in the hips. Two inches bigger than before. About the same in the waist. Looks like it is going to your butt.”
“Great,” Liam said, putting his hands on his belly. It didn’t feel any bigger than a month ago, and it certainly didn’t protrude any more than normal. The only thing that had changed was that his abdominal muscles were no longer visible. Instead, his abdomen was soft and smooth.
He looked over his shoulder, glancing at his ass. It did look a little bigger, like maybe it was sticking out there a little further. He couldn’t be sure. A month between measurements revealed more than looking into the mirror everyday. To Liam, it really hadn’t changed all that much. He grabbed it with his hands. Like his abdomen, it was softer, squishier. It was really distracting in that way, no longer solid like when he was working out. He was suddenly very self-conscious of it.
“As for the chest, you might be a 36A.”
Liam looked up at her. “A bra size?”
Nadine smiled. “Well, If I were to convert your measurements into the conventional format for a bra, then yes. A 36A would fit you best.”
Liam recalled that she had taken two measurements on his chest, one just under his nipples, and the other directly over them. He hadn’t given it much thought. His belly had been rumbling, and his nose had detected a wonderful chocolate scent. Nadine’s dessert was always the best meal of the day.
Still, the mention of a bra caused him to look down. Like the rest of his muscles, his pectorals had nearly gone away, disappearing with the lack of exercise, but his chest still stuck out a little bit. Of course, Liam had seen many overweight men—some even on the porn sets—and knew that they had fat deposits there, like little breasts. He cupped them. They filled more of his hands than he would’ve like to admit, and the nipples were bigger than he’d ever seen. Was gaining weight supposed to do that? He didn’t have an answer. His hands went down again, and the little mounds fell, jiggling slightly like a woman’s breasts.
“It was only a joke,” Nadine said, apparently watching him. “You don’t have boobs. But I was right about the weight going to your butt.”
“Thanks.”
After the interview, Liam inspected himself again. It was curious how the weight focused on two main areas—his ass and chest. His belly hadn’t seen any growth during the month, and Nadine’s measurements supported that. But, he had to accept it. He was only going to get bigger until the contract was over, and that meant growing out of his clothes. His underwear was already beginning to feel tight in the rear. Nadine hadn’t mentioned anything about upgrading his wardrobe. He couldn’t go out to buy new clothes himself, which meant she’d have to do it. Or he’d stay naked all day. It probably made no difference.
So, Liam went to bed as every night before, rubbing his cock, fantasizing about Nadine and her outrageous body, picturing her breasts without a bra and shirt to cover them, imagining how they both felt to massage and grope. The orgasm came quick, and he cleaned up the mess before closing his eyes. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, but he was exhausted. Eating desserts was tiring work.
His penis seemed a bit smaller, but he didn’t think about it much. Maybe his fingers were just fatter.
Two days later, Nadine arrived again for another interview with more chocolate cake. Liam was starving, and he could barely sit still without thinking about that tasty dessert just waiting to fill his belly. The cravings had probably come with the injections, though neither Nadine nor Ms. Blackwood had mentioned a desire to eat more as one of the side effects.
“So, more than a month has passed for you, Liam. How are you feeling?” she asked in front of the camera.
“Just hungry. You got any food?”
“Of course.”
This time, it wasn’t just a few slices. Nadine had an entire chocolate cake, ten inches across and loaded with frosting. Liam salivated at the sight of it, though he couldn’t picture himself eating it all in one sitting. Some would have to wait until tomorrow.
“Here we go. Go on, Liam. Dig right in. I’m sure you’re hungry. I picked it up just for you.”
Liam didn’t mind the camera anymore. It was ritual at this point, sitting down with Nadine, answering some predictable questions, following up with a sizable dessert that was likely to leave his belly stuffed until the next morning. She really wanted him to gain that weight.
Nadine cut the cake into six fat slices, murmuring how delicious it looked, how the rich flavor and texture would make his mouth water until he had the very last bite.
“It’s all going to his butt,” she said, playing it up for the camera. “He’ll have a nice round butt in a few months. And it’s going to jiggle all the time. I bet he’ll love it. Our viewers will love it.”
Halfway through the cake, Liam felt full. It gradually became more difficult to chew and swallow, but Nadine showed no sign of letting him off easy. She gave him the fourth slice, and then the fifth, which took ten whole minutes to finish. She presented the last one, fork at the ready. The sweet chocolaty scent swirled around it, thick in the air. Liam felt a twinge of nausea in his belly, followed by a strong desire to greet the dessert with his tongue. His tummy groaned in complaint, as if telling him that it couldn’t handle any more.
“Just one more,” Nadine said, bringing it closer. “Eat it all for me.”
Liam shook his head. “I can’t. I don’t think I can push more down. Thanks, though. I’ll eat it tomorrow.”
“Now,” Nadine said, firmly. He had never heard her speak with that tone. All the joy had evaporated from her voice, transforming into a commanding authority. “Right now.”
Liam gulped. His hand trembled underneath the plate. He glanced at the camera lens before diving in, chewing several mouthfuls before grasping his belly. A foul-smelling burp rushed from his throat. Nadine scowled at him, urging him to continue. He took one more bite, and that was that. The pain in his belly was unbearable. Liam had never felt anything like it, as if it was trying to rip open inside his body.
“No. That’s it. I can’t.”
“Yes you will,” Nadine said.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?”
Nadine didn’t like that. She pushed Liam to the bed and rolled on top of him, pinning him down with her voluptuous body. The last bit of cake had toppled off the plate, but she grabbed it with her fingers and pressed it to his face. Liam opened his mouth to protest, but the small gap between his lips gave her the opportunity she was looking for. She shoved the last bit of cake right in, and then told him to chew it all up and swallow.
“Be a good man,” she said. “You have to do
what I say. Don’t forget that.”
With Nadine lying on his belly, it was the most difficult piece of food Liam ever had to swallow. It felt like a small boulder going down, and after he showed her his empty mouth he had to gasp for breath. Smiling, she rolled off him and stood, straightening her clothes.
“A round of applause for Liam,” she said, clapping for the camera. “It was a struggle, but he came through. I’m happy he did. Now his body will work on converting that cake into delicious fat for his growing body. I think he’s earned some new clothes.”
Liam couldn’t push himself up. He was exhausted from all the eating, tired of being humiliated. Suddenly he didn’t want to look at the camera, or imagine that anyone was watching on the other side. Nadine hadn’t been specific about the videos; he wasn’t sure if they were broadcast live on the internet or being saved for later, or what reason Nadine had for recording them in the first place. In fact, she didn’t say much at all to him. Liam ate all the food she gave him, gave interviews for the camera, and slept more often than not, all while his body continued to change.
He kept reminding himself about the money, those hundreds of thousands of dollars waiting for him once the contract was finished. That was the goal, and it couldn’t come soon enough.
The new clothes Nadine had mentioned didn’t arrive for another month. Liam was twenty pounds heavier by then, wearing only his underwear around the apartment, ignoring shirts and pants entirely. He didn’t need to wear any—he wasn’t going outside.
What was most alarming was where the fat was going to. Getting heavier and bigger was all part of the contract. Liam was prepared for it. He didn’t like it, but he had no choice per Nadine’s instructions. But his stomach never seemed to store any of those chocolate cakes or boxes of donuts. Rather, the fat all appeared to accumulate in his butt and chest. They both jiggled more everyday, and by the time Nadine arrived with the promised clothes Liam was beginning to look a bit strange in his own opinion.
“I’ve got tits.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, pulling a small suitcase through the door. “Lots of men store fat there. It isn’t weird. It’s only genetics.”
“Yeah?” He slapped one of his “breasts” for emphasis, causing the whole mound to jiggle. Each one easily filled a palm now, and sleeping on his stomach had become more uncomfortable than it was worth.
“Let’s get you measured.”
In addition to rapidly closing in on the two-hundred-pound mark, Liam’s changing body had taken on some strange proportions. Nadine measured him in all the usual spots, reading off the numbers before jotting them all down. His waist had remained the same, but his hips and ass had gained four more inches, putting him at forty-two. Likewise, his chest displayed some evidence of expansion. The measurement around the ribcage was only half an inch larger, but around the nipples had seen some noticeable growth.
“You could fill a 36B bra,” Nadine remarked, almost smirking as if she was proud of this revelation. “I brought some bras just—”
“Wait, what?”
She giggled. “A precaution, Liam. I had a discussion with Ms. Blackwood about the injections, and she seemed worried about your body having some irreversible changes due to you rapidly gaining weight.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, now you tell me this.”
“It’s only to be safe,” she explained, opening the suitcase. “I fully support you returning to normal after this is all over, and I don’t want your skin to stretch too much. So, I’ve brought along some bras.”
Liam looked inside with great intrigue. Nadine had brought a good selection of bras, at least ten of them that he counted. There were many different styles, and they were all 36B. She picked up the first one on the top, a white lace bra that was a bit see-through. Liam had seen plenty like that one on other women. He never thought he’d be trying one on.
“No one will see you wearing them,” Nadine said.
“Except the camera,” he pointed out.
“Yes, except for the camera, but that’s part of the contract. Don’t be shy. I think you’ll look good in one.”
Surprisingly, the lace material didn’t feel all that bad against Liam’s skin. His cheeks were three different shades of red, but Nadine was totally professional about it, wrapping it around his chest and snapping the hooks for him before adjusting each of the cups to make sure it was all comfortable. The bra had the unfortunate side effect of making his “breasts” look bigger than before, but that was fine as long as they’d go away after this was all over.
“Let’s get another interview.”
“Oh great.”
So Liam had to sit in front of the camera again, wearing only that bra. It must’ve been the fiftieth interview. He had lost count.
“So Liam, how does it feel to wear a bra?”
He shrugged. “Whatever. It’s okay. If you say I have to wear one, then I’ll do it.”
“So if I ask you to wear panties next?”
“One thing at a time,” he said.
Nadine smiled. “We’ll see. Now Liam’s been putting on some weight, especially around his butt. Liam, will you stand for the camera? Show them what I’m talking about.”
Liam did as she asked. He was very aware of his ass as of late, how it stuck out there, how it always jiggled even when walking around. He had never felt that before, and the size and shape of it didn’t remind him of a man’s. It was much too smooth, for one thing. In fact, his entire body was smoother than he remembered. He hadn’t had to shave in five whole days. Must’ve been another side effect that Ms. Blackwood had failed to mention during their visit.
Regardless, Liam spun around for the camera, grabbing his butt when Nadine told him to. She even gave it a playful slap, which resulted in the flesh to turn restless and bounce all around.
“Very sexy, Liam. I think I want to see what it looks like in panties.”
“Yeah, okay,” Liam chuckled.
Two weeks later, Nadine delivered on that promise, arriving with another suitcase. This time it was full of panties and more bras, as Liam had continued to grow. He was right at two-hundred pounds, and another inch had been added to his expanding ass. He was beginning to get worried about how big it was going to get, for his belly never seemed to put on any weight. Nadine had been right since the start—all the fat was going straight to his ass.
She had also measured his chest again. It was a 36C.
“I’m turning into a chick,” Liam told her. He had been convinced of that since three days ago, when he couldn’t reach orgasm when masturbating. His dick seemed smaller and less responsive overall.
“Nonsense,” Nadine said. “It’s simply genetics. Like I said before, some men store weight on their bellies, and others do it differently. You just happen to store it like a girl. That doesn’t mean you’re turning into one.”
“And these?” Liam grabbed the swellings on his chest. He didn’t want to refer to them as tits, but it was becoming more difficult not to. They had all the characteristics of boobs, and the nipples were more tender than ever, each fat and thick like a girl’s. He couldn’t wear a shirt without them poking through. Even the bras did little to hide those little tents, which Liam had been wearing more frequently as of late. His body simply wasn’t adjusted to carrying around so much extra mass, and they helped remove the strain off his back. “And now you’re giving me panties to wear. Is there something you’re not telling me?”
Nadine only smiled. “I have a thing for boys in lingerie. Don’t tell anyone. And your body is best suited for women’s underwear. If I didn’t know where these measurements came from, I’d assume they were a girl’s.”
Liam sighed.
“Besides, you’re alone. And you signed a contract, remember?”
“Yeah, how could I forget?”
As Nadine dumped the panties on the bed, Liam started to have second doubts about this whole thing. Yes, there was the money waiting for him when it was all finished, but being fo
rced to do whatever Nadine told him to wasn’t just for simplicity’s sake. It was so he could be commanded to do things—like wearing lingerie—that weren’t explicitly stated in the contract. Liam sure as hell didn’t remember reading anything about putting on panties and bras, and he had gone over every page thoroughly. But he had to listen to Nadine. There was no getting around that. He had to wear the clothes and do the videos, and put on all the weight that she wanted him to.
Liam wiggled himself into a basic black brief. It covered about as much as the male counterpart, and was astonishingly comfortable. The material was much softer and clingier, adhering to his skin and showing off his new chubby contours. The front began to tent out.
“It appears you like wearing panties,” Nadine commented.
“He doesn’t speak for me,” Liam said, blushing.
Like any other visit with Nadine, they did the videos, and Liam ate a generous helping of dessert to gain more weight. The portion size had to always be increasing, Nadine had explained, for he had to support his bigger body and force it to continuously gain weight.
When Liam wasn’t eating or doing videos with Nadine, he was most likely sleeping. As a result, the days went by quicker than before. He became fond of the panties and assortment of bras. Liam even liked matching them. He could see why girls loved wearing them. In the mirror, he almost looked like a girl—if he ignored his head, even though that wasn’t entirely manly either. He had the rough shape of one, with the flaring hips and breasts and everything else.
Sometimes, the cross-dressing slipped into his dreams. The strangest one of all involved Nadine. She was over for another video or interview or something like that. He couldn’t quite remember. Some of it was foggy. But Nadine was there. He saw that sweet face of hers and her curvy body. She wanted him to try on clothes, more than the usual assortment of panties and bras. This time, she had taken a selection from her own wardrobe. Liam knew they wouldn’t fit, but somehow they did. In the odd spirit of the dream, he just accepted this. Looking down, he saw that he filled it out just as well as she did, though his breasts were practically weightless and his body didn’t feel all that curvy.
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