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Easy Captive

You manage to roll yourself over, slowly rising to your feet once more, feeling gravity pulling on you ever stronger as your stomach hangs down to your shins, by now your shirt is stretched across your chest, ready to bust open at any moment, while your pants have fallen away after bursting earlier, leaving only your elastic underwear. Embarrassed as you are, you can't let that stop you from making a get away. Only problem is your slow speed, as you struggle to lift each foot, waddling slowly, the floor squeaking under your weight, while each footstep makes it shake. You've barely made it across the room before Rick walks in.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, I told you," he says, grabbing you by the flabby scruff of your neck and pulling you back to the middle of the room, and pushing you onto the couch, which surprisingly reclines back. "Relax, take a load off, you got nowhere to be." he says, and turns on a tv you had mistaken for a wall. "Have some treats," he says, plopping a tray of cheesecake slices in front of you on top of the curve of your stomach, "I know your hungry."

He couldn't be more wrong, you still feel stuffed. "No," you say, pushing the tray away, though they never leave your stomach, "I want to leave." you say firmly. Rick picks up a bite, "Aww please? Everyone loves cheesecake." he hits a button and the tv changes to a food network, with people sampling cheesecake. You notice something, flashing images at intervals, there for a moment, gone in a flash so they hardly register. You concentrate and manage to catch some words... bigger is better; eat more, love more of yourself; "Is this... are you using subliminal messages?" you say to him."

"I have no idea what you are talking about." says Rick innocently. "Have some cheesecake, come on, here comes the cho cho." he moves it towards your mouth. "Look I." you start, and Rick takes the opportunity to shove the cheesecake in your mouth, then holds your mouth closed, forcing you to chew before tilting your head and rubbing your throat to get you to swallow. "Ohhhh," you groan, as it hits your stuffed stomach. "Great right!" he says, "Have another!"

"No!" you say, pushing him away and trying to roll forward, your weight rocking from side to side. Rick chuckles as he watches. "Struggle all you like, eventually your gonna love this." he says stepping back and watching as you wobble in place until the couch starts tilting forward, you slide off the couch, panting, and Rick steps forward and simply pushes you back again, causing the couch to recline a second time.

"I can keep this up all day," he says, "Your going to have a great time. Just watch the screen for a while, then we'll try again."

You are panting after all that, having to take a break anyway, with the tv right in front of you, the show keeps going. and you feel your stomach growl despite the tightness of it. To top it off, your feeling sleepy again, the slice you had pushing you over the top as food coma starts to set in again...


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