Calvin came home at 8 PM, long after he was supposed to get off. He walked into his three bedroom house, took off his black work shoes, and walked into the living room. He was a lanky guy with short brown hair and glasses.

 

Calvin's house was that of a fairly average family home with wooden floors, regular white walls, and a normal ceiling. The living room was the first thing the front door revealed. The living room had a couch and a single recliner in front of a decent sized entertainment stand, compete with television, DVD player, and some DVDs set up. There was a coffee table between the couch and the television too. The house itself was fairly clean, except Ronny's room. Ronny was the son of Calvin and Charlotte, but Ronny wasn't in his room, or in the house for that matter.

 

Charlotte wore a plain white shirt and sweatpants. She didn't try to dress nice after work. She was, as described by Calvin's boss, a 'curvy MILF', she had the curves where it counted, she was quite thin, and if she had the right clothes and makeup, she could look more as if she were in her 20s, than in her 40s. "Your boss wouldn't let you stay later?" she asked with a frown. Her green eyes looked at Calvin solemnly.

 

"The sheer fact he's giving me 60 hours a week is a miracle." Calvin replied. He loathed his office job. His boss watched him like a hawk, but it paid well. His blue eyes met Charlotte's green ones. "I'm not sure how much longer he's going to let me do this."

 

Charlotte sighed heavily. "My teaching job has been cutting hours too. They haven't been doing very well when it comes to funding." She turned to the side of the couch she sat on, and looked at a picture of her, Calvin, and Ronny. Ronny was 12 years of age. He was a little chubby in the photo, but definitely happy with his parents. "We're short three grand this month. If we can't make the money..."

 

"I know damn well what happens if we can't make the money!" Calvin shouted with his hands raised in the air. He paused moments after, and took a seat on the recliner with his head in a hand. "I'm sorry. I just..." he wasn't one to burst out with emotions, he was normally the quiet nerdy one, but stress would get to anyone. He tried to keep his emotions bottled up, but it gradually became harder and harder to do so as time went on.

 

Charlotte frowned at the shout. The two had an average marriage. They weren't the happiest couple sure, but they were far from the worst. The two loved each other, and often worked through their troubles. It had been a lot harder for the past few months for them though. "I know. This is stressful. For all of us."

 

Calvin glanced over to a doorway that led into the kitchen. "How long has it been?"

 

"...three months next week." Charlotte responded quietly.

 

The two didn't like to discuss their situation. The reason Ronny wasn't in the house was because he was in the hospital with a serious illness. At first they just thought Ronny had a cold that turned into the flu, but his health was a downward spiral from there. It turned out he had a chronic disease that damaged his immune system beyond repair. He was stuck almost living at the hospital, as he couldn't go outside without catching some strange illness. Unfortunately, Calvin and Charlotte's health insurance couldn't cover the entire cost of supporting Ronny in the hospital, so the rest of the bill went to them. It cost a significant amount of money as well. The two had tried to reach out to the hospital, to the insurance, and to others, but no one responded with the aid they needed.

 

There was a moment of silence that felt like an eternity. Calvin finally broke the silence. "I'm going to go take a shower." He walked down a hallway opposite of the kitchen, and into their bathroom.

 

Charlotte glanced over at the time. While it was still fairly early in the night, she had to get up early in the morning. She walked down the same hallway, and passed by Ronny's room. She tilted her head, and shifted her eyes away from the child's bedroom, and just went into the master bedroom.

 

Calvin and Charlotte's bedroom had a large bed, big enough for the two of them. There was a small nightstand on one side, and a dresser on the other. There was also a television in the bedroom, but it wasn't quite nearly as big as the other. Their room, much like most of the house, was clean. The pair were often not at home with how much they were working, and even when they were at home, they weren't very active. With no pets, or anything else to make a mess, the house was merely dusty, not filthy.

 

Their bathroom was similar to the rest of the house when it came to how clean it was. There was a toilet, and a simple shower with bathtub. There were white tiles on the floor, with purple walls and a white ceiling. There was also a dent in the wall, one made by a fist Calvin had made a few weeks ago.

 

Silently, Calvin took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. He was roughly the same age as Charlotte, and like in Charlotte's case, he didn't look bad for being in his 40s. His body was toned, and while he was a little hairy all over, he wasn't fat, even when he hadn't been taking care of his diet.

Calvin took a quick shower. He stepped out only ten minutes after he got in, and dried himself off with a nearby towel from the towel rack. He tossed it into a nearby laundry basket, and then brushed his teeth. Once done, he got dressed in underwear, a black shirt, and pajama bottoms. He then went into the master bedroom to meet Charlotte, and he laid down by her side.

 

Charlotte was still up. She laid against the bed with the television turned on. She didn't speak a word when Calvin came in, she just merely watched television, a game show network channel.

 

Calvin was as silent as Charlotte was. They both knew their financial situation was slowly growing worse. Neither could keep working as much as they did, and if they couldn't afford Ronny's medical bills, then there was really only one thing they could do, but neither wanted to discuss such an option openly, even if they both knew, at the rate they were going, it might become their only option.

 

Calvin looked over at his own nightstand, and his alarm clock shaped like a Star Wars 'Death Star.' He had collected various nerdy things throughout his life. Small statues, Lego models, harmless toys that he and Ronny had fun with on occasion. He didn't pay much attention to his nerdy models lately, as they often reminded him of his son. It was true that they could visit their son in the hospital, but it cost money to even do that, because they had to be sanitized inside the hospital as to not spread any potential illness that could make Ronny's situation worse.

 

Charlotte looked over at Calvin. The two were deeply concerned about money, and about Ronny. She was well aware of the so many silent nights they spent in bed, just watching television until they fell asleep. The situation didn't just put stress on their wallets, it put stress on their marriage. She reached up to him with a slender arm, and stroked his shoulder slowly. "We need to think about what we're going to do when this is all over. Imagine when Ronny gets home, and then the paychecks we'll get after. We'll definitely have enough for more children."

 

Calvin liked the idea of more kids. Not just the children themselves, but the entire process of how it went. Obviously, the sex, but also Charlotte's body that grew with fat during pregnancy. Calvin was fond of fat women, a fetish he tried to keep secret, but he was made fun of for it. The only time Charlotte was fat was during her pregnancy. He was too embarrassed to talk about his fetishes with her, but the time that she was pregnant was definitely the most exciting time of their lives. "Yeah." he said with a faint smile, and a single tear. "It will be nice, and soon I hope."

 

"I hope so too." Charlotte kissed Calvin's cheek, the same one the tear shed. With that, she turned off the television, and went to sleep. Their sex life had long since faded when Ronny was put in the hospital. Even protected sex wasn't the same for either of them anymore, especially when it was hard to get in the mood.

 

The next morning, Calvin woke up at 8 AM. He went about his normal morning routine. He showered, he brushed his teeth, and he had coffee and dry cereal for breakfast. It was a boring routine, but it got him through the day. With his routine finished, he put on a white undershirt, as well as a black business suit, blue tie, and then went off to his office job with a briefcase in hand. He knew once he got there that he was likely going to have to deal with a certain someone, but he had to put up with that certain someone for so long that he was starting to get used to it.

 

Calvin's car was fairly normal. Like many other cars, it had its share of problems. Calvin couldn't afford repairs to the car, but at least it ran. Calvin and Charlotte used to have two cars, but they sold one a few months back to help curb their debt. Calvin's drive to his work was a good 45 minutes. He was a good worker. He didn't come in too early unless his boss gave him the okay, and he never arrived late. Calvin drove on the highway and dealt with the usual rush hour traffic. He got off at his exit, and pulled into a large parking lot that was shared with one other office building. Calvin left his car with a briefcase in hand, and went into his building to begin his day.

Calvin's office was a regular business office. He had worked hard, and long hours to become an IT administrator for the building, and while it was sometimes boring, the pay was better than most other positions.

 

The interior of the office building was decorated with gray and white marble slabs. Two desks stood at the end of a small hallway that the large entryway led to. One large desk was for the secretary, while the other was for security. On the left side were two elevators, as well as a doorway that led to the stairway, and on the right side was a glass wall with two glass doors that led into what appeared to be a waiting room, complete with vending machines and a television.

 

Calvin walked by security and the secretary with a casual wave. He had worked long enough at the office to get by without needing proof he worked there. He pressed the button on the elevator, and went to the fifth of the building. He took a deep breath, and when he stepped inside the elevator, he closed his eyes. One more day begun and another day closer to being done. He mentally told himself.

 

Once the elevator reached the fifth floor, Calvin stepped out of the elevator, and went into his office. The fifth floor was where the IT department was located, as well as another break room. As the IT admin, Calvin had his own separate office, located next to the computer mainframe and wireless modems. His office was rather plain, with a few Dungeon and dragon monsters set up on his desk, as well as a Newton's Cradle, each ball of the cradle filled halfway with different colored liquids. A single laptop set atop his desk, waiting for him to sign in.

 

The moment Calvin took a seat on his chair at his desk, the white phone on that brown desk rang. Calvin picked it up half-heartedly, almost knowing who was on the other end. "Hello? Yes...yes...I'll be right up." Calvin hung up with a heavy sigh. He didn't have even enough time to look out his window to the highway before his boss wanted to see him. It was normal for a worker to hate their boss, but Calvin absolutely loathed his boss. He wasn't even sure how his boss became a boss to begin with. With a grimace on his face, Calvin walked back out of his office, back to the elevator, and rode it to the top floor.

 

The top floor of the business building was much more simplistic compared to the other floors. As the elevator doors opened, there was the stairway beside them, and a short hallway down. At the end of the hallway and to the left was the executive bathrooms, while to the right was their lunch room. It lacked vending machines, but there was often food placed in there on a regular basis. Straight at the very end of the hallway was the boss's room, closed by white walls and two large doors next to a keypad. There was a locked door on the way down the hallway, as white as the walls to look plain and ordinary yet made of cold steel, but Calvin didn't know what was beyond that one door.

 

Calvin knocked on the dark wooden double doors that led into the boss room, and slowly walked inside of it. His head was low, and he couldn't show any emotion except a grimace on his face. "Yes boss?"

 

The office of Calvin's boss had red carpeting that went up to a large desk that stood right in front of a giant window that saw a city in the distance. Books lined the left side of the white walls, while a large television sat on the right, along with various smaller monitors alongside it. A treadmill and a bench press sat in front of the television. The ceiling was painted with a classic mural of small angels in the heavens. There was a faint scent of cum in the air, though no sign of sex to be seen.

 

At the desk was a computer, a phone, and Calvin's boss. His name was Jeremy and he was best described as an asshole. Once a linebacker in high school and your typical meathead jock. Jeremy had let himself go to pot a bit with age. While he was still strong and muscular, his physique was hidden underneath a flabby beer belly and extra padding all around. Jeremy preferred to be called by his first name by employees, claiming that it made employees feel more comfortable around him. He was the kind of boss that came off nice and friendly on the outside, but those that knew him, knew just how dark and perverted he truly was. "Calvin!" Jeremy said happily, with arms spread. "Have a seat. How have things been going?" he spoke with a smile on his clean shaven face, his short brown hair stuck up and revealed his deep blue eyes underneath.

 

Calvin knew Jeremy's dark side. Jeremy was a bully in high school, and he was a bully now. Jeremy didn't get good grades, and the only reason he became the boss was because he was the son of the man who owned the company before him. Calvin knew that, deep down, Jeremy was a perverted man who hired slutty secretaries to have sex with him on a regular basis, and if they didn't, they were fired. Such things should have gotten Jeremy sued, but Calvin never heard of a successful lawsuit against Jeremy for his behaviors, no matter how vile. No matter how much Jeremy tried to look the part, he was a perverted man who was into drugs on a regular basis, and the community knew it. "What did you call me up here for?" he said in a serious tone.

 

"Calvin… Calvin. Relaxy" Jeremy flexed his fingers underneath his chin, and rested his head them. "We're friends here, aren't we Buddy? I'm no longer the High School jerk that I once. Open up and be happy. I'm giving you so many hours that I swear you'd want to retire by age 45 with the money you're raking in. It's not like I'm forcing those hours on you." Jeremy said with a smirk..

 

Calvin wasn't one to speak out of line, especially to Jeremy. It was a combination oftheir history together and Calvin's demeanor that prevented him from doing so.True though it was that Jeremy had helped Calvin out with the extra hours. It was equally true that he wouldn't need so many hours if he’d just pay what Calvin was worth. . "I'm sorry." He said as he kept it simple.

 

"Speaking of so many hours, I couldn't help but notice..." Jeremy turned around in his office chair away from Calvin. "You've changed ever since you've been working longer hours." He tilted back in that chair. "Now, I may have not have been the brightest back in high school but doesn't mean I'm stupid." He spun back around in his large and luxurious office chair. The effect, while subtle, added a bit of extra drama to his next words. "How's that son of yours holding up in the hospital?"

 

Calvin's jaw dropped. He had asked for more hours, but he had never specifically stated the reason why he needed those hours. He was a quiet person at his job, he never even socialized with the coworkers, let alone tell them what was going on. Calvin had heard a rumor that Jeremy had connections, but he didn't know if they were true or not. "He's doing fine." He said quietly, an outright lie. He didn't want to bring his son's situation into his work, that's why he never spoke up about it.

 

"Really……...?" Jeremy slowly moved a hand underneath his desk. He pulled out a folder, and held it up. "Because my sources tell me that he can't leave the hospital due to an illness, and he can't get very many visitors because he gets sick very easily. The doctors say it's a mutation of an infamous virus. Now, of course this job provides health insurance for you and your family, but as good as our health and dental plans our, there's no way our plans would cover such a thing happening to a child. Knowing you, you're paying out of pocket, aren't you?"

 

Calvin stared at the light brown folder. He should have known Jeremy would dig into it and find out eventually. Calvin knew his job had to reveal details of what he was using his health insurance money on, but not in such great detail. He could feel his heart sink. Jeremy was his bully, he bullied his employees when he got the chance to do so. He had a strong feeling where this was going. "What is it you wanted to see me about?"

 

"You know, a lot of organizations get upset when they see one individual has been working so many hours." Jeremy spoke with a soft smirk. "They begin to question why the company is letting him work so much, even if that individual is doing this of their own free will." His smirk turned into a frown. "If your union were to find out how much you've been working, they'd raise questions. You don't want me to appear as the villain to everyone, do you?"

 

Calvin wanted to say that Jeremy was already the villain to everyone. His boss was an egoistic womanizer. He knew better than to talk to his boss about such things, but at the same time, he didn't want to say no either. He suspected he'd be walking into a trap to cut his hours. "I need the extra hours, and you know it, sir." He replied, sternly.

 

"I know." Jeremy's frown turned into a smirk again swiftly. "But let's pretend for a moment that I'm willing to help you out in your dire situation. You continue to work multiple hours, but you earn enough money to help out your son in the hospital. Would you like that?"

 

Calvin mentally wished his hours would be reduced, AND he could still help Ronny. He knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. However, he also knew something else. "That's awfully generous of you, boss. Thank you... but... but... why would you do this all of the sudden? Calvin stuttered. The tension was really getting to him and the wolfish grin on Jeremy's face was beginning to frighten him more than usual.

 

"Haha... ah Calvin. You are a sharp one. Well, you know that sexy wife of yours?" Jeremy tilted his head slightly. "No, no, I'm not asking what you're thinking. I'm just curious... a woman as naturally curvy and well-endowed as her. Women like that, with those kind of genes, they don't stay slim and trim everywhere without working at it. How many models with those kind of hourglass body's blimp up after having kids? So I ask you, what would happen if she stopped? 

 

Calvin's eyes widened in shock, not just at what his perverted boss had just said, but that it was all true. Jeremy knew. Charlotte worked hard to maintain her figure. She carried her extra pounds in all the right places but she didn't exercise and watched what she ate, she'd easily become what some called a bbw or big beautiful woman. Not that Calvin would complain. He was a closet fat admirer. He loved it when she was pregnant, and he secretly hoped that Charlotte would one day kick the diet and finally let go and indulge herself. . He would never tell Charlotte such things of course, he loved her too much and supported whatever she wanted to do. Calvin was also ashamed of this perversion of his since most of society seemed to look down on his preferences. Combined with the fact that he had married out of his league with her beauty, personality, and brains... Calvin was certainly not going to jeopardize his marriage by bringing up his love of fat girls. "You want me to...get my wife fat?" he asked. It sounded like a bizarre request.

 

"Not just fat, Jeremy my boy." Jeremy stood up, his belly pushing into the edge of the desk. "I want her to work here under me. I want to watch her become fat. I want to take pictures of her weekly to keep track. I want to fuck her as she gets huge and help encourage her to tell her that eating is SO damn good." Jeremy pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and slammed it on top for Calvin to see. "Just sign this contract and we can begin first thing tomorrow."

 

Calvin looked down at the contract. Like many contracts he had seen, this one was convoluted. It didn't matter what the contract said though, Calvin knew what Jeremy wanted, and he was hesitant to sign for that reason alone. Sure, he wanted to see his wife plump up and get fat again, but not in a legal binding contract. He stared down at the multi-page document with tiny words, silent.

 

"You don't have to sign it." Jeremy said with a casual shrug. "You can always read over it too of course." He added. He pulled out today's newspaper from his desk and opened it up. "Don't mind me, I'll keep myself occupied while you wait." With the paper opened up, Jeremy made sure that the front page was in Calvin's view. On the page, it mentioned that teachers were getting laid off due to more budget cuts.

 

Calvin very much saw the front page. He thought about his wife Charlotte, and how she mentioned there were issues with her part-time teaching job. She wouldn't get laid off...would she? He thought to himself. If she were laid off, and if he fired me because I didn't sign the contract...that would be the end of it. He added. He knew it would have been illegal to fire him for not signing a contract, but suing Jeremy would have taken an incredible amount of time and effort, so much so that Calvin would be bankrupt before he got money, if he even did. Jeremy owned the police, amongst other things in the city. Calvin wasn't fully aware just how much of the city Jeremy owned, but he knew with the amount of money Jeremy had, it wouldn't be hard to own even the very local courts. "If I sign these papers...will there be any more financial problems?" Calvin asked, hesitantly.

 

"But of course. You will never have to worry about financial troubles with Ronny again." Jeremy replied with a smirk. In truth, he wasn't even reading the paper. Inside the newspaper, he was reading a large pornography magazine.

 

Calvin continued to stare down at the paperwork. He knew Charlotte would hate him for signing such a document, but what choice did they have? Plus, deep down, he wanted to see his wife get fat again. He grabbed a black pen, and signed his name at the bottom without another word.

 

Jeremy closed the newspaper once Calvin signed the contract. "Excellent." Jeremy took the contract away the moment it was signed, and put it underneath his desk. "Go about the rest of your business today, feel free to stay as long as you want. When you come in tomorrow however, bring in Charlotte." He spoke quickly about the details. "Have her wear whatever she prefers...but the sluttier, the better."



Calvin shakily stood up from his seat. His eyes pointed downwards at the desk. He mentally desired to punch Jeremy so hard that he would crash through the glass windows behind him, but despite such thoughts, he was not a violent man. In addition, even though Jeremy had gained quite a bit of weight, there was undeniably some muscle on him, enough to overpower Calvin, should he try anything. "Y-yes, of course." He said with a hint of stuffer and without making eye contact with Jeremy. He turned around and left the office.



As Calvin went back to the elevators, he kept his eyes on the red carpeting beneath him. He ignored the woman that passed by him, though he could make out the woman had virtually no shoes on, and a black thong. Calvin paid no attention to whatever else the woman wore. It mattered not to him. He was worried about Charlotte. He just hoped that she would understand their situation. Calvin didn't do it because he wanted to see Charlotte get fatter, even if that was a desire he had. He signed the papers for their son.



Calvin was thankful the rest of the day went by quickly, and silently. He did his job, and that was all he wanted to do. Like before, he worked late into the night. He didn't check up on Charlotte, as he was aware she had her own job to do. Neither of them had cell phones either; they got rid of various luxuries to help pay the hospital bills. Cable, cell phones, they even had the cheapest internet service, and used antennae to watch television.



Calvin drove home well after dark. Like last night, and so many nights before, he returned home at 8 PM with a briefcase in hand, and a grimace on his face. How am I going to explain this to Charlotte? He thought to himself during the drive. This time he returned home, it was particularly bad for him.



Charlotte was already home. She had returned far earlier. She sat on the couch in front of a turned off television with smeared makeup on her face, and a letter on the small table in front of the couch. Once Calvin came home, she looked over to him without a word, merely a sniffle.



Calvin knew their lives were fairly depressing, but even he didn't think it was one they should cry over. He would have asked what was wrong, but he noticed the letter on the table. He glanced at it, and grimaced. The letter said that Charlotte was being laid off of her part-time teaching job. The education budget was just slashed too much to keep so many teachers on board. He set down the letter, as well as his briefcase, and gave her a warm hug. "I'm sorry."

 

Charlotte nodded in Calvin's grasp. Her arms hugged Calvin back, although loosely. "How will we be able to get by this month now?" she knew they were already so far behind, so much so that no credit card company would allow them to spend that much, and even if they did, the amount of debt they would be in would leave them worse off for future months.



"Well, I talked to my boss today..." Calvin started. He had no idea how he was going to say it to her. "He was interested in giving you a job there. He said it would help pay off the hospital bills."



Charlotte thought it was strange. She had heard a lot about Calvin's boss from Calvin, mostly negative things. She had seen him once during a Christmas party, and he just made himself out to be a pervert the way he stared at woman's asses, even squeezing a few. Charlotte remembered that Jeremy tried to squeeze her ass, but she slapped him and ran off before he had the chance. While she already loathed the idea of working at a place with such a one-track mind of pure perverted thoughts, if they didn't have to worry about money until Ronny's condition improved, she thought she could live with it. There was one thing that bothered her though. "You work in an office building, don't you? I don't know how to do much of anything in there. Is it a secretary job?"



Calvin knew Charlotte wasn't going to like what he said. No matter how he phrased it, no matter what tone he spoke about it in, she was going to hate it. He wanted to remain silent about such things, but he knew it would get much worse when she found out that he already signed the contract. "K-kind of...he...he um...he wants you to join the job as a feeder. He wants you to get fat for him. He wants you to stuff your face, and do whatever he wants to do to you. Including sex."



Charlotte was taken aback. She knew Jeremy was perverted, but she didn't think he was THAT perverted! With wide eyes, she pushed away from Calvin, and shook her head firmly. "I can't do it! You know I can't do it!" She worked so hard to maintain her figure for so long. She hated the idea of becoming fat, let alone what was basically a slave to the whims of Calvin's boss, especially sex with such a man.



"It's for our son." Calvin said with a solemn look. He let Charlotte push free. He stared deeply into her green eyes. "He made me sign papers so you would have to do it. If I didn't sign them, I'm positive he would have fired me for it. We would have had a lot more to worry about than Ronny if we both lost our jobs." Calvin had to just say it. The hard truth was better than an easily discoverable soft lie.



Charlotte was still in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she should slap Calvin, or cry hysterically at the new job Calvin signed her up for. It was true that it was just paperwork, signatures meant little. The two could run away, but they would still have financial problems, and they definitely couldn't leave their son alone. "We need to call the police. Hire a lawyer and sue your boss. None of what he wants to do to me can be legal."



Calvin could feel his heart pound. He felt a surge of emotions flood inside of him, emotions he wanted to keep bottled up, but he couldn't let Charlotte call the police. Such an act would merely cause more problems for them. He clenched his hands into fists, and squeezed his lips together. Moments later, he had to speak up. "Jeremy owns the police. He controls just about everything around town. Police, judges, you name it." Calvin wasn't sure how much Jeremy controlled exactly, but he knew the amount of money Jeremy had allowed him to do such things. 



Calvin knew Jeremy showed his authority when women tried to sue him for sexual harassment. Every case was dropped, and the woman either had to accept Jeremy's harassment, or Calvin never saw, or heard from them again. He had heard that many of those women were out on the streets, and likely fled from town.



Charlotte knew the rumors, but she wasn't sure how true they were. She had no reason to suspect Calvin was lying, but she knew she had to do SOMETHING about it. "I want to try anyways." She grabbed a cordless phone, and began to dial.



Calvin was hesitant to stop her. It was one thing to get angry on occasion, but another to get physical. Calvin was still a nerd at the end of the day, getting physical to do something, like grab that phone away from Charlotte was something he simply could not do. "Y-you're just going to make it worse." Calvin looked down at the floor. "The police are going to tell him, and then he's going to make things much harder for both of us." he started as strong as he could, but his voice gradually weakened. "I've heard stories, and I've seen women escorted out by police, women that report him to the police. We have to do this Char, for Ronny."



Charlotte's fingers froze before she hit the 'talk' button on the phone. She was at a loss whether or not she should try to dial or not. If Calvin was telling the truth, she didn't want things to get worse for her, or her son. At the same time, Charlotte wasn't like Calvin. Charlotte was a damn hard worker. She worked hard to keep her slim body and near-perfect figure. She might not have done the best in college, but she was still intelligent and brave. She pressed the red 'cancel' button on her phone, and let the phone slip from her fingers onto the ground beneath her. "Fine," she said quietly. "But I'm going to find a way out of this. I'll find police that Jeremy doesn't own. I'll find a lawyer in another state. Fuck, I'll find a way to bring this up to the President if I have to." It sounded farfetched, but Charlotte was determined. She'd give in for now, if only because she was out of options, but she was going to find a way at some point.



Calvin let out a deep breath when Charlotte agreed to it. He loathed the idea just as much as Charlotte, but he didn't want to engage in anything with his boss. The only way he knew Jeremy controlled as much as he did was thanks to the stories he heard, and the things he saw. He had never any direct confrontation with Jeremy himself. "I hope you do." He mumbled. He also hoped she found a way out of it, and of course everything else she had stated. "But until then, I'm going to shower, and then we'd both best head to sleep, and then I'll take you to work with me tomorrow."



Calvin went into the bathroom, undressed, and took a long, hot shower. He wasn't sure what else he could even try to do to help Charlotte. The two needed the money. I just signed the papers. It's up to Charlotte what she's going to do with Jeremy. He thought to himself. Deep down, he liked the idea of seeing Charlotte come home bigger and fatter, but he would never state something so openly. Maybe I can try to treat her better at home. He added as a mental note. It was far from ideal, but his choices were limited.



Charlotte stared at the blank television screen in silent contemplation. She was mad at Calvin for signing her up for such things. She knew she could always just say no, but Calvin had a point. Their lives would be so much worse off. She stared at her reflection in the television screen in wonder. She worked hard to keep her slim body. Her stomach growled often throughout the day, and she was often angry due to hunger pains. She turned away from the television briefly to look up at the time, and grimaced. She stood up, and made her way to the bedroom. 



Once in the bedroom, Charlotte changed into a large loose gray t-shirt and purple pajama bottoms. "I'm not doing this for me." she said to herself as she tossed her bra onto the floor next to her dirty clothes. "I'm doing it for Ronny...and NO ONE else." She muttered with a brief glance over in the direction of the bathroom. She knew Calvin meant well, he wasn't a bad person, but she wished he would at least have talked to her about it before signing her up for such things. Charlotte let her dirty clothes stay on the ground, and just crawled into bed. She turned on the television in their bedroom, and just stared at the screen. She didn't care about cleaning up after herself tonight. She didn't care about eating tonight. She just wanted to go to bed and get tomorrow done.



Calvin spent quite some time in the shower. He let the hot water run over his body, and tried to shake the thought of work out of his head. Physically, he felt cleaner; mentally, he felt filthy.

"Why did I sign those papers?" Calvin asked himself quietly. He just wanted a life where he collected geeky toys to put on display, live a normal life with Charlotte, and even have more kids along with Ronny. He knew there was nothing he could do about it now though. What was done was done. He'd have to leave it up to Charlotte, and hoped that it wasn't too bad for her. He knew Jeremy was a womanizer, but he didn't know how bad he was. Calvin got out of the shower, dried himself off and got dressed in gray pajamas afterwards. He walked into the bedroom, and got on his side of the bed opposite of Charlotte. He wanted to apologize, but he felt as if that might just make things worse. He laid in bed and just watched the channel that Charlotte had the television on.



Charlotte didn't speak a word to Calvin. She sat there with a grimace on her face, and her eyes stared directly at the television. A tear went down her cheek as she briefly thought about their situation. She could only hope it would get better. She tossed the remote to Calvin without so much as even a glance in his direction, and then laid down to sleep.



Calvin glanced at Charlotte briefly now and then. He didn't focus on the television, and he could tell that she wasn't either, even if her eyes stared directly at it, her mind was elsewhere. He glanced over briefly at the dresser, and the large Lego models he had on top of it. With a sigh, he turned off the television, and went to bed with Charlotte.



The night was quiet for the two while they slept. Dreams were filled with nightmares, but for both of them, it was reoccurring to have nightmares of helplessness and despair, such was the case of the situation they were stuck in. Calvin awoke a few times during the night for unexplainable reasons, though he was quick to fall back asleep. Calvin was worried about tomorrow, but at the same time, sleep was the only time he had to try to forget his troubles. Even if most of his dreams wouldn't allow him to do so.





Calvin awoke the next morning as the alarm went off. He got out of bed, turned off the alarm, and turned to Charlotte. "Char, it's time to get up." He spoke softly. He was hesitant to wake her, but he knew it had to be done. He sat up in bed and watched her for a brief moment. When he noticed that she wasn't moving, he gently grabbed her shoulder and shook her lightly.



Charlotte's eyes opened up when she heard the alarm, but she faced away from Calvin. She still remembered yesterday. Her mind was filled with nightmares, ones she quickly forgot, but ones that made her shed a tear. She knew what she was expected to do yesterday, and she also knew that Calvin was to blame for at least part of it. She felt his plain hand, but she was quick to brush it away. "I'll get ready when I damn feel like it." She said angrily as more tears streaked down her cheeks. She felt as if she was in prison, and it was time for her execution, but without a last meal.



Calvin was aware she was depressed, but he had no idea just how deep it was. "Take your time." He then said, quietly. He wasn't one to get into a conflict, let alone with his own wife. He got out of bed, and went about his morning routine. He made himself cereal, including some for his wife, had some coffee, and then showered and dressed up for work. It was a fairly quick routine that took him less than half an hour to do.



Charlotte laid in bed for a good ten more minutes. She wrapped her arms around her front and squeezed gently as more tears ran down her face. She prayed that she just woke up into some sort of nightmare, yet the longer she laid there, the more she realized how real it all was. She slowly got out of bed and dressed up in a black bra and panties, as well as a regular red shirt and blue jeans. She wasn't going to dress highly for a job she felt forced to do. Once dressed, she sat down in bed with her head low.



Calvin returned once he was dressed and ready. He sighed when he saw Charlotte's depressed look. Sure she was dressed, but her hair was a mess, her skin was unwashed, and he knew she was hungry. He wasn't sure what exactly to say to make her feel better, but he had to try. "I don't like this any more than you do Char." He said with a grimace. "But the sooner we get this over with, the sooner it's done."



Charlotte stood up. "You forgot your fucking glasses yesterday. They're next to the car keys." She said in a furious tone, combined with hints of sobs. Without a glance in Calvin's direction, she walked out of the bedroom.



Calvin glanced over to where he always set the car keys, and indeed he found his glasses. He had lost them a few days ago, but didn't worry too much about them. It helped him read and drive, but he could still do both tasks fine without them. As he put on the thin wire frame glasses, he remembered the contract he signed earlier. While he did read it, he did it without his glasses. Deep down, he hoped it was something he wouldn't regret, at least more than he was already regretting it now. He didn't give a thanks. He simply took his glasses, and went to the door to meet up with Charlotte.



Charlotte walked outside with Calvin without a single word. She was hungry, she was tired, and she was both furious, and depressed. She had no control over her situation. Even Calvin had more control over her than she did. She walked out to the car and got in the passenger seat without a single word. Her face wore a constant frown, her brows furrowed, and tears ran down her cheeks.



Calvin was much calmer when it came to getting in the car. He knew they were going through rough times. Their times were only going to get rougher, but at least their son would hopefully be taken care of. Calvin knew Jeremy was a womanizing jackass, but he often kept his promises to aid others that needed it. Calvin started up the car, and drove off. He turned on classical music on the radio. He was also silent during the drive. While Calvin was depressed and angry himself, it wasn't nearly on the same level as Charlotte was. Calvin bottled up those emotions like he often did. It did make for the occasional outburst, but he learned at his job that it was best not to get furious, lest he lose his income, healthcare, and then his son.



The drive felt like an eternity compared to the normal days Calvin drove to work. He pulled up into the all too familiar parking lot, and got out of the car. He briefly took the time to stare at the lot, and the office building. Both were well kept. The parking lot was completely black with parking lines where it was needed, and the office building was very well maintained. Calvin was reminded how Jeremy tried to appear so nice on the outside, yet on the inside he was a completely different man. Calvin then checked the other office building the parking lot connected to. The other building had broken windows along various floors. Some windows boarded up, others openly exposed. He could make out the interior of some floors when he was at work, and each interior room Calvin saw in the other office building had very few supplies, or broken supplies. Calvin knew that Jeremy bought out the other building in a hostile takeover, and he didn't bother to do anything about it.



Charlotte had been to Calvin's work place a few times before, so the office wasn't entirely alien to her. She got out of the car and just walked towards the building where Calvin worked. She was still tremendously upset at him for signing papers involving her, but also about the job that she was going to do. I'm just going to lay down the line right off the bat. She mentally told herself. I'm setting rules and boundaries. This is MY job. She had to be firm with Calvin's boss. Charlotte knew Calvin was sort of a pushover at times. Charlotte would have to be the exact opposite. She opened the doors, and walked inside the building without even so much as checking back to see if Calvin was following her.



The entryway was unchanged from yesterday. Charlotte wasn't entirely sure where she should go though. She walked up to the large desk where the secretary sat. "Excuse me...I'm Charlotte...where do I report to?" she asked. She was still furious deep down, but she knew it wasn't the fault of the secretary, so she couldn't be angry at her, even if Charlotte still showed her frustration and depression with a sad tone, traces of tears down her cheeks, and the inability to look at the secretary in the eyes when she asked her question.



The secretary working at the desk today was a woman that looked questionably over 18 years of age. She was definitely very developed with an E cup chest, fair skin, and while she wore office clothing, it looked as if the office clothes were far more suited for a pornography setting with their lack of sleeves, short skirt, and V neck that revealed the very top of her chest. Based on the noises that came from the computer she was using on the large desk, she was playing a video game rather than do any sort of office work. "Huh?" she pressed a button that paused loud video game music that Charlotte could hear. The secretary gave her a glance before she gave a shrug. "Top floor up, Jeremy wants to meet all new employees." She spoke in a ditzy voice. She looked, and sounded, like a bimbo. The secretary's puffed up lips, makeup, and the way she leaned to make her chest constantly show itself off also made her appear as a slut.



Calvin arrived just after Charlotte asked the question about where she should go. He was hesitant to approach her to help her out. He still knew how furious she was, and the last thing he wanted to do was to do something to accidentally provoke it. Unfortunately, in order to get to the elevators, he had to get past the large desks. He waited by the doors for Charlotte to leave, but also tried to listen in, just in case she did need help with anything.



Charlotte heard the entryway door open, and she instinctively knew who it was. She was still frustrated at Calvin for signing her up for this deal in the first place. "Thank you." She responded to the secretary with a hint of anger. She walked past the large desk, and right to the elevator. Without so much as a glance back at Calvin, Charlotte walked into the elevator, hit the top floor button, and then the button that closed the elevator doors before Calvin could get a chance to even get in with her.



Calvin watched Charlotte from behind. He frowned when she just got in the elevator, and the doors closed so quickly that he could only assume she pressed the button to close the elevator doors. He could only hope that she was calmer after the work day was finished. He walked past the large desk himself, and gave a casual wave to the secretary before he went to another elevator. Calvin pressed the button to bring the elevator down, and then he went up to his office to get right to work.



Charlotte rode the elevator up to the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, Charlotte spent little time focused on the walls of the hallway that she walked into, and simply approached the double doors. The dark wooden colors with gold painted handles told her that the room must have belonged to someone important in the company. Charlotte also noticed a sign that read 'Jeremy Joseph' near the doors. She clenched her right hand into a fist, and then pounded on the door.



The door opened seemingly by itself to reveal the lavish office that was Jeremy's own. Jeremy sat at his desk, and on his lap was another woman that looked to be roughly 25. 

While the woman wasn't as thin as the secretary, she still had a very huge bust, and a big smile on her lips. Her blue eyes however, had an expression of fear as the woman saw Charlotte walk in. She had a pink silk bra on, as well as pink panties, and nothing else that covered her besides her long brown hair that went down to just past her shoulders.



Jeremy smiled as Charlotte walked in. While the two hadn't seen each other in months, Jeremy immediately recognized her. "Ah good, you're here." Jeremy slapped the woman's ass that was on his lap so suddenly. "Be a dear and leave us alone babe. I have to train our new employee."



The woman jumped at the sensation of her ass getting slapped. Jeremy didn't even refer to her by name, and yet despite the slap and being called 'babe', she simply hopped off his lap, and nodded without turning in his direction. "Of course Jeremy." She spoke in a monotone voice. She walked forward toward the double doors, and as she passed by Charlotte, the woman mouthed a single word to her before she left the office, and to the elevators.



Charlotte couldn't believe the sight she had just seen. She wondered if this was what she had to look forward to. She glanced back at the woman as she walked off to the elevators with the mouthed word in her mind. She heard no voice from the woman when she opened her mouth, but based on the look in the woman's eyes, and the way she expressed her mouth to her, Charlotte knew very well what the woman said to her. The woman told her...to run.



Jeremy leaned forward towards his desk once the woman was gone and the doors were closed. His pudgy belly gently brushed up against the edge. "So, how have you been Charlotte? Have things been working out with that husband of yours?"



Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to take the woman's advice, but she needed the money. Calvin needed the money. Both of them needed the health insurance. "He told me about you, and I know enough about you." Charlotte spoke with a grimace on her face, and her eyes on the floor. "So, just do what you already plan to do with me."



"Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte." Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "You got me all wrong. We're just going to ease into this. Dip your toes in, and see how it feels." He reached underneath his desk before he pulled out a pair of panties. The panties were pink and partially see through, though they also had a small nub on the inner part of the panties. He tossed the panties onto the floor in front of her casually. "Would you mind putting those on for me?"



Charlotte bent her knees down and picked up the panties. She took a very careful glance at them. The panties looked new and washed, she saw nothing wrong with them, although she thought it particularly odd that Jeremy somehow knew the size of panties she wore. She couldn't help but stare at the nub in the panties. She reached down and gave it a small squeeze. It felt like hard plastic, like a hardened dildo, though less than half the length of one. She had a good idea about where Jeremy wanted her to stick that thing in her body. "Is there a bathroom I can use around here?" she asked, without a glance at Jeremy. She was still upset, but now curious about why he wanted her to wear such weird panties. Deep down, she prayed there wasn't a camera in that black nub. She didn't see any signs of tiny lights on the panties though.



"Yes, but you're going to change here, now." Jeremy pushed his chair back and put his feet covered with large cowboy boots up on the desk. "Right here in front of me."



Charlotte saw the tips of those large boots. She figured Jeremy was probably just compensating for other less large features about his body. She couldn't believe what he had just asked her to do though. It's beginning already. She mentally told herself. She also loathed the fact she couldn't fake putting on the panties either. "Isn't asking your employees to undress in front of you illegal?"



"You're more than welcome to refuse." Jeremy clasped his hands in front of his mouth briefly before he raised his head. "Of course, you're also more than welcome for you and Calvin to be out of a job, out of health insurance, and of course out of a son." Despite the clear threat, he spoke about it completely casually.



Charlotte dropped the underwear and stared at Jeremy. "You can't fire me for something like that!" She wasn't entirely certain about how companies were supposed to treat employees, but a request like that, with being told she'd be getting fired if she didn't comply, definitely couldn't have been legal. "I'm not putting those on. Go ahead and fire me. I'll get the cops involved!"



Jeremy lowered his feet off from the office desk. He pushed a gold rotary phone on his desk forward to Charlotte. "Go ahead." He said with an expressionless face. His large palm tapped a single finger on the oak desk. "Give them a call. Tell them what I'm doing to you. Tell them that I plan to make you wear special panties, dress provocatively, and just have fun basking in your misery." Jeremy wasn't worried about Charlotte. He had hidden metal detectors that could tell if anyone brought a gun or a knife into his office. Anyone that did bring a weapon found themselves in jail for even bringing it to the building.



Charlotte raised a brow towards Jeremy. Normally a man wouldn't be so confident to have the police called to them. She glanced around the room briefly and noticed cameras. She assumed that the cameras recorded sound too. If that was the case, she had all the proof she needed about just how much Jeremy was of a womanizer. Charlotte picked up the phone, but rather than dial 911, she called the non-emergency police number instead.



After three rings, a man answered the phone. "Thank you for calling the police department, this is Johnathon, how may I help you?" He spoke in a monotone, uninterested voice.



"Uhm..." Charlotte took a moment to figure out how to phrase her issue. "I'm working for a man who wants me to get naked in front of him and put on special underwear. From what I'm well aware of, he's going to ask me to do a lot more uncomfortable things. That's illegal for an employer to do on so many levels, isn't it?" She was as vague as she could be about the situation.



There was a short pause on the other end of the line before the man from the police department responded. "This is Charlotte, isn't it?" he asked, with a sudden tone of interest. "Jeremy said you'd be calling here." There was a short chuckle before he added. "I'm looking forward to all the perverted stuff he has planned for you. All of us down at the station love watching that kind of pornography."



Charlotte's eyes widened when she heard the response. I...I... She couldn't even think to herself properly. She held the cold phone, and stared at Jeremy's knowing grin. She heard the rumors, she heard it from Calvin himself, but she refused to believe it. She hung up the phone, and then picked it back up. She quickly dialed 911.



The phone rang a few times before a woman answered on the other end. "Hello Charlotte, what's your emergency?" the woman from the 911 call center spoke.



Charlotte was already in disbelief over the non-emergency police not taking her seriously, but now 911 knew it was her specifically? She had a bad feeling about it, but she had to say it. "My boss is being abusive towards me." She said, vague and simple.



"Jeremy is allowed to do whatever he so wishes to do with you." The woman replied to Charlotte. "Unless of course what he's doing to you is life threatening, but we know he isn't going to do such things. Tell you what, get it on tape that he holds a knife or gun to you, then we can take action. Until then, enjoy being his toy." With that, the line went dead as the woman hung up.



Charlotte slowly lowered the phone onto the hook with her eyes on Jeremy. She picked up the faint scent of his body odor, and his constant grin.



Jeremy gently pressed his fingers together. "So...going to put those panties on now?" he asked with a slight tilt of his head. He knew far too well based on her facial expressions how the phone calls went. "You can try to run, but it's not too hard to get the police to find you."



Charlotte glanced back down at the panties. She felt defeated. She couldn't run, she doubted she could hide, and even if she did either of those things, she'd be throwing her life away. Calvin would likely have something terrible happen to him, and as for her son...

Charlotte didn't even want to think about it.

She slowly took a few steps backwards with the panties in hand. Before she had a chance to pull down her pants though, Jeremy raised a hand.



"Hold on." Jeremy could tell that Charlotte had given up, but before she undressed, Jeremy took out a camera from his desk, and he took a quick picture. "I'm getting a before and after picture."



Charlotte was confused at the sudden flash, and exactly what Jeremy meant by 'before and after', but she didn't question it. She was too frustrated at him to. She just glanced away from Jeremy as she slowly pulled her pants down and revealed her bare legs. She took off her shoes and socks, and then set her pants aside. She revealed her own panties, ones that couldn't quite be seen through, but left little to the imagination.



Jeremy grinned at the sight of Charlotte's bare legs. The legs were as smooth as silk, and also quite thin, even up towards the hips and crotch. "Your shirt and bra also." Jeremy commented. "I want to see exactly what I have to work with."



Charlotte hesitated momentarily. She wanted to call Jeremy a disgusting filthy pervert. She wanted to grab the nearest pen and stab his eyes out. She was furious, she was depressed, and she felt absolutely helpless. Charlotte held back her violent tendencies, not because she cared about her future, but because she cared about Ronny's. She pulled her shirt off, and tossed it aside to reveal her bra. Her bra matched her panties where they covered her, but still left little to the imagination, especially her well-endowed DD chest. A single tear stroked her cheek gently, and then fell to the floor. She sniffled, but was otherwise silent.



Jeremy watched her undress with that plastered smile stuck on his face. By normal standards, Charlotte definitely looked attractive, but Jeremy was so rarely interested in the normal standard women. True he had women working under him that looked like nothing more than sluts or bimbos, but they didn't start out that way when working under Jeremy. Jeremy tapped his fingers together as he looked over Charlotte's heavy bosom, thin waist, yet large ass and hips. He mentally drew plans for her, and he couldn't wait to unleash them. "Keep going."



Charlotte continued to undress slowly. Her eyes not once glanced over at Jeremy. Tears continued to drop from her eyes as she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. The bra fluttered to the ground and revealed her perky natural bare chest. Her nipples were light pink, and slightly larger than normal, but otherwise perfect on her body. Charlotte slowly reached down to her panties, and placed her thumbs underneath the sides. She briefly paused, and took a deep breath. She then pulled her panties down inch by inch. She lowered her torso while she took off her panties, but didn't bend her knees. Once her panties were down to her feet, she slowly stood up straight to reveal her now bare body to Jeremy. She had a trimmed bush that was slightly darker than her hair, but other than that her body below her head was bare of any other hair. Her waist was slightly bigger, as was her ass. She crossed her arms over her chest with a pout on her face.



Jeremy chuckled at Charlotte. Her expression, her emotions, he had seen it on so many women before. Still, at the sight of her trimmed vagina, he couldn't help but utter a quiet "Nice." To her, before he spoke louder. "Now put the other panties on. If it makes you feel any better, there's no hidden camera." He leaned back. "If I wanted to stare at pictures of a vagina all day, I'd just use the internet for that shit."



Charlotte hardly enjoyed the situation any more knowing that. She grabbed the special panties that Jeremy tossed at her earlier, and slipped them on. She was surprised that Jeremy knew her panty size. Either that, or he just guessed. She was going to assume that he guessed, she didn't want to know if he actually knew it. She slid the panties up to her waist, and felt the small nub push itself inside her nether lips. Charlotte closed her eyes and whined lightly as she felt the underwear cover herself, but also slip inside her at the same time. The nub felt cold and hard, and while it wasn't as big as a cock, it definitely felt a bit wider than one, and it still pushed in deep enough inside of her that, while it didn't hurt, she definitely felt uncomfortable wearing what felt like a sex toy. "N-now what?" she whimpered. Her eyes still closed.



"Now..." Jeremy spoke deep. He leaned forward with a grin on his face, one that slowly grew as he looked at Charlotte's eyes. His fingers laced together just in front of those curling lips.

He suddenly pulled back, and put his hands on his desk. "Now we have some milkshakes! Go ahead and put the rest of your clothes back on." He leaned forward again. "But don't change out of those panties." His tone suddenly changed from serious, to playful in the blink of an eye.



Charlotte turned her head and blinked rapidly at Jeremy. She was still forlorn, but also confused. "Ex...excuse me?" she swore she definitely didn't hear that right.



"Get. Dressed." Jeremy spoke slowly, loudly, and clearly. "And once you're dressed, we'll go out for some frosty chocolate milkshakes." He said happily, and jokingly. "We don't actually have to go out, I can get them delivered here."



Charlotte wasn't sure if she should even take him seriously or not. She grabbed her pants, and slowly slid them back on. She would have done so quickly, but she was unsure if Jeremy was just going to say he was kidding. "But the second thing...about the panties?" she still couldn't crack a smile, but at least her tears were drying.



"Oh, that's just some minor detail. See, there's an electronic chip in there. I don't remember the details, I think it's a heat sensor. Anyways, you can't take them off for more than five minutes without remotely deactivating it. If those five minutes pass, basically the police are notified and they're free to come into your place and look for anything...wrong." Jeremy chuckled. "You could say it's for your safety."



Charlotte's heart sank. She was suddenly quick to put on her pants, and then her bra and top. Her vagina felt bizarre with the nub constantly inside of her. It was hard to be aroused by it when she was depressed, and now stricken with a sickening sensation in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't undress for more than five minutes? That wasn't even long enough to take a shower, and she was not showering with a tiny electric device between her legs. "What does it even do?" she had to ask. There had to be a reason she had to wear the special panties. If not because of a camera, what other purpose could it serve?



"You'll find out in just a moment." Jeremy leaned back, and put his arms behind his head. "For now, enjoy the milkshakes."



As if on cue, the doors to Jeremy's office opened up to reveal a woman in a French maid outfit. She had long black hair, fine as silk, with ample DD tits, although the way they rode, it looked as if it wasn't quite all natural. The bottom of her dress ended just above her bare knees, and small black high heels. The woman carried a small silver tray with her with two chocolate milkshakes on it, both complete with whip crème and a cherry on top. The woman set the milkshakes down on the desk, with a nervous smile towards Jeremy, and not a single word from the beautiful woman's face.



Jeremy grinned at the woman. He moved one hand from behind his head and grabbed one of the woman's boobs through the outfit. He gave it a lift, and a few good squeezes. "Heh, they say tits feel like sandbags. They've obviously never had special implants." He said while turned to Charlotte with a laugh. He then turned to the woman, and his smile immediately went upside down. "The fuck you still doing here? Leave us be." He turned back to Charlotte. "Speaking of tits, are you going to keep exposing your tits? Not that I'm complaining."



Charlotte watched with amazement, but she was then reminded she wasn't fully dressed yet. She put her bra and shirt back on quickly. She had slowly gotten over her depression, even if she still absolutely loathed the situation so much, there were other women in the same boat as her. She thought to herself that the old saying went misery loved company. "Right, sorry." She muttered, unable to focus fully on Jeremy.



The woman put on a huge fake smile when her tit was grabbed. It jiggled with the intensity that no natural chest should have been able to. Her smile briefly turned into a frown when Jeremy looked away from her, and then back into a smile wide enough to show off her shiny white teeth before she nodded at Jeremy, and walked away.



Jeremy watched the woman's ass bounce as she walked away, her rear bounced as fake as her chest. "I swear if I could find a good damn brain surgeon..." he paused and glanced at Charlotte. "Ah, right. Go on and drink up. I should be the one saying sorry, it's so hard to find good help these days, am I right? One minute everything's nice and fine, next minute someone screws everything up by butting in."



Charlotte didn't want to respond to Jeremy. She looked at the milkshake in front of her. The milkshake itself was so cold that she could see the air itself freezing near it, yet it was thin enough to actually be a milkshake. Charlotte stared at the two milkshakes, and she was reminded of countless movies she had seen where the hero and the villain shared a drink. Two of her fingers touched the tray, and she spun the milkshakes around so she had Jeremy's drink. "You first."



"You don't trust me?" Jeremy asked. He grabbed the clear glass bottle. With a casual shrug, he put his lips to the straw, and drank.



Charlotte watched him briefly, and then she looked down at her drink. What if HIS drink was the one I was meant to drink all along? She remembered those movies, but at the same time, the many parodies. She was incredibly paranoid, but her stomach growled angrily. She hadn't eaten breakfast, and with her diet, she barely ate much of anything at all. She grimaced as she continued to stare down at the milkshake. She remembered how the police didn't help her, and how Calvin was of little help too. She felt defeated, and absolutely helpless. She grabbed the milkshake, put the straw to her lips, and began to drink. She figured the situation was already so terrible that it would be hard to make it worse. She was expecting Jeremy to rape her at some point, but she knew she couldn't do anything to stop him, regardless if she was drugged from food or not.



The moment the milkshake touched Charlotte's lips, she felt a vibration between her legs. Her eyes widened, and she was quick to set the milkshake down on Jeremy's desk. The vibration between her legs stopped a moment after. She didn't want to ask what that vibration was out loud, but based on Jeremy's grin, it was clear that he knew.



Jeremy drank half of his milkshake before he set it down on the silver tray. "You should really set your milkshake down on the tray. I don't want to get marks on my desk." He spoke casually.



Charlotte grimaced at Jeremy. That grin was still plastered on his face. She reached down between her legs, and gently stroked her crotch. The vibration came from between her legs, right from the panties, and it made her feel undesired pleasure. Is this what he meant by I'd find out soon? She thought to herself. Her stomach rumbled again, and with a sigh, she took another sip of the milkshake. Once more, when the milkshake hit her lips, she felt the vibrations between her legs. She felt the black nub inside of her vagina wriggle and shake inside of her as she ate, giving her more of that pleasure she loathed to receive while she was there. It didn't take long for her to figure out that, somehow, the device inside of her must have been programmed to activate whenever she had something in her mouth. She was still ravenous though, and kept drinking. She did her best to ignore the vibrations and sensations between her legs, but she couldn't help but blush as she drank. As much as she distrusted Jeremy, the milkshake tasted heavenly. She could tell it was laced with plenty of sugar, among likely so many other things bad for a person's health, but wonderful for the taste. It almost tasted like pure smooth chocolate as the flavors danced on her tongue, although briefly as she was quick to swallow. Not that she hated the taste, but she wanted the vibrations between her legs to stop, and the sooner she finished the milkshake, the sooner the pleasure would halt, at least she hoped.



Jeremy watched her face while she drank. The face of torment and pleasure was always an amusing face for him to look at. He saw the redness in her cheeks, yet at the same time the frown on her face while she sucked the milk through the straw. He couldn't actively see what was going on between her legs, but he was well aware. "It's delicious, isn't it?" Jeremy said as his fat belly pushed up against the edge of the desk. "And the milkshake isn't bad either, right?"



Charlotte said nothing to Jeremy. She was too busy focused on getting the rest of that milkshake down. It tasted so heavily of sugar and so cold it was almost like melted chocolate ice cream doused in extra sugar. She downed it so quickly that her stomach rumbled of slight pain for downing the milkshake too fast. She was thankful that when she finished the milkshake that the vibrator finally stopped and she was no longer hungry, but now she had a stomachache.

Charlotte simply eyed the desk once the milkshake was emptied. She hated to admit the milkshake tasted so good that she would love to eat more, but she had to watch her weight. She hated to think about how much exercise she was going to have to make up for that sugary drink.



"I suppose you can now tell what that thing does inside of your...well let's be blunt, your cunt." Jeremy leaned back and showed off his pudgy belly. His shirt rose up enough to expose that hairy gut of his, but not his fat chest. "Whenever you eat, it gives you pleasure. Think of it as a...reward system." He leaned back forward with his elbows on the desk. "I've heard stories about you Charlotte. You diet yourself to death. You need to open up and enjoy life's pleasures. We're all inevitably going to die one day no matter how good we take care of our bodies, so live life the way you want."



Charlotte rubbed her elbow with a grimace. She didn't want to know how much Jeremy knew about her life. She could only imagine he knew much more than she wanted him to know. "Is this what you're going to make me do? Get naked for you and just eat?" she said with a depressed tone.



"Charlotte, why must you be such a pessimist? Is the drink I gave you not sweet enough? Are you lactose intolerant? It didn't say that in your profile. Does it make you gassy?" Jeremy chuckled lightly. "I mean, yes you are going to be eating and being naked a lot more, you are going to be doing other interesting...things, but unless you try to harm me or run, your life, Calvin's life, Ronny's life, I assure you that you will all be fine. Who knows? Maybe by the end of this, you'll want me as a husband instead of someone who signs your life away." Jeremy leaned back and gave his chubby gut a pat. "Care for a pizza and soda to go with that milkshake?"



Charlotte kept her eyes on the fine floor with her hands in her lap. Her hands created two tight fists when she was reminded of Calvin. Their lives had gone so far downhill, but it used to be so fine early on. She remembered the days Calvin said Charlotte should stop dieting so much if she hated it, but Charlotte wanted to keep her figure. She didn't want to be the fat woman on the block.

When she was asked for pizza, she wasn't sure how to respond. She couldn't remember the last time she even ordered for such things. Her stomach rumbled with hunger, but she spoke otherwise. "I'm fine."



"Pizza it is. I don't know your favorite toppings, so I'll just get us a supreme." Jeremy turned to his computer and went to his rapid typing to order the pizza. "In the meantime, you can suck my cock while we're waiting for the food to arrive."



Charlotte raised her head to Jeremy. "Excuse me?" Charlotte found herself asking the question as if on reflex. She had never done oral sex, not even for Calvin.



"You heard me. There's room underneath the desk for you. Get underneath and suck my cock while I work, and we both wait for pizza." Jeremy finished his order online, and then he scooted his office chair back a bit and spread his legs. He moved his hands down, and the sound of a zipper could be heard as Jeremy unzipped his black work pants.



Charlotte grimaced at the thought of sucking this man off, but she knew how much trouble she'd be in if she disobeyed. She knew that now was the time for her to say no, or do just be in it for the long haul. She knew nothing could be worse than sucking a strange man's cock off, other than of course sex, but she knew that was just a matter of time. She took a deep breath, and just sat there with her hands clenched. She didn't want to say yes, but at the same time, she knew how much trouble she'd get into if she said no.



"I know it's rather sudden to ask you to do such a thing." Jeremy reached underneath his desk. "It would also be sudden to have to do something rather...dramatic to you, should you refuse this request. I'm not asking for anal or anything like that." Jeremy smiled so wide that he showed off his pristine white teeth. While he was fat, he was rich enough for plenty of good dental work. "That will be over the coming days. Instead I just want a nice, simple blowjob."



He went from one to ten. Charlotte thought to herself. She was still as depressed as she ever was. Sure the milkshake was delicious, so much so that she could have drank countless more of those milkshakes if Jeremy gave her the opportunity. She tried to keep her mind on that as she stepped closer to the desk, and watched as Jeremy scooted back enough for her to get between him and the desk. She also noticed his pants were undone, and she saw that cock of his. 

Jeremy's cock was definitely large for a normal man's own size. It measured nearly a foot long, and three times as thick. 

Charlotte couldn't believe the size of it. Her husband's wasn't small by any means, but nowhere near as large as Jeremy's was. She stared down at it briefly, and then looked up at his face.



"I'm not sure what you're waiting for." Jeremy shrugged casually. His shirt hid his beer belly, but his pants and underwear fully exposed his cock and balls, already slightly aroused. "You have to make me cum before you can have any pizza." After a brief pause, he had to add. "And you have to swallow."



"I assumed as much." Charlotte mumbled. She walked between the desk and Jeremy, and got onto her knees. She stared at Jeremy's shaft, and then took a deep breath before she moved in. She opened her mouth, and put the tip of his shaft around her lips. She did her best to avoid all of that pubic hair on his crotch. She hated such hairs. She also tried to ignore the salty taste, the musky smell, and that gentle vibration between her legs. She closed her eyes, and more tears began to fall from her face.



"Start getting into it." Jeremy's burly hands reached down and grasped the top of her head. "You might not be able to take the whole length in your mouth now, but fuck if I'm not going to train you for it. Push it in deeper." His palms gently pushed Charlotte's head closer to his crotch.



More tears fell from Charlotte's face. Her eyes opened when she felt the strong hands up against the back of her head, and she slowly moved down and pushed Jeremy's cock deeper in her mouth. The deeper his salty, musky shaft went, the more the vibrations occurred between her legs. It was a horrible sensation of pleasure she wished would stop. Her lips sealed around the shaft, and her tongue carefully licked the cock like a Popsicle. She could feel the curly black pubic hairs tickle against her chin, and she mentally begged to not be pushed down deeper. The tip of his cock was already nearing the back of her tongue.



Jeremy's cock slowly grew more aroused in Charlotte's mouth. It gently pushed in deeper and grew wider inside of her. Above the desk, everything appeared fairly normal, but below was a completely different story. "You're acting like a complete newbie at this. Move your head up and down, twirl your tongue more, wrap your lips around it so firmly and get it so wet that when you're finally off I hear a pop noise."



The sooner he orgasms, the sooner he'll let me go. Charlotte thought to herself. At least, she hoped that would be the case. She tried to pull her head back, but Jeremy's hands still gripped her to prevent her from moving back. She stared down at the hairy crotch in front of her, and she knew there was only one way she could go now. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to take a deep breath. She simply couldn't breathe through her mouth easily with the shaft in her, and breathing through her nose just made her inhale all of that musk of his. She breathed through her nose, ignoring his scent as best as she could, and then moved down his shaft, and then back up to where she was before. She moved up and down quickly while her tongue soaked his shaft. Her vibrating panties went from a low vibration, to full on arousal when Charlotte thrusted deep enough. It faded when Charlotte pulled back, but then just grew in intensity again when she thrusted forward. She felt convinced that this was the lowest it could get for her. She knew things could not have gotten any worse than this. Even regular sex with him couldn't have been this humiliating.



"Much better." Jeremy stroked Charlotte's head as he loosened his grip. Of course he was a fan of sex with a woman, any woman. While Charlotte wasn't quite the woman he wanted her to be though, he knew he was very capable of making her into that woman. He envisioned the new woman in his head sucking his cock, and the thought of it, as well as Charlotte down there, was enough to make his cock tremble with anticipation and pressure. Only moments before Jeremy reached his orgasm, his hold tightened on Charlotte once more, and he pushed her deep down on his cock as he came. His cock pulsed and pumped as it gave her his seed deep in her mouth.



Charlotte's cheeks turned beet red when she felt the even saltier taste of cum on her tongue. The seed was thick, hot, and excessive. More than what her husband ever gave her. With her eyes still tightly held shut, she slowly swallowed bit by bit. She felt a choking sensation with the cock so deep, and cum so thick, but thankfully she was able to still breathe, if just barely. Once finished, she pulled off of Jeremy and wiped her face. Now she was looking forward to that pizza. She'd eat anything to get the taste of him out of her mouth. The vibrations in her vagina also slowed to a stop, something she was more than grateful for.



"Come sit on my lap." Jeremy pulled up his pants, not caring to clean the saliva and cum off his shaft. He patted his knee with a smile down at Charlotte. "You and I are going to have quite a lot of fun over the next few weeks. Don't worry, it won't ALL be sexually active, but I do hope you don't mind a daily naked picture of yourself."



"I thought I couldn't take my panties off for more than a few minutes." Charlotte mumbled angrily. She stood up and turned her head away from Jeremy. She tried to produce as much saliva as possible to get the rest of his seed out of her mouth.



"I can disable it temporary." Jeremy shrugged casually. "Now, sit on my lap while I get work done, and we wait for pizza. It should be here any moment."



Meanwhile, Calvin was busy at work. He was monitoring internet traffic, as well as the various IPs connected to their systems. It was incredibly hard for him to stay focused however. He couldn't stop thinking about Charlotte.



There was a knock at the door to Calvin's office. A young man in a pizza uniform walked in with two pizzas and one giant two liter soda in hand. "Hey, pizza delivery for you." The young man said with his short brown hair mostly hidden underneath a blue hat.



"I didn't order any pizza." Calvin asked with a confused look. He wasn't just confused as to why there was a pizza guy here, but why there wasn't any security escorting the man to his office. "I mean...I won't complain about free pizza though." He added with a slight tone of joking.



"Oh yeah, there's a note that came with it." The guy set the pizza down and pointed to a note. The note read 'bring to Jeremy's office. Do NOT eat or drink any of the pizza for yourself' on it.



Calvin read the note with a grimace on his face. He could only imagine why Jeremy wanted him to bring the pizza. He could smell the scent of the pizza through that box and the many, many toppings. He didn't want to get involved with whatever Jeremy was doing to Charlotte, but at the same time, his curiosity made him want to know exactly what they were doing. With a deep breath, he nodded to the pizza guy. "Yeah, thanks." He got up from his desk, grabbed the food and drink, and made his way to the elevator. He feared what he was going to see, but at the same time, his curiosity wanted to see exactly what was going on.



Calvin took the elevator to the top floor with the food in one hand, and opened up the door to his boss's room without as much as a knock.



Jeremy was sitting at his desk with Charlotte on one knee. He grinned at Calvin the moment he opened the door. "You can't even knock? How rude." He teased. His arms wrapped around Charlotte's waist.



Charlotte sat on Jeremy's lap with a grimace towards Calvin. She wanted to lash out at Jeremy and break free, but she didn't want to risk losing the money they needed to help their son, or worse. She spoke not a word either. She knew any words that came out of her mouth would be anything but good ones.



"Just...here." Calvin didn't want to say much as well. He walked up to the desk, and set the food down right on top of it gently. He had so many questions as to what the two had been doing, though as he looked at the two, he couldn't tell what they were currently in the middle of. He assumed Charlotte was being held against her will, but she looked as if she were wearing the same things. That was, until he looked down at the floor and noticed her panties. He raised his head back up at the pair with many questions, but too afraid to actually speak up about it.



Jeremy shifted forward with Charlotte still on his lap. He pulled the food up to them, and opened up the pizza box. "Ah good, it looks untouched." He closed the top of the box, and gently moved the knee Charlotte was on up and down with a grin. He then turned his attention back to Calvin. "What are you still doing here?"



Calvin took a sharp inhale. His eyes turned serious while he stared at Jeremy. He could smell the 'supreme' pizza, the pizza with almost all of the toppings, but he didn't care. He could feel a rage build within him to just lunge at Jeremy. Jail time seemed like nothing if he could get rid of the very man doing who-knew-what with his wife. It would have almost been a blessing to know he had a place to live for a few years, and he wouldn't have to worry about Charlotte. However, he did have to worry about his son as well, and for that, he very much needed his job, and he knew Charlotte had to do her part. "Nothing..." he said in a near whisper. He turned around, and left the office to go back to his own.



Charlotte sealed her lips tightly as she rode on Jeremy's knee. She felt the nub inside of her brush up against her inner folds. Her vagina was wet from arousal she wished would just stop, and the rubbing just made it worse. She watched as Calvin left, and then turned to Jeremy once he was gone. "You're a fucking monster...I hope you know that." She couldn't help herself, should something terrible happen to her as a result, so be it.



"Oh you're absolutely right." Jeremy spoke with a tone of clear sarcasm as he took a slice of pizza. He took a bite, and continued to talk while he chewed. "Here I am, the horrible dragon, and you're the damsel in distress." He swallowed. 

"But wait, where's your knight in shining armor? Was that him five minutes ago? Why, I've never seen a knight feed the dragon, and not save the princess. What kind of fairy tale are we living in where that happens?"



Charlotte wanted to shoot Jeremy an angry glare, but she had already spoken out of line, she dared not push her luck. Her stomach growled angrily as she smelled the pizza, and she glanced down at it briefly. Her strict diet made her eat so little, and that always kept her hungry, but she felt hungrier than usual for a reason she couldn't quite place.



"If Calvin was even half the man I was, I would have demanded that you be freed, and be willing to risk anything to do so." Jeremy spoke aloud as he helped himself to bite after bite of pizza with one hand, while another hand wrapped around Charlotte's waist. Jeremy didn't seem concerned when toppings drippled on top of his fat gut, or even onto Charlotte, he just ate away.



"You know he can't. We need the money..." Charlotte mumbled. Her stomach growled again, louder this time. She felt a twinge of pain in her lower abdomen from the hunger pains. She couldn't help herself any longer, the vibration between her legs be damned. She grabbed a slice, took a bite, and savored the taste of countless flavors of the toppings on the pizza.



"You need it for what, Ronny? There are many ways to make money." Jeremy chuckled. "Humans are so weird. They think losing their job is the end of the world, losing their children is such a disaster. You know there are animals that will literally eat their own children in a survival setting? After all, they can always make more kids. I'm sure you and Calvin can always make more..." Jeremy paused briefly, and he smirked. "...or can't you?"



Charlotte wanted to elbow Jeremy's stomach at such a question. It was true that her and Calvin's...procreative life was difficult, but it was blamed on stress. Stress could cause a lot about the body to change, and it made any night time of sex that much harder alone. The sexual activity of giving Jeremy a blowjob was more sexual activity than she's had at home for the past few weeks even. "Just be quiet." She said quietly. A tear caressed her cheek as she finished the first slice of pizza, and then grabbed another. Even the vibrating dildo between her legs wasn't enough to make her happy, just wet and aroused between the legs, not that she'd show it to Jeremy.



Jeremy fell silent, but the smile on his face told him he was still enjoying it. With a shrug, he shifted his leg underneath her so his kneecap was closer to her vagina. He ate half of the pizza before he went back to work on the computer with one hand. His other hand continued to reach around Charlotte and fondled her slowly.



Charlotte let out a few sobs as she ate four slices of the pizza. One slice was left before she stopped. The dildo within her vagina vibrated every time she had food in her mouth, yet she couldn't help but enjoy the flavor of the pizza, it was so rare that she had such a delectable treat. Once she stopped eating, she turned her head away from Jeremy, and stared at the turned off television. She couldn't quite turn her head enough to look out the window unfortunately. As she stared at the television, she began to zone out. She loathed being with Jeremy, and she couldn't wait for this day to end, even if Jeremy was feeding her much better than Calvin.



The next few hours were quiet for the two. Jeremy would squeeze and fondle Charlotte on occasion, but just because he was perverted didn't mean he had no work to do. He typed away at his computer, changing between documents on occasion as he double checked and punched in numbers with his free hand. He didn't bother explaining anything to Charlotte, it was all accounting business with confusing numbers and lingo that a woman like her was unlikely to get.



Calvin went back to his office. Had he a tail, it would have been between his legs after the encounter with Jeremy. His head hung low, he could only think to himself how different he should have done things. He knew he was free to come back to his office at any time, but at the same time, he feared what might happen to Charlotte, to Ronny. "Ronny better be alive and fine after all we're going through." Calvin said quietly. While he was normally avoided conflict, he wasn't sure how he would react if he had lost his son after everything Jeremy was making him go through.



Eventually 5 PM came around. A clock hung on Jeremy's wall chimed, although oddly it had never chimed during any other hour. It was a golden clock designed with dragons in the background.



"Well, Calvin will be getting off work about now. Normally that is." Jeremy commented. "He usually stays quite late to make some more money though."



Charlotte was in Jeremy's lap the entire time. She had been fondled in multiple ways, her feet were going numb on her, and she was still upset, as well as a bit bored having done little after they had eaten pizza. Not that she was sure what she could do, but she loathed the idea of being in his lap every day. "So...what are you going to do?" Charlotte asked. She wasn't sure how much money she was making. She hoped it was enough that neither her, nor Calvin, had to stay so late. She couldn't take another hour of being on Jeremy's lap. His fatty thigh was uncomfortable, and he smelled like the back alley of a drug dealer.



"Well, as boring as I am sure you think this day has been..." Jeremy reached up, and gave Charlotte's breast a squeeze. "Keeping you around was nice. Like a cat on the lap. I do like the companionship. Honestly, I have fucking nothing for Calvin to do after 5. I never have anything for him to do, I'm not even sure what he DOES after 5. He'd be pointless to keep around just to pay him more. You on the other hand..." Jeremy's hand slipped underneath Charlotte's top. "I'd love nothing more if you stuck around all day, and all night."



Charlotte felt something within her, something she couldn't explain. It was a surge of energy, not to make her run, but to speak her mind more. "I don't want to." She said with a firm tone in her voice. She was already so humiliated after what she did during the morning, it would have been hard to make things worse for her.



Jeremy's eyes furrowed, and his lips frowned. He stared at Charlotte angrily briefly before he suddenly smirked. "Heh, fine, we're done here today." Jeremy pulled his hand out of Charlotte's top. "Get up, grab your husband, and get out. I'll make sure Ronny's well taken care of, and of course, that you two get the money you need to get by, at least until tomorrow."



Charlotte wondered briefly why Jeremy was being so nice despite her lip, but she knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Thank you sir." She said with a sudden change of tone. She got off his lap, and then walked away. She paused briefly to glance down at her underwear, and then she looked back at him. She hesitated for a moment before she left, leaving her underwear behind. She wasn't sure why she did such a thing, but then again, deep down she knew she wasn't going to have much use for them anyways, especially when she had to wear special underwear. She left the office, made her way to the elevator, and went down to Calvin's floor.

Once she arrived, she made her way straight to Calvin's office. She had only been there a few times, but it was enough to memorize it. Plus all the other offices and cubicles were empty, as everyone else had left. The only office that had its lights on, the only person still there was Calvin. Charlotte opened up Calvin's door, and with a grimace, she looked straight at the desk. "It's time to leave."



Calvin had been at his desk most of the day. It was still incredibly hard to concentrate. By the time his lunch break came around, he could barely even eat anything himself.

As time went on, up until Charlotte came into his office, his work was slow, not that he didn't have much to do, but because he couldn't focus on doing it.

As Charlotte burst into his office, he looked up at her in surprise. He glanced over at the computer time, and then back at Charlotte. "I know we normally leave at 5, but I've already explained that I stay late to...wait...did Jeremy even let you go?"



"Yes. He said Ronny would be well taken care of, and we would get the money we need." Charlotte spoke firmly, and quickly. "At least for today..." she added. She knew that meant she would have to come back in tomorrow, as much as she loathed it. She spoke with a normal tone towards Calvin as well. Deep down, she was depressed and frustrated that her life was in the hands of a pervert, but that pervert was no longer with her and dammit, she wanted to take advantage of the free time she had.



Calvin glanced away towards his IT books. "I still think I should stay...make some more money. Sure, we get enough for now, but extra money never hurt."



Charlotte felt a boiling anger deep inside her. She would have gladly gone home on her own, but she rode with Calvin to work. She didn't want to spend the money on a taxi, and she had no idea what the bus routes were like as well. "Calvin," Charlotte spoke in a calm tone as she felt her heart pound harder. "You have two options. You can punch out and come home early with me, or I can ask JEREMY if he'll give me a ride home now." She wasn't sure what came over her when she mentioned his name. She loathed Jeremy for making her do such perverted things around him, but she wasn't going to stay at work. Should she need to put up with Jeremy for an extra half hour to get back home, then so be it.

Deep down, she knew there was a greater risk if she rode in a car with Jeremy, such as kidnapping, but she thought Jeremy wouldn't do such things like that. Controlling the police was one thing, but something that could involve the FBI was another matter entirely.



Calvin looked at Charlotte with a frown. He saw the grimace on her face, and he could tell she was both furious and serious. "Okay, you win." Calvin turned off his computer, grabbed his things, and walked over to Charlotte. He could only have assumed that Charlotte must have had a very bad day with Jeremy. While he did see the pair himself, it was unclear as to what they were doing. He remembered seeing her underwear on the floor, and that just made him all the more curious if she were even wearing any right now, but he was too nervous to ask.



The pair walked out to Calvin's car. While they were leaving with most of the other employees, they were still leaving late enough that everyone else was already driving away, some in more of a rush than others, mostly the cars being controlled by women. The sun had not yet set, but it was on the horizon, only an hour or so away from getting dark. Colors of the sky were beginning to turn orange, and the sound of crickets could be heard from the bushes that ran along the side of the office buildings.



Calvin got into the driver's seat, and waited for Charlotte. His mind was filled with questions, and his face a look of concern, but he didn't want to upset Charlotte more than she already seemed to be. He had to think of something to try to cheer them up.



Charlotte got into the rundown car without a single word. She slammed the door shut, and put on the seatbelt after some struggling to work it. She crossed her arms, and turned away from Calvin. She could still feel the dildo within her vagina and how wet it, and her underwear was from her involuntarily arousal. She stared at the nearby highway and watched the various cars that drove by.



"So..." Calvin started. He wasn't much for small talk, but he was positive his wife had it rough. They both did. "Do you want to see Ronny tonight?" he started up the car, and drove it out of the parking lot.



Charlotte had to think about that briefly. Ronny was always in high spirits, regardless of his condition. At the same time, she felt angry, depressed, humiliated. She also felt incredibly dirty after the day she spent with Jeremy. Her lips could still feel the man's dark pubic hair on her lips, and his semen on her tongue. "Not tonight." She said quietly. She didn't want Ronny seeing her the way she currently was. "Just get home so I can take a shower." She knew she still had the vibrating panties on, and showering with them would be difficult, but she could at least wash the rest of her body, maybe take it off briefly enough to wash her crotch and ass.



Calvin didn't question Charlotte's decision. "Okay." With that, he drove home.



The drive, while slightly slowed for it being rush hour, was incredibly quiet for the two. Calvin was still as curious as ever as to what Charlotte did with Jeremy, but if what Charlotte did was terrible for her, then he couldn't blame her if she didn't want to discuss such things to him. They arrived home just as the sun began to set.



Calvin got out of the car first. He walked over to the other side of the car, and opened up the door for Charlotte. "After you."



Charlotte continued to sit in the car with her arms crossed. She looked out the now open door, and just stared at their front yard aloof. She was mentally lost in her own thoughts, the only place she could truly feel happy right now, but even then it was hard to do so, as she knew that she would eventually have to come crashing down back to reality. She knew she couldn't sit in the car forever. Her stomach rumbled hungrily, she was hot, and she had to use the bathroom. She had held it in all day while being with Jeremy. 

With a grunt, she made her way out of the car, and walked behind Calvin to the door.



Calvin opened the door and allowed Charlotte to walk in first. He followed her in shortly after. While he normally showered after work, the pair only had one bathroom, and he was well aware that she was much more likely to want to take one first. His curiosity still poked at the back of his head and nagged him to ask how her day was, and what exactly she did with Jeremy, but he kept quiet. He could only imagine, and everything he pictured was anything but good times.



Charlotte walked into the house and made her way to the bathroom immediately. She slammed the door shut, locked it, and then took a seat on the toilet. While she hadn't taken off her pants or underwear yet, she was now by herself. No Calvin that signed a contract for her, no Jeremy to do perverted stuff to her. She was alone. She was free to do whatever she wanted to do in the bathroom.

She did the only thing she could think of doing. She covered her face, and cried. Tears poured down from her face and into her open palms. She thought to herself how much she loathed life, so little of her life was under her control. She woke up, went to work for a perverted man that wanted her to do so many perverted things, including blowjobs. She then came home with a man that signed her life away, only to get up and do it all over again the next day. She didn't even make extra money to have any sort of fun for herself, it all went to Ronny, and to help them live to the very next day. 



Charlotte took off her pants and tossed them to the side. She undressed until she had only her panties on, at which point she pulled them down to her knees, and used the toilet finally. The moment she pulled down her panties, she heard a soft beep come from the inner folds of the underwear Jeremy had given her. "I guess the timer started." She mumbled. Her inner folds felt relieved when there was nothing constantly rubbing against them, but at the same time, they pulsated and longed for something else.



Once Charlotte finished using the bathroom, she flushed the toilet, and pulled her panties back up. There was another beep when the dildo slid into her vagina, and Charlotte shivered once she felt the cold black nub push back into her. She glanced over to the shower, and then back down at her panties with a grimace. She longed for a shower, but she knew she couldn't take one nearly fast enough for the panties alarm not to go off. "I guess I can try to shower with them on..." she said to herself. A good shower, brushing her teeth, she had to do something. She walked up to the bathtub and started up a hot shower.



Charlotte stared at the running water as it trickled off of the bathroom walls. As she had barely even closed the curtain, water also got onto the tile floor, but she just stared on. She stuck her head inside the shower and let the water rush over her hair while she lowered her head to look down at the bathtub. She inched her body in little by little. Her shoulders, her arms, her chest, all slowly got soaked in the hot water. She didn't care that her skin was reddening from how hot the water was, just that she was slowly getting herself clean. She hesitated to get her crotch in though. "Just...just a few minutes..." she said to herself. She took off the panties, tossed them aside, and then jumped in the shower in a sudden burst. She heard the beep from her panties, and she knew the timer had started.

Her heart began to pound. She was still depressed and angry. She couldn't even take a damn shower without running on a time limit, but the fact she had enough time to take one at all, if only a short burst of one, was merciful. Charlotte lathered up her hair in shampoo, and then used body wash over her body. She was as quick as she could be as she heard the panties beep on occasion, slowly getting louder and faster in speed. She couldn't track how long she was showering for, but the underwear's beeping helped keep her on track. She hopped out of the shower, dried herself off, and with a grimace on her face, she slid the dirty panties back over her, and the dildo in her vagina. She loathed that her body actually enjoyed the sensations of having such a thing stuck in her, but at least she was able to clean herself, if only in a rush, even if she more likely than not missed some spots.



Calvin meanwhile was thinking about what to do about dinner. He wasn't much of a cook. Years of dollar menu food at fast food places and coming home so late at night to a woman making food for him did that to a person. Calvin checked the freezer, and with a casual shrug, he put in a pizza in the oven for them. It wasn't much, but he knew Charlotte would be far more stressed out than he was. "She didn't even bring in a change of clothes into the bathroom..." he said to himself.



Charlotte stepped out of the bathroom with the dirty panties on. She walked into the bedroom, put a bra on, and also slipped on a one piece pink pajama set that covered her from chest, to feet. She couldn't help but notice her chest felt a little different as she put the bra on. It felt...oddly heavier. It still fit in her bra just fine though, so she just dismissed it. She had no time to concern herself with her body, she wanted to take what blessings she could get, from a quick shower, to now being free for the rest of the night. It still meant she had to be with Calvin of course, and she still felt so much anger towards him. No amount of chocolate or flowers would fix signing her life away, not that either of them could afford such luxuries anyways. Charlotte walked out of the bedroom in a huff, took a seat on the couch, and turned on the television.



Calvin in the meantime was cleaning up the kitchen while the pizza cooked. He could tell Charlotte was mad at her, he knew that on the drive home, and of course when she came to his office. As he cleaned, he wondered how he could possibly ever make it up to her, but he couldn't think of anything, at least immediately. When the frozen pizza was finished, Calvin took it out, sliced it, and then brought out two plates with two slices each. "Charlotte," he called out as he left the kitchen. "I don't know what to do to help you, but if you name it, I'll do my hardest to get done whatever you want me to do."



Charlotte wasn't focused on Calvin, she paid more attention to the television in front of her. As she watched the TV however, she smelled the pizza that Calvin had cooked. While it definitely didn't smell as pleasant as the pizza Jeremy had delivered, she immediately grimaced as she recalled the time with Jeremy when she saw the pizza. "You know I had that for lunch. You're the one who delivered it." She said coldly, although she couldn't help herself from taking a plate, and then a few bites, if only because she was incredibly hungry, hungrier than normal.

As she ate, the vibration between her legs began once again, although by now she was getting more and more used to it. It was still pleasurable, but not so much that it got in the way of her eating. It was more of an annoyance.



"It's been how long since I've cooked?" Calvin sat down and ate from his own plate. "Besides, what was I supposed to do?" He thought to himself how much more he could have said, and the things he could have done, but he didn't want to risk losing anything.



"Maybe ask what you could do to get me out of there?" Charlotte cleaned her plate of both slices quickly. Her stomach rumbled for more, but with at least something inside of her, she wasn't as concerned about it. "Maybe burst in and rescue me so we can get out of this town? I don't know. Something, ANYTHING other than just delivering the damn pizza like an errand boy." Charlotte set down her plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "You're my husband. Where is the love and protection you said you would provide during our vows?"



Calvin felt a raging bubble build up inside of him. He could have freed her, but he knew Jeremy owned the police. It would have been a short bout of freedom before the two of them were tossed in different jails, and then Ronny was left without any parents or funds to stay in the hospital. He bottled up his rage, and tried to calm himself with a deep breath. "Things will get better." He ended up replying to her. "We just have to give it a few months."



Charlotte looked down at her empty plate. "Months?" She slowly raised her head up to Calvin. "MONTHS?!" she spoke louder. "I have been working my ass off for YEARS. The jobs I've worked at, the children I've dealt with, all thrown away for a job at the office where I have to strip, eat, and do whatever sexual perverted act Jeremy wants. I'd rather go back to teaching kids at the special education school, and you know the stories I've told you about that place!" She got off her chair and walked to the bedroom. "Screw it, I'm getting sleep. Maybe in my dreams I can escape this depressing situation that is my fucking life."



Calvin wasn't sure how to respond. He knew life wasn't the best for them, but at the same time, he knew it wasn't the worst. Their financial situation was bad, but they had the rest of the night to themselves to do as they pleased. Sure with little money their options were limited, but limited freedom was better than no freedom at all. He ended up responding with. "But it's not even 6PM." He didn't want to talk about the rest of what she said, he wasn't sure how to respond, much more how he didn't want to risk talking out of line about it.



Charlotte didn't reply. She marched to the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her. She turned on the television and laid down on the bed while watching what few channels she got on the antennae. Her stomach continued to grumble hungrily, but she just grimaced and ignored it. She didn't want to deal with Calvin. She didn't want to deal with Jeremy. She just wanted to be by herself. Well, that and she would have loved nothing more than a tub of ice cream to eat to help drown her sorrows in. She knew that even junk food was a luxury to Calvin and her these days though. She thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, if Calvin couldn't provide her the food she desired, that Jeremy might.



The rest of the night went by extremely quietly for the two. Charlotte fell in and out of slumber until she fell asleep for the night around 10 PM with the television in the bedroom still turned on, although with the bedroom lights turned off.

Calvin spent the night watching television, unsure of what to do to help out her situation. By the time his bedtime rolled around, he merely turned off the television in the living room and went to the bedroom. He glanced briefly at Charlotte with a frown on his face, and then he turned off that television in the bedroom before he went into the bed and fell asleep himself next to the already sleeping Charlotte.



During their sleep, Charlotte subconsciously scratched her crotch and armpits. The pills within her system were having a minor effect, although as she didn't have many pills in her, the effects were minimal. Tiny black stubs, not even an inch in size appeared on her armpits while a few additional pounds were added to her body, not enough to outgrow the clothes she was wearing, but enough to tighten her pants and expose just a hint of midriff.



Sleep went by as quickly as their free night did, and the morning soon arrived, as well as the alarm clock went off to signal the two of them needing to go back to their dreaded work. The once dark window now beamed sunlight directly at their bed with enough light to reveal their whole room with the bulb still turned off.



Charlotte was the first to wake up. She had woken up off and on during her sleep, but she spoke not a word to Calvin about it. She didn't even turn off the alarm clock.

She got out of bed and grabbed herself a bowl of cereal from the kitchen with little hesitation. She knew she had to watch what she ate, but her constantly rumbling stomach made it hard. She was getting so ravenous that she was getting bad hunger pangs. She sat down at the tiny kitchen table, and ate.



The alarm continued to beep for a good ten minutes before Calvin's hairy hand haphazardly swung at the clock and smacked the giant snooze button on top. He then slowly sat up and stretched his arms before he turned to the side to see that Charlotte was gone, likely to get some food. "Another day in paradise." He muttered quietly. He was thankful that he didn't work during the weekend, and it was unlikely that Charlotte would be forced to do such things either. He thought to himself that maybe they could go see Ronny then, if only to try to cheer up Charlotte and remind her what she's doing all of the hard work for. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen where she saw Charlotte. He opened his mouth to speak to her, but then immediately closed it. He could tell by the glare in her eyes that she was just not in the mood.



Silence filled the house for the rest of the morning. While both Calvin and Charlotte went about their routine to prepare for work, neither said a single word to each other. Once Charlotte was ready, she simply stood by the door and waited for Calvin to arrive.

Once Calvin arrived at the door, without a single word from either of them, they went into Calvin's car, and went back to the office for another day of work.



Once at the building, both Calvin and Charlotte walked into the building. Calvin went to his office on his floor without a single word, not even so much as a goodbye to Charlotte. Charlotte rode the elevator to the top floor with a grimace on her face. Once at the top floor, she walked into the all too familiar office room that was Jeremy's.



Jeremy's office was largely unchanged from yesterday, with the exception of a camera positioned right at the center of the desk. Jeremy sat there with his chubby belly, fingers laced together, and a smirk on his face when Charlotte entered. "Ready for another day of excitement?"



Charlotte was quiet, just like she had been for much of last night, and all of the morning. Her face was a grimace, her eyes bloodshot, complete with black bags underneath. Her hair was a ruffled mess, and while she wore a buttoned up black shirt and black pants, they were heavily wrinkled. She still had the panties on from yesterday that he made her wear, although she lacked a bra. She kept her head, and her eyes, aimed directly at the floor.



"You look like you had a night so rough that you don't even know what you did." Jeremy leaned back against his chair. "Maybe I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I don't know what you see in that Calvin guy. What happened? You two get home and you eat frozen pizzas? You need a man who treats you better, a man who will make you smile every morning, a man..." he paused as he heard Charlotte's stomach growl. "A man who will keep that belly of yours full of delicious food."



Before Charlotte even got a chance to respond, the door to the office burst open. Four women, all of whom were wearing white bras and panties with chef's hats, and nothing else, came in wheeling in a ten foot wide table. The table was filled to the brim with pancakes, bacon, eggs, syrup, milk, almost anything imaginable that one might eat for breakfast was on the table, including all kinds of fruit.



Charlotte stepped aside to watch all of that food get delivered. The wonderful smell of fresh food filled the air as Charlotte's eyes laid upon the white cloth covered table. She saw steam from the pancakes, and light sweat from the ice cold milk. Her stomach grumbled angrily again at the sight of all of that food. She knew she kept to herself and her diet, but it was hard to resist when Jeremy always brought in so much stuff for her. She swallowed her saliva as she drooled from staring at the contents on the table.



"All for you." Jeremy smiled at Charlotte. "I ate on the way here, I just had a sandwich and some fries at a fast food place, no big deal. Go on and eat, we have a big day ahead of us."



Charlotte heard Jeremy, but she paid no attention to those words he spoke. "Are you...going to be doing this to me every morning?" she had to ask. She felt overwhelmed with so many emotions. Her stomach rumbled hungrily at the sight of the food, and Charlotte winced slightly with the pain that came with the rumbling.



"What if I am? Is it wrong to feed a woman the food she so rightfully deserves when her husband is unable to provide more than a bowl of cereal?" Jeremy leaned back with a wicked grin. "If you want me to eat some of it, I suppose I can make room if you don't trust me. Remember the milkshake though? You drank it and you're fine. You'll be fine after eating all of this too, so eat to your hearts content! Stuff your face!"



Charlotte still couldn't crack a smile. The atmosphere of the office was amazing, the food looked delicious for her empty belly, yet she knew very well what was going to happen the moment any of that food touched her lips. She could still feel the dildo inside her very cunt, waiting for something to touch her tongue. While the sensations were undoubtedly arousing, it was humiliating to be forced to be turned on by eating food. 

Her stomach won out at the end though, and she opened her mouth and began eating the food. She started off with pancakes, pancakes she doused in maple syrup. She felt the vibrations in her panties while she ate, but she didn't care. Her panties were still damp from the morning when she had a quick bite to eat, and now they were just growing much worse as she stuffed her face.



Jeremy watched happily as Charlotte ate. He knew very well that it was going to take some time for her to become exactly what he wanted her to be, but he looked forward to altering her and recording everything she did. He looked over her body for any changes carefully as she ate, and he noticed a bit more weight to her frame. It was hardly anything significant, likely only 5-10 extra pounds, but that was partially because she didn't have very many drugs in her system, drugs that only worked on women, and drugs that were laced in the food to slow her metabolism even more, among other various...things he desired for a woman to have. 

Of course, drugs only worked physically, not mentally, but that's what the day to day keeping her around him was for.

"Whenever you're done, we can begin today's other activities." He said with a smirk.



Charlotte froze when Jeremy mentioned something about activities today. She closed her mouth and gulped up the food currently in her maw. She didn't pay attention to what she was eating on the table, just that whatever she was eating was edible. In truth, it was all extremely delicious, but she wasn't one to admit such things. "Like what?" she said in a serious tone. She was happier that her stomach was getting full, but she was still very much aware of the situation she was in, and exactly who she was working with.



"I'm not going to suggest a blowjob since you did it yesterday." Jeremy said casually. "And I imagine you're still not quite that comfortable around me, despite how much I'm willing to provide for you, and how much I'm willing to do for you compared to that husband of yours." Jeremy leaned back, and undid his pants. "So perhaps today we'll just do a simple tit job, then you can do as you please around the office, but if you want to sit anywhere, then it has to be on my lap."



Charlotte knew there had to be a catch. She stared at Jeremy and just watched him undo his pants. She knew how his cock looked. It was bigger than her husband's, thicker, and it pumped more cum too. A tit job didn't sound nearly as bad as the blowjob she gave him yesterday, but it did make her curious. "You're going to make me do you in every sexual position and every hole possible, aren't you?"



"Well your ass isn't big enough for an ass job." Jeremy gave a casual shrug. He mentally added a note. Not that big yet anyways, and then continued. "But anal and vaginal will certainly work. You are on the pill, aren't you? Eh no big deal if not."



Charlotte felt insulted at such a personal question. She wasn't on any anti-birth medication, not because she didn't want any other children, but because her health insurance didn't provide such things for her. She lived in the USA, if she had no money or good healthcare, she simply couldn't get the medicine she wanted, or in some cases needed. She didn't answer the question. She simply took off her top and showed off her lack of a bra. Her breast flopped out from her shirt as she pulled the cloth with a heavier weight than what Charlotte remembered them having. She then walked next to Jeremy, and kneeled down beside him.



"Your silence tells me that you're not on it." Jeremy chuckled as he turned to Charlotte. His large cock stuck out of his boxers, already half erect. "Oh well. What's the worst that could happen if you aren't?" with a casual shrug, and a smile on his face, he looked down to her. "We're not going to worry about the what-if's today, for today, all I ask is for that simple tit job."



Charlotte swallowed her words. She could have said many things about how worse things could get, especially if they got more sexual. She instead looked away as she spread open her boobs, and then closed them around Jeremy's shaft. Her DD top was more than enough to wrap around the shaft entirely, even when the shaft was bigger than normal cocks were. With her hands on her chest, she slowly moved the upper half of her body up and down while her breast squeezed Jeremy's cock. She breathed through her mouth so she didn't smell his musk, though she could still very much feel his pubic hairs on the bottom of her chest.



Jeremy put his hands behind his back, and jutted out his gut while Charlotte worked on his shaft. His cock slowly pulsed to life in the warm grasp of Charlotte's chest. He closed his eyes and focused briefly on the sensations down at his crotch, as well as his ears. Charlotte's silence actually aided him while he listened briefly. "Not quite there yet." he mumbled as he opened up his eyes again to look down at her. "But you're definitely going to be there after a few more days."



Charlotte didn't understand what Jeremy meant, but she didn't want to ask. She simply continued with the tit job. She felt his shaft pulse and throb between her boobs as it grew from the arousal, just a little bit bigger than the top of her chest. She opened her eyes briefly to look down at the shaft, if only because she was still amazed at the length of it.



"You don't have to take it in your mouth, after all you gave me a blow job yesterday." Jeremy grinned wickedly at Charlotte. "But you might get dirty with some cum on you before we take your picture again." Jeremy did have a recording of her coming in, but not an actual photo of her yet today. The photo he did take of her yesterday was taped on the window.



Charlotte was still confused as to why Jeremy even wanted to take photos of her. Nude photos were one thing, but the first picture he took was her fully clothed. She failed to see the photo on the glass window earlier with her head constantly held down, but she wished she knew what Jeremy's ultimate plan was with her. With a grimace, she leaned her head closer to that shaft, ready to take in his seed. She could only take short showers without her panties, and she loathed the idea of bathing with them on. Knowing that, she wasn't sure how easy it was going to be to get the smell of cum off, if it got on her.



Jeremy watched Charlotte, and chuckled down at her. He could tell she was trying, but that she was doing so incredibly slowly. "You enjoying it down there? You must, for going at the speed you are." He teased. "I'll orgasm, but it'll take like...20 minutes at the pace you're going."



Charlotte kept her mouth quiet. She picked up her pace, and stroked faster, and gently licked the very tip of his shaft. She loathed the salty taste of his cock, and the brief vibrations she got between her legs when her tongue touched the shaft. It annoyed her that she didn't know what the photo was even for. She began to think to herself that maybe, just maybe it she pleasured him better, he'd be more open to him. Not that she enjoyed pleasuring him, but she knew she wasn't going to get anywhere by clearly loathing the situation. She picked up the pace faster as she moved her breast up and down his shaft, and took the very tip of his salty huge cock into her maw.



Jeremy couldn't wipe that grin off of his face as Charlotte continued to give him the tit job. The increased speed helped his shaft get erect faster in her grasp, and in a matter of ten minutes of Charlotte doing nothing but rubbing her tits on his shaft and licking the tip, he orgasmed. His warm sticky seed came right inside Charlotte's mouth. Jeremy's legs stiffened while they spread for her. "Mph. Yes, not quite perfect, but definitely improving." He said with a few deep breaths. He was pleasured, but not so much that he couldn't concentrate.



Charlotte swallowed Jeremy's seed without a second thought. As much as she loathed the taste of his salty semen, and the vibration in her panties she got from the cock and warm sticky seed on her tongue, she didn't want to shower it off. It was better to wash off the inside of her mouth than it was to take a shower thanks to the 'alarm' set on the panties.

Once she finished swallowing his load, she stood up and covered herself back up. "Now what?" she asked without displaying a hint of emotion. She was still tremendously depressed deep down, but she tried to hide it. At the same time, there was no way she could fake herself into looking happy for him either. 



"Now we take your picture again!" Jeremy said proudly. "It will go great with your first one." He pointed back behind him to the photo he took of her yesterday on the wall. "I know it's not the best photo, but trust me, the photo shoots will be better next week. For now, just stand in front of that television and face sideways this time."



Charlotte looked up to where Jeremy pointed. Her eyes widened when she saw the photo of her just put on the window so haphazardly. She didn't see any other photos of women that she knew Jeremy was with, so why was he taking photos of her? She obeyed, if only because she knew the consequences if she didn't. She walked over in front of the television in the room and turned to face the door, though she still had to ask. "Why are you doing this? What do you get out of this?" She knew there had to be a catch. There had to be a reason.



"It's a secret." Jeremy zipped up his pants, grabbed the camera, and walked in front of her. "But you'll find out eventually, so don't worry too much about it. It's not like I masturbate to a photo of you clothed. That would just be weird." Jeremy snapped a photo with a quick flash. "Now, make some poses for me. I want to make sure I get these photos just right."



Time went by fairly quickly for Charlotte and Jeremy after the photos were taken. Aside from the tit job Charlotte had to do that morning, there was little interesting else that went on. Jeremy had Charlotte sit in his lap while Charlotte was allowed to watch television on the large screen, and she found an overwhelming number of channels. Jeremy didn't just have cable, he had one of the best packages around, and at his office no less. The nub between Charlotte's legs bothered her now and again, and she scratched her crotch and armpits on occasion, but aside from that, there was little else that went on until lunch time approached for the pair.



During one point while the two sat together, Charlotte's stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. Charlotte knew she started herself on occasion, but she hated how her stomach had been today, and last night. Her stomach would not only rumble loudly, but it was accompanied with strong hunger pains. Charlotte gently gripped her stomach with a grimace. She was starving, but she wasn't eager to openly admit it.



Jeremy smirked when he heard Charlotte's stomach. He could even partially feel it. "It is about lunch time." Jeremy said aloud. "So, what would you like to eat? I picked dinner last night, and breakfast tonight, so it's only fair you get to pick lunch."



Charlotte remained quiet when she was asked that question. She simply stared at the television in silence. It wasn't that she didn't hear him, it was that she was still angry, not just at him, but the world itself. Karma was nowhere to be seen for a man as sick and perverted as the man holding her in his lap.



"Name something. Anything." Jeremy wasn't one to mute, or turn off the television, but he did wrap his arms tighter around Charlotte. "Your husband doesn't treat you nearly as well as you should be treated, so allow me to show you how a man should treat their woman by feeding her whatever she wants."



"Steak, shrimp, and lobster." Charlotte suddenly said, with a heavy tone of sarcasm. "I want the finest mozzarella sticks, the biggest steak, and a boatload of shrimp surrounding a juicy red lobster with cocktail sauce. A side of mashed potatoes, five cheeseburgers, and a plate of fries covered in cheese and crispy bacon bits. All of that, with the finest red wine to drink." Back before Ronny had fallen ill, Charlotte would joke to Calvin about how she wanted the most expensive extravagant meal, but now she said it to Jeremy, not that she expected him to take it seriously, but he was the one asking her what she wanted in her bad mood.



Jeremy stared at Charlotte for a moment in disbelief. He then grinned, and let out a laugh. "Hah. Is that all? If you wanted to dine in Italy, I would think you were being sarcastic, but all of that? Anything for you!" Jeremy muted the television, not to punish Charlotte, but so he could pick up the phone and make a call. He held her with one hand, and then grabbed the phone with the other, and with the press of one button, he speed dialed a restaurant.

"Yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery. Yes. Yes. Okay, I'd like..." he started, and then he began to place an order, the exact things that Charlotte requested.



Charlotte stared in utter confusion and disbelief. She heard Jeremy say the exact things she requested. She briefly thought he was just pranking her, but then he heard him read off a credit card number. Not that she would ever be able to memorize such a card to use herself, but if it was a prank, it was a very convincing one.



Jeremy hung up the phone once the order was placed, and smiled at her. "It'll be about an hour before it gets here, so just relax and keep watching television until it arrives."



Charlotte's eyes leered briefly at Jeremy, but she turned away from him, and just watched more television. It felt strange to just sit around in his lap and do nothing but eat and watch television all day, but weird in a good way. Deep down, she felt guilty, she knew she should be doing something, she could only imagine the work Calvin was doing. It did raise a question she had to ask though. "Is this all you're going to make me do? Sexual favors, eat, and just...laze around all day, all while getting paid?" she asked, though without directly facing towards Jeremy.



"What's wrong with that?" Jeremy asked innocently. "Did you want more sex? I don't normally cum more than three times a day, but if you insist I can try to go for another one, and in your ass."



Charlotte turned to Jeremy with wide eyes, and a shocked face. "No. No. I wasn't complaining. I just..." she turned away from Jeremy. She didn't want to speak up about anything else. It didn't feel like much of a job to her.



"I don't ask much from you right now Charlotte, because I don't expect much." Jeremy set the phone down, and wrapped his hands around Charlotte again. "Later on as you get more used to this I might ask for more, but never more than you can handle. If you want an incentive though, I can perhaps bump up your pay every time you make me cum during the day."



Charlotte loathed the idea of making a man she hated so much orgasm at all. She felt like a cheap dirty slut, yet there was nothing she could do about it. She had a strong feeling she was going to be forced to do more lewd acts for him as time went on though. She was still in a lose-lose situation. If she made him orgasm more, then she could get more money, which would definitely help out their family. At the same time, she would feel so cheap and dirty just by making him cum more. "We'll see." She simply responded. She didn't want to upset him by saying it was never going to happen.



With a smirk, Jeremy just nodded and went back to his computer work.



The two didn’t speak to each other again for roughly an hour. By the time the hour passed though, there was a knock on Jeremy's door. A moment later, three delivery men entered with silver trays full of food, the exact same food that Charlotte had requested.



Charlotte stared as the food was set onto a table that was also rolled in. The food was placed right beside the desk, right in front of Charlotte. The scent of the food was heavenly, and her growling stomach just reminded her how hungry she was. "You really...you really..." she stammered.



"Look, I may want sexual favors, but I'm not going to be a TOTAL asshole to you." Jeremy let go of Charlotte. "Go on and eat, I'll still be here when you're done"



Charlotte looked back at Jeremy again. She thought to herself how an asshole didn't even begin to describe him, but for this meal, she went right to eating. She ignored the vibrations in her vagina as she stuffed her face full of food, she was just happy that she could sate her hunger. Deep down, she knew she shouldn't be eating so much, but her body was hungrier than it had ever been lately. Despite how she ordered so much food, she ate every single bite, and let out a loud belch when she finished. Even the large wine glass was empty. She had read somewhere it was safe to drink a full bottle like that, although as she took her seat back on Jeremy's lap, she was a little tipsy. Not drunk enough to do something she might regret, just tipsy enough to cloud her judgement. She didn't care at that point anyways, getting even a little drunk helped wash her sorrows away.



Jeremy did his computer work, but he couldn't help but turn his attention back at Charlotte. Of course, Jeremy was hungry himself, but he couldn't help but grin as Charlotte ate. He could wait to eat until after work. It was worth being a little hungry, so long as he got to watch Charlotte stuff her face. He could already see a hint of pudge to her body. Nothing substantial, just a few extra pounds, but he knew that was just the beginning.



Charlotte felt the vibrations in her cunt continue as she ate. It admittedly, slowly turned her on, but she would never actually show any signs of it to Jeremy. She never wanted to admit to him that the thing he forced her to wear virtually all the time actually aroused her. She merely continued to eat, until she ate every last bit of edible food that had been brought to her. Her belly stuck out a bit, not quite from fat, but from all of the food she had just eaten. 



"Ugh..." she mumbled once she finished. She slowly drummed her big bloated belly. "I hope this goes away soon."



Jeremy smirked at the big belly Charlotte had gotten from eating so much food. He knew it would go away, but only to be redistributed as fat to the rest of her body. "Come on and take a seat again."



Charlotte grimaced at Jeremy, but she did as she was told without a word spoken against it, let alone a word at all to Jeremy. Once more, she sat on his lap, and then she went back to watching television silently, her stomach no longer rumbling, and the dildo no longer vibrating.



The remainder of the day went by swiftly, both for the pair, and for Calvin. Occasionally, Charlotte or Jeremy had to use the bathroom, which for the two, Jeremy had a single bathroom located next to the waiting room he had on the top floor. The few times Charlotte was by herself in the office or the bathroom though, she didn't take advantage of her alone time to run away. She knew she would be found if she had tried anything. Part of her was tempted, when she was alone in his office, to look for blackmail, but she didn't want to get spotted looking.



After some time, there was a chime on Jeremy's computer. Both Charlotte and Jeremy were in the office, with Charlotte on his lap. "Sounds like its quitting time for you. Same time tomorrow?"



"I don't know." Charlotte muttered. She wanted to be quick to get off of Jeremy's lap, but her body felt heavy. She was forced to stand, but slowly. "I might be sick."



"Then take a few pills and come in anyways. Your job has an excellent healthcare plan, and it's not like I'm asking you to do THAT much all day." Jeremy rolled her eyes at Charlotte. "I also know how often people fuck with their bosses when they call in, and how so few of them are actually sick." Jeremy leaned against the desk, his fat gut pressed up against the desk side. "But no, if you absolutely can't get out of bed, then by all means stay home. I'll make sure to send over some lovely people to help you in your condition."



Charlotte was then reminded of just how much of an asshole Jeremy was. He might have fed her whatever she wanted, but it was clear that, at the end of the day, Jeremy only did it because it was to get what he wanted. "Right. Sorry, unless I'm absolutely sick I won't call in." she said with a sigh. "I just uh...fucking a sick person isn’t very sexy, you know?"



"You have a point." Jeremy shrugged. "But my point still stands. Call in, and I'll have some folks come to...help you get better. Just consider it a gift that you get doctors to come to your house to treat you in bed, all at the low cost of one son."



Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, but then she closed it. With a frustrated sigh, she turned around, and walked away. She couldn't win with Jeremy, and she knew she couldn't win with Calvin. As she got to the elevator, she pressed the button to get to his floor. She was curious as to what exactly he was even doing all day. She began to wonder just how much Calvin truly cared about her. Helping Ronny or not, she would have hoped Calvin would try at least something to get her out of her situation, even if the job didn't quite feel all bad.



Calvin had spent the day doing his job, at least to the best of his abilities. It was hard to focus, but easier to focus that day at least, compared to yesterday. He had gotten just enough of his work done by the time quitting time rolled around. Calvin kept to himself in his office, not talking with any other of his coworkers. While he wanted to help Charlotte, he didn't want to risk asking a coworker for help, only to later find out that coworker was a mole for Jeremy. Money made people do crazy things. Calvin heard the elevator ding, and as if on instinct, he knew it had to have been Charlotte.



Charlotte opened the door to Calvin's room. By now, her bloated belly had sunk down, but not completely back to normal. It stuck out a bit, and her shirt rode up and exposed a midriff of fat, and what looked like the beginning of love handles. She didn't seem to care about her appearance though. "Job's done. Let's go." She said, plainly.



Calvin just nodded, got up, grabbed his stuff, and walked out with her. Once more, the two drove back home after a day of work. They still had a few more days left until the weekend, and based on their silence, and the solemn looks each had, neither were looking forward to the remaining days of work. Even once the weekend came, it just meant it would end and they would be back at the job they both detested.



The drive, and then much of the night back home was silent for Calvin and Charlotte. Both were curious about what the other was up to, but neither spoke up about it. Calvin didn't want to cause confrontation, and Charlotte was irritated that Calvin wasn't doing anything to begin with.



Back at their home, dinnertime was an issue for the pair, especially when, while Charlotte's mouth was quiet, her stomach rumbled loudly as she sat on the couch watching their cheap antennae television.



Calvin sat on the couch right beside the quiet Charlotte. He knew Charlotte had to eat something, as did he. He wasn't sure if Jeremy fed her, and he knew he was too stressed out to eat much at work at all.



"So..." Calvin spoke, breaking the otherwise silence the two had been since after they got done with work. "What should I make for dinner?"



Charlotte felt an anger build in her, even at just a simple question Calvin asked. It was true that she was hungry, but she still knew Calvin. "You can't cook. We both know that."



"That doesn't mean I can't try." Calvin knew how bad he was at cooking. The most complicated thing he ever cooked on the stove was a grilled cheese, and the most complicated thing he made in the oven was that pizza he made last night. "Just name it, name something, anything, and I'll try my best at cooking it!"



Charlotte felt a burning rage within her, a fire in her belly. She stared down at Calvin's crotch in silence and her mouth a frown. She was hungry, but at the same time...



"Charlotte?" Calvin asked. "Come on. I know our life isn't the greatest, but you still need to eat. Talk to me, tell me what you want."



"You'd never be able to afford what I fucking want!" Charlotte suddenly burst into anger. While Calvin would have done that under pressure, this time it was Charlotte. "You know what Jeremy fed me today? Everything I asked him! You couldn't afford even a THIRD of what Jeremy got, let alone cook it! I don't care what you make!" Charlotte stood up, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.



Calvin bit his lower lip as Charlotte walked away. He had anger himself within him, he didn't know how to respond to her. He wasn't even sure what went on in Jeremy's office all day, but now more than ever he was curious. He briefly thought maybe he could find a way to sneak in and try to see what went on, but he would never get away with it. With a frustrated sigh, he went to make himself a simple grilled cheese. "I'm not a good cook, but that doesn't mean I can't try..." he mumbled.



The rest of the night went by quickly, and quietly. Calvin ate, and there came a point when Charlotte went out of the bedroom to eat as well, but she simply grabbed a cereal box, a bowl, and then went back into the bedroom. Throughout the rest of the night, she emptied the entire box while she just watched television. She normally got by with normal antennae channels, but tonight she was more annoyed by the lack of channels. As much as she hated giving Jeremy blow jobs, as much as she hated Jeremy's deplorable asshole behavior, he had so much, and he gave her more than Jeremy ever could have, especially with a bigger cock.



As Charlotte laid in bed, she imagined that big cock in her cunt. She would have stroked her vagina, but the vibrations from the dildo inside of her did the job for her. "If only Calvin had a cock that big. Then at least I'd have something to look forward to at night."



Time went on, and eventually it was soon bedtime for the pair once more. Charlotte knew she should probably change clothes at some point, but she was still stuck with the same underwear. The underwear that vibrated in her vagina on a regular basis, up to the point where her vagina leaked interesting...fluids onto the underwear, but because she couldn’t take off the underwear, it was just left on her to dry up, and add a sort of musky smell underneath her clothing. As she undressed to change into pajamas, she noticed the scent was there. It was faint, but she could tell it was there. She also knew there was nothing she could do about it to clean the underwear. No person could clean and dry underwear in a matter of five minutes.



Calvin walked into the bedroom, just as Charlotte was changing. He didn't speak a word to her, he simply watched her change, and as he did watch, he noticed something fall from Charlotte's shirt as she took it off. It was very thin and small, so thin and small that he mentally wondered how he even spotted it in the first place, but it bothered him. He watched it land on the bed, and he picked it up curiously. He took a quick look at it, thinking it was maybe a piece of fabric from Charlotte's top, but the thing he was holding onto was black, while Charlotte wore white to the office today. As he kept looking at what he held, he suddenly let it go with a gasp once he realized what it was.



It was pubic hair. Calvin held onto a piece of pubic hair. He knew it wasn't his, there was no way. The two hadn't been intimate in some time. The hair was long and curly too, too long to be Charlotte's. It didn't take long for Calvin to put two and two together to determine where that pubic hair came from, but he didn't want to jump on and accuse Charlotte of getting...personally involved with Jeremy. He figured that, even if she did, it was involuntarily.



Charlotte put on a large pink nightshirt. As she did, she noticed Calvin was staring at something, lost in thought. "What are you looking at?" she had to ask. When Calvin dropped what he was looking at, Charlotte was able to get a quick glance at it as well. She immediately recognized what it was without even a double take, but she said nothing about it. Her face simply turned red. She fell silent again, and then just crawled into bed.



Calvin didn't say anything about it either. With a grimace on his face, he crawled into bed, though he made sure he was nowhere near that pubic hair. His mind just raced with even more questions. He thought to himself that he should at least try to muster up some kind of bravery, some kind of courage. He should try to get a look at what Charlotte and Jeremy were doing all day, but he knew he would never be able to summon the strength to check on them. With a quiet sigh, and a single tear down his cheek, Calvin closed his eyes, and soon drifted off to sleep with Charlotte.



The night went by swiftly for the two, complete with nightmare filled with crowds of people that ignored their cries for help, at least in their dreams.

Charlotte reached under her armpits in her sleep and casually scratched herself a few times as the tiny bristled hairs grew slightly larger, although no bigger than an inch. The same was happening for her shaven crotch. As she didn't shower for very long yesterday, or that night, a faint odor also emitted from her body, although it was far more prominent when she raised her arms. Even her very nipples swelled up slightly, and a hint of wetness could be seen on her shirt, where a bra should have been located.





The next morning the house was filled with silence. Not even the televisions were turned on. Like the past few days, Calvin and Charlotte woke up, changed clothes, and went to work. Calvin ate a small breakfast, while Charlotte ate nothing. In truth, Charlotte was starving, but she also knew that Jeremy was more likely than not going to feed her at work once more.

The drive back to the office was as silent as the morning. Calvin noticed a faint odor that smelled like onions coming from Charlotte, but he didn't speak up about it.



Once at the office, Calvin and Charlotte went their different ways without so much as even a goodbye. Calvin went to his office, while Charlotte rode the elevator to the top to Jeremy's own.



Sure enough, just as Charlotte suspected, Jeremy didn't only feed her breakfast, but he had all of it ready in his office. A giant table covered in a white cloth littered with breakfast items, cereal, sausage, bacon, waffles, pancakes, fruit, a gallon of milk, and a large pitcher of orange juice. 



Jeremy was at his desk with a grin on his face, and a camera in hand. "Ready for another picture? Perhaps we can get one without your shirt and pants this time, just you in your underwear."



Charlotte grimaced, but she didn't hesitate to undress. She knew Jeremy had seen her naked before. This was just another instance of him seeing her nude. Her clothing was also getting rather tight anyways. Her pants dug into her waist, and her top rode up on her body high enough to reveal her belly button to the world.



"If I knew you were going to cooperate this easily, I would have gotten out the marker to start measuring your belly on a day by day basis." Jeremy let out a small laugh once Charlotte was undressed, save for her panties. He then took a picture of her, and then ordered her to turn and make various poses.



Charlotte spoke not a word, nor did she hesitate to change poses when Jeremy instructed her too. Deep down, she still absolutely hated the way she was being treated, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it by herself. She could run, but the police would catch her. She could act out against Jeremy, but then her son might die as a result. She also thought that, as much as she hated the way Jeremy treated her, there were parts of the day where they did nothing but sit around and watch television. As humiliating as it was to have sex and get naked pictures taken, they didn't last that long.



Once Jeremy took the pictures, he smiled at her. "Go ahead and get dressed again, then go ahead and pig out." The picture he took of her yesterday was up on the window as well, and he was quick to put a picture up of her today as well.



Charlotte looked at those pictures from afar as she got dressed. She couldn't get a good look at them, but curiously, she stepped closer once she was fully dressed. While there weren't very many pictures, she was noticing her body looked...different each time. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The first time, her clothing fit her perfectly. Then it was a little snug, but now she wasn't wearing any at all. She had to ask. "Why are you taking pictures of me in the first place? You're not uploading them onto some porn website or something, are you?" God, Charlotte knew the moment something was uploaded on the internet, it was a nigh impossibility that it would ever be fully removed.



"You have a computer don't you? You can look up these things if you're truly curious." Jeremy smiled innocently at her.



"That...doesn't answer my question." Charlotte looked at the very first picture, and ran a finger along it. While she hadn't been with Jeremy for very long, it felt like an eternity to her. She then turned back to him. 



Jeremy's face suddenly grimaced. "Either way you'd hate the answer. If I said yes, you'd be humiliated, you'd feel degraded. Even if I told you that your pictures were just on some page with only four followers, you'd hate it. If I said no, you would wonder why. There are thousands of naked women on the internet, you'd mentally ask yourself why you aren't good enough to join their ranks, and then you'd feel insulted."



"I just don't want my pictures posted online at all!" After a brief pause, Charlotte also added. "I don't even want naked pictures taken of me. I'm not a slut! I wouldn't be insulted if no pictures of me were ever posted on the internet."



"And this is why you're not rich and famous." Jeremy casually shrugged. "Now, are you going to eat, or are you just going to sit in my lap?"



Charlotte knew her question still wasn't answered, and she was furious about it. She would have loved to check at home for any websites that might have had her pictures, but their internet service was terrible. Their ISP blocked many, many things displayed online that wasn't part of their data plan. Her stomach suddenly growled, if only to remind her of how hungry she was, and with a frustrated sigh, she dropped the topic of her pictures, and went to eating.

Charlotte cleaned the table off of food entirely before she even realized how much she ate. Her gut wasn't even completely full, but she was bloated from stuffing herself with the delicious food. Without a single word once she finished eating, she hopped onto Jeremy's lap. She felt her gut gently wriggle with every step she took to his chair.



Jeremy let out a small "umph," when Charlotte sat on him. "We might have to consider getting you your own chair or a bed in the future." He didn't comment about her weight, but he did wrap his arms around her stomach. His fat fingertips brushed against her hairless exposed belly fat.



Charlotte wondered if that was a fat insult or not. She knew she had the build to be fat, but she wasn't actually fat...right? She looked down at herself briefly, and then over at the pictures on the window. It took her a moment to realize that there was indeed a difference between what she was now, and what she was when the pictures were first being taken. She was definitely getting fatter. Not a sow by any means, but she could have only guessed she gained 25 pounds at the very minimum between the first picture, and what she was now. It didn't help that she was constantly stuffing her face either, but she knew she was just getting so hungry that it was hard to control herself. "You're doing this to me...aren't you?" she asked, quietly.



"Doing what?" Jeremy asked as he played innocent. His hands caressed her stomach gently, and then slowly moved to her sides. His hands gently went up and down underneath her arms, right up to her armpits. The small bristles were impossible to feel, but Jeremy just chuckled as he felt a warmth in her armpits that were slightly damp.



"You know what I mean." Charlotte shifted a bit on his lap as he stroked her. While the sensations of his rough hands were soothing on her soft belly and sides so large they were developing a roll of fat, she knew she looked different. She was bigger than she was in the first picture, and in such a short span too.



"You're going to have to spell it out for me." Jeremy teased. He continued to stroke her body slowly. An erection slowly grew in his pants, and unfortunately for Charlotte, he wore incredibly loose jeans that day, even for a man of his stature. His cock slowly grew erect between his fat belly, and her ass. With only their clothes in the way, his large shaft pressed behind her.



Charlotte felt a rage build within her fattening body. She could tell that Jeremy knew based on his tone alone. She didn't want to shout it at him though, the last thing she wanted to do was to humiliate herself by stating that seemed so incredibly obvious. With a grimace on her face, she did what Calvin did with his rage, and tried to suppress it. It felt like trying to put a cork on a hose ready to explode though. She felt a pain in the bottom of her stomach, and let out a sigh. "Fuck it. What sexual perverted shit are you going to make me do today?" she spoke through gritted teeth.



"Nothing." Jeremy replied in one single word. He hugged her stomach close, and let her feel that erection between his legs.



"Bullshit." Charlotte was quick to call him out on that. "You've had me do something for you every single day. What am I doing today? Vaginal? Anal? A footjob?" Charlotte never understood why people even liked the last one, but she didn't know Jeremy.



"All in due time." Jeremy said casually. "For today, I just want you to sit and relax. Eat whatever you want, whenever you want, and just watch television. Hell, fall asleep in my arms if it's too boring today, but nothing physically sexual has to be done between us today."



Charlotte looked at Jeremy's wicked grin, and she turned away from him. She still found it incredibly hard to believe that Jeremy had literally nothing planned for her today. She mentally decided that, if he wasn't going to make any moves on her though, then she probably shouldn't complain about the lack of such things. The one part she loathed about this job, besides the pictures, was the sex acts, and she was more than thankful to not have to actually perform such things for one day. She settled in his lap, put her elbows on the desk, and watched television with a sigh. At the very least, she wished he would stop being as aroused as he was. She could feel it up against her slightly flabby ass cheeks.



The silent minutes turned into hours as Charlotte watched television, and Jeremy was working away at his computer. Charlotte could still feel that cock with her ass, and its arousal never seemed to quite fully disappear. She began to wonder just how he could keep an erection down there for so long, and how healthy it was to actually be aroused for such a long period of time. She didn't speak up about it though, but deep down, it felt all the more tempting for her to want to take that cock. She got no sex from Calvin. While their life did have many issues, there was no relief from the...tension she had, a tension that grew more and more the longer she worked in this new job. Calvin didn't provide, but maybe Jeremy could give her what Calvin did not.



"I figure I should add," Jeremy suddenly said, as if he were reading Charlotte's own thoughts. "Just because I said I'm not going to make you do anything perverted, doesn't mean you don't have to. If you want vaginal, anal, or whatever form of sex you can think of, just let me know. I can orgasm quite a few times a day." Jeremy stroked Charlotte's sides. His big hairy hands slid underneath her shirt, and felt her braless breast. "Or we can just sit here silently until lunch."



Charlotte remained quiet at first. She continued to wonder just how Jeremy could remain erect for so long, and deep down, she was tempted to do something with him. It had been so long since she had felt a cock in her cunt, and with his shaft so much bigger than Calvin's, she could only imagine how much more pleasurable it would be in her. She couldn't bring herself to say her thoughts aloud though. She knew she had to remain loyal to Calvin. While the couple were undoubtedly having some marital problems, things would get far worse if she got intimate with Jeremy. "No thanks..." she spoke softly. She turned her attention to the television, and then fell silent once more.



With only a nod from Jeremy, he hugged her sides gently, and lightly gripped her stomach. "Okay then." He said back, just as quietly. Not that Charlotte saw, but Jeremy looked at her with a knowing smirk.



Aside from the noise on the television, the office was silent up until lunch. It was at that point that Charlotte was, just like yesterday, allowed to eat exactly what she wanted. While she wasn't as expensive as she was yesterday, she requested the equivalent of four meals. Cheeseburger, steak, a salad, popcorn shrimp, all with a pizza topped with pickles, an odd combination, but she had a particular craving that day.

Just like yesterday though, Jeremy ordered the food Charlotte requested, and Charlotte was free to eat as she pleased. She devoured the food. While she ate, the dildo in her cunt continued to vibrate happily. She did her best to ignore the pleasurable vibrations, especially around Jeremy. Once she ate all of the food, she went back to watching television silently without a single word to Jeremy.



The day came and went faster than Charlotte had realized. With no sexual acts, the day flew by. Charlotte watched various shows on television, taking full advantage of cable. While she had to mentally admit that it was boring just to watch television and nothing else, it was nothing worth complaining about.



Aside from the lunchtime request, Jeremy was just as silent. He watched Charlotte from behind on occasion, while he went back to work. He wasn't a very fit person, so her form was indeed getting heavier on her lap, but it just looked as if he were enjoying her new slowly fattening form all the more. He spoke nothing about it, although his smile was just a little wider today than it had been the previous days.



The remainder of the day was as silent as it was before lunch. Deep down, Ashley could feel a growing need, a growing urge that she didn't want to mention. She found herself wriggling just slightly back against Jeremy's crotch, as if to try to get a better feel of that cock. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she was wondering, maybe she could get Calvin in the mood...his shaft was nowhere near as impressive as Jeremy's, but she had to find some way to relieve this growing tension in her body. She was then mentally reminded of who exactly put her in this situation, and she just slightly grimaced as she watched television. Calvin, Jeremy, they both had their unfortunate drawbacks. The biggest drawback to Jeremy of course, was cheating in the first place. She could never do that to Calvin willingly... at least until she second guessed herself.



Charlotte's thoughts were cut short by Jeremy. "Quitting time." Jeremy suddenly said quietly. Sure enough, it was time to leave. The day had gone by that quickly and boring. "Time for wives to get their husbands and go on home."



Charlotte stood up as fast as she could, although it was much slower than she normally was able to stand. "Okay." She simply said. She walked away from Jeremy, and the scent of weed that she could smell on him the entire day. She also felt incredibly moist between her legs, and while she knew what it was from, she also knew she couldn't do anything about it.



"Oh," Jeremy called out, just as Charlotte got to the door. "There is one more thing before you leave." It was as if he wanted to wait until she was almost gone on purpose.



Charlotte gripped the steel handle of the door hard. She grit her teeth, and then spoke. "What is it?" she tried to sound friendly, but it came out as anything except that.



"...you should learn to start giving in to your inhibitions and give in to temptation. Mix your life up a bit." Jeremy then answered. "Do what your gut tells you. I did, and look where I ended up. You don't want to live the life of near poverty all the time do you?" Jeremy smirked from behind Charlotte's back. "That's all I have to say. You're free to go now."



Charlotte stood at the door momentarily as she took in what Jeremy said. The man puzzled her to no end. One moment he was perverted, the next, he spoke intelligently. She wondered just what the man's motives truly were, but she doubted he would so openly talk about such things. "Okay." She said again. She opened up the door, walked out of the office, and went down to Calvin's office.



Calvin spent the day doing what he always did during the day, nothing but focused on his work. He knew he should have done something to help Charlotte, but he was too intimidated by Jeremy to risk taking any real action. He just worked, and his work day changed little while Charlotte was with Jeremy. Not even his coworkers talked to him differently despite the situation he had with Jeremy. There came a point when Charlotte opened up Calvin's door, and he knew what time it was. With only a nod to Charlotte, Calvin got up, and took her home.



The ride home, and the night home itself, was quieter than the days before. Charlotte was occasionally tempted to ask for some form of...sexual relief, but she could tell that Calvin had no interest in it, at least, when she looked at him, it looked as if he had no interest. Deep down, she was frustrated. She wanted him to just step up and do something. If he couldn't help her at work, the least he could do was ask if she needed help with anything at home, yet it was absolute silence at home. Even when dinnertime arrived, Charlotte was off to fend for her own with meals made in the microwave, and she made a good three of them.



Calvin spoke nothing to Charlotte after they met. He remained silent during the drive, and at home as well. His face was a constant grimace, and he looked as if he was always stuck in thought, although what about was unclear. When dinnertime rolled around, he simply got up and made himself a meal in the kitchen. In truth, he was about to make something for Charlotte that night, but by the time he finished one microwaveable meal, Charlotte was in the kitchen making her own food. With only a sigh from him, he went to the living room, and ate dinner silently.

The only noise that emitted from their house was the sound of them eating, the television, and the microwave.



As Charlotte sat on the couch and watched their antennae channels, she was reminded of how well Jeremy took care of her. She was well fed thanks to him, she could watch almost any show in the world with his cable, all at the low cost of doing an occasional sexual favor. She wondered to herself if that's how a real couple lived, rather than the miserable life that she lived with Calvin. She knew things could be worse, but at the same time, she was beginning to enjoy her time at work a lot more. She also had that urge between her legs, an urge she wanted to get filled. 

While she sat on the couch near Calvin, she would glance at him occasionally, and then down at his crotch. The temptation to ask was strong, but at the same time, she knew he likely couldn't fulfill the needs she truly desired, although, she knew one person who definitely could sate her.



Bedtime quickly approached for the pair. As silent as she was in the car ride, Charlotte simply got off the couch, and went to bed, wearing the exact same outfit she wore before. She thought about a brief shower, but decided against it. Showers were simply too stressful to bother with while she still had the special panties between her legs. The most she could do were trips to the bathroom, and even those made her incredibly nervous.



Calvin followed Charlotte into the bedroom once bedtime came. He was grateful that it was Thursday, and tomorrow it would finally be Friday. It was just one more day, and then they'd have the weekend together to do what they wanted. He got into his pajamas, went into the bed, and fell asleep fairly quickly.



Charlotte took much longer to fall asleep. The nub between her legs still got to her on occasion, as did her growling stomach, and lust for sex. She thought to herself that it was clear Calvin didn't want to get anything. Deep down, she couldn't blame him not being able to focus on such things, but she had needs too. She let out a light sigh, and closed her eyes. She reminded herself that one person would sate her lust tomorrow. As much as she might hate that particular person, he did do many things that made her happy, things Calvin never did. She eventually fell asleep, with dreams of being trapped in torment.



During their sleep, Charlotte continued to shift and change more. No shirt she had would be able to hide her belly now, nor the hair growth around her vagina, or her armpits. The hair was pitch black, and curly, and by now, it began to travel up her belly, right up to her belly button. The hair was small, but very much so visible, and with no way to hide her now protruding belly effectively, she would not just be showing off fat, but also navel hair. She had gained at least 75 pounds between when she first started seeing Jeremy, and that very night.







The next week had much of the same events going on as had been for the last few days. Charlotte and Calvin woke up, they went to work. Charlotte went to Jeremy and had a breakfast fit for a queen, while Calvin did his normal work. Each time, Jeremy took a picture of a naked Charlotte, and each time, Charlotte abided, although with extreme hate that slowly built inside of her. Occasionally he would ask for sexual favors, and she would also do. He normally just asked for a tit job or a blow job though, each time, Charlotte's tits wrapped around his shaft a little better than they should have before. Charlotte knew what was going on, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it.

After work, Calvin and Charlotte went home, had a quiet night, slept, and then went back to work. So the process repeated the entire week.



One Friday morning alarm clock went off, and the pair got up, and got ready for work. 

Calvin put on a typical uniform, as he normally wore, he had a simple bowl of cereal for breakfast, went about the rest of his morning routine and then he waited patiently for Charlotte while deep in thought.



Charlotte got ready as well, however she had problems finding anything that fit over her gut. Worse yet, her crotch itched quite often. She scratched down at the pubic hairs, knowing very well that she was never that hairy before, but she wasn't going to get any time to shave that morning. As it was, she couldn't shave herself effectively while still wearing the special underwear. She eventually gave up, and wore a simple white t-shirt, as big as she could find, and sweatpants. As before, she didn't wear a bra. Any bra she had proved to be incredibly uncomfortable to her recently. Her nipples were swollen, and sometimes damp, they also looked bigger too, although she knew she couldn't do anything about that, or the rest of her body also being so much larger. Once she was ready in her less than casual outfit, she walked over to the door by Calvin. 



The two looked almost like a yin yang couple. Calvin was a thin, lanky man with glasses. He was shaven, and he wore a professional outfit. His hair was combed and straightened, and he had good hygiene in general. 

Charlotte was clearly fatter than Calvin, wearing far more casual clothing. She still had wide hips and a large chest, but her breast looked even larger with the extra fat throughout her body. Her hair was a ruffled mess, she had bags underneath her eyes, and an exposed gut with a small trail of pubic hair to her belly button, but she didn't seem to care about her lack of appearance at all. A faint scent of raw onions emitted from her armpits, and her breath smelled like the last thing she ate, if only because she hadn't brushed within the past few days.



Calvin looked at his wife with a small frown. Although he didn't say anything, his expression made it clear how he thought of her. Regardless, he opened up the door, went to the car with her, and then drove off to work with her. He noticed the smell she emitted the entire time, but he simply rolled down the window.



Once at work, Calvin and Charlotte went their separate ways. Calvin went to his office, while Charlotte went to Jeremy's. It was almost surprising with how much the two could do together without saying a single word towards each other.



Jeremy's office, much like yesterday, had breakfast already prepared for Charlotte. Jeremy sat at his desk with his professional gray outfit, white shirt, and a red tie, complete with a camera already set up on the desk, as well as Charlotte's pictures up against the window behind him. "Well, shall we begin?" he said with an eager grin on his face.



Charlotte was as silent as she was all last night, and all the morning. With a frown on her face, and dried tear stains below her eyes, she undressed with the exception of her panties, and waited for him to take the picture.



Jeremy watched with his hands supporting his head. His thumbs clicked together slowly. "You look conflicted. Having problems at home?"



Charlotte broke her seemingly never-ending silence. "Just take the picture." She said in a dry raspy voice. She was conflicted. It was worse being at home than it was at work, and when she was at work she had to get naked, and possibly do sexual favors. Sure, the pictures and sex were short lived compared to the rest of the day of eating and lazing around, but she knew how wrong the feeling was to enjoy work better than life at home.



"No." Jeremy replied sternly. He crossed his arms firmly, with a scowl on his face. "I don't take pictures of depressing women. I take pictures of happy women. Women who love to show off their bodies. You haven't been this depressed since you first started coming here. What's going on with you? Is Calvin not putting out at home, and you desperately need some tension relieved?"



Charlotte wished that Jeremy was as stupid as he looked. Instead, despite looking as if he had everything handed to him on a silver platter, and was stupid because of it, Jeremy was extremely intelligent. She didn't want to go that far into discussing problems in bed. Few women could. She just smiled, though behind watered eyes. "Better?" she asked through gritted white teeth.



No." Jeremy repeated. "You're depressed. I don't like that." He reached underneath the desk, and a 'zip' sound could be heard as he undid his zipper. "I can tell Calvin hasn't been satisfying you enough to make you happy, so before we take a picture, allow me to sate your urges in ways that your husband never could."



Charlotte knew very well where this was going. She had already done a few sexual acts with Jeremy. She also felt her vagina pulse with a need that no toy could satisfy, and that she knew Calvin wouldn't be able to pleasure her. Not just because of their difficult lives, but also because of the alarm within her underwear that would go off if it was off for too long.

Her emotions were conflicted, to say the least. She didn't say she wanted to do more perverted acts with Jeremy, but at the same time, she couldn't deny her needs.



Jeremy leaned back in his chair. The faint scent of weed emitted from his body. "We've been together for a while now Charlotte. You've done quite a lot for me. Now, I can tell you need something in return, and I'm more than willing to provide it for you." He held up a silver remote control with a giant red button. "I can disable that little device in your underwear temporarily for us to get...intimate. Calvin doesn't need to know about it, and I bet you'll feel so much happier afterwards."



Charlotte still wasn't sure what to say. She looked down at her pudgy gut, the gut she knew that didn't exist while she was with Calvin. She could feel stubs of hair underneath her armpits, and she could smell her own body odor. It was both an unpleasant smell, yet one she didn't mind at the same time, if only because she was the one emitting it. "You're going to keep talking about it until we actually do it, aren't you?" she asked, without making direct eye contact. She was well aware she wasn't going to win this, she was going to perform another sexual act with Jeremy, whether she wanted to or not. Deep down, her body wanted it, even if she mentally loathed it. "Fine. You win. Slip on a condom, and let's get this over with."



"No condom would be big enough for my cock." Jeremy said with a chuckle. He pressed that big red button, and casually tossed the remote control behind his chair. "But I can tell you want it. Stop denying your body the pleasure it wants, and just give in."



Charlotte wanted to snap at Jeremy, but she wasn't one to push her luck. She wanted to tell him that she would resist her urges to eat heavily, but as of late, she had been giving in to those eating habits. She felt her vagina pulse with a need, a need she knew Calvin was unlikely to ever sate. With a small sniffle, she took off her panties and revealed her crotch. Her crotch had trimmed pubic hair like before, except now it had more hairs than it normally had. She slowly walked in front of Jeremy, naked as the day she was born, and waited.



Unlike the many days they had been together before, Jeremy actually stood up today. His zipper undone, his large cock stood out in front of him like a sore thumb. His large thick hands reached down, and slowly stroked up her body. He could feel the bristles on her legs, and it just made him smile. "You're slowly becoming such a perfect woman body wise, you know that? We have to work on your thoughts though. You are just too depressed."



"No amount of pills will help me get over everything going on in my life." Charlotte's heart pounded heavily as she saw that cock between his legs. As big and thick as the last time she remembered seeing it, and it wasn't even aroused fully. She squeezed her lips together, and let out a small sigh. "Just...come on...do it." She felt defeated. Nothing she could do would get her out of this situation, plus she knew her body very much needed some...relief. Calvin was never going to provide it, but Jeremy seemed like he was more than willing.



"We don't have to use pills to make you happy." Jeremy gently hugged Charlotte. His clothed body pressed against her naked one. His cock gently brushed against her thighs as it slowly became erect. "We just need time. You'll grow to like this." He gently kissed her tear stained cheek.



Charlotte didn't want to admit how much the workplace was better than her own home, with the exception of naked pictures, and sex acts. She felt Jeremy's large cock brush up against her, and it made her shiver with a pleasure she hadn't felt in ages. This, this was what her body needed. As much as she frowned, as unhappy as she appeared to be, she found her body slowly lowering onto that cock, and right to her nether folds. Her mind screamed at herself to both stop, and go. It was one thing for a blowjob, one thing for a tit job, but vaginal was on a whole new level. Pregnancy was very much a real risk, and she damn well knew it. She could only pray such a thing would not occur.



Jeremy smirked after he mentioned grow. With another gentle kiss, he slowly pushed his large cock into her tight cunt, her cunt that, while it had certainly been penetrated before, had never been penetrated by a shaft as big as his. Jeremy was gentle with her. He slowly pushed his shaft deeper into her, inch by inch. Those nether folds of Charlotte's constantly rubbed on Jeremy's shaft. His cock, while enough to stretch her lips, was not quite enough to cause pain with it.



Charlotte couldn't help but let out a light gasp as the cock penetrated her cunt. She could feel the pulsing of his shaft inside of her as the cock became more aroused. She wanted to hate the sensations of his shaft inside of her. She wanted to loathe his warm clothed body against her naked one, but she knew deep down, she enjoyed every second of it. Her cunt gently squeezed and released his shaft in timing to the pulse of his shaft.



Jeremy held onto her soft paunch. His hands gently stroked the tiny stubs of hair near her belly button as he moved his hips up and down, humping and pumping her slowly. "Come, sit down with me like this." He held onto her firmly, and slowly lowered down back to his chair.



Charlotte slowly lowered with him until the two sat down in his chair together. She heard the chair creak and groan, not just from her weight, but from the humping motions Jeremy was making. Charlotte felt so pleasured that she couldn't help but let out a small moan, though she did her best to cover her mouth while she did. Her face was beet red from it too. Her body loved it, and as wrong as it felt, she kind of mentally liked it too. It made her forget all of her troubles in the world with Calvin, with money. Here she was in the office of a rich man doing almost anything she wanted, all at the small cost of sexual acts.



Jeremy let out a small "Umph" once the two sat down on his chair. Her weight was quickly adding up, and it showed for him, but it just made him all the harder. Jeremy firmly grabbed onto Charlotte's wrists, and lowered them from her mouth. "Don't be scared. Calvin will never find out, so enjoy it."



Charlotte wanted to call Jeremy out on that. She wanted to tell him, that he was full of absolute shit, but she couldn't get the words out. Pregnancy was truly the biggest worry she had, and had she actually gotten pregnant from Jeremy, she wouldn't know what to do. The thoughts of a pregnant belly were interrupted by a hard thrust from Jeremy's cock, which made Charlotte moan again, louder, and with no way to cover her mouth either.



Jeremy continued to hump and pump Charlotte's form. While the time they spent together felt like an eternity, in reality it was roughly 20 minutes before Jeremy's balls tensed, and then he came. His cock pulsed and twitched as it unleashed wave after wave of his seed in a long orgasm.



Charlotte's nether lips clenched as she felt Jeremy's seed. She gritted her teeth together as she tried to ignore the pleasure. She tried to think of something else, but she couldn't focus her mind on anything. She let out a deep moan as she orgasmed with him, soaking his shaft in the process. Her vagina held onto his cock tightly as her body graciously accepted his seed. Deep down, she could only pray that nothing would come out of this, that nothing would happen after. As much as she truly hated to admit it though, the sex did make her feel better.



Once his orgasm was finished, Jeremy let go of Charlotte's wrists. "You're free to get up now." He said quietly. "Just so long as I get a picture of that happy face of yours before you get dressed." He spoke so calmly and casually, even after his orgasm was finished, he wasn't out of breath.



Charlotte's emotions were mixed. Her body felt satisfied, yet she was saddened at what she had just done. She had sex with someone that wasn't even her husband. She looked down at the one thing that she had kept on her despite being naked, her wedding ring. As small as the gem was, and likely not made of diamond, it reminded her of Calvin, and of Ronny. A single tear flowed down her cheek as she got off of Jeremy. She walked in front of his desk, and waited for the pictures to start.



"Still not that happy I see." Jeremy rolled his eyes. He zipped up his pants, and began to take the photos. "It will have to do. That frown will slowly become a smile over time, just wait, you'll grow to love it." He said, with a large smirk on his face.



Various pictures of Charlotte were taken from both the side, the front, and in the back. Jeremy's camera was digital, so he couldn't quite put the photos up on his window yet, but he had the previous pictures. It almost looked like a slow transformation from picture by picture. She was first thin, then the weight slowly applied onto her. Had her photos been placed in a picture book, it would have a very impressive effect to flip through them quickly, yet the photos on the window weren't even all of the photos Jeremy had taken. He also recorded her with the camera, and only he and the security team truly knew how much of her he had recorded.



Charlotte waited for the pictures to be taken. It was hard to crack a smile. She let out a few sniffles during the photos, but otherwise she remained silent until Jeremy took the last one for the day.



"Feel free to get dressed up again." Jeremy suggested once he finished. He took out a USB cord, attached it to the computer, and began to download the photos. "Perhaps you'd like your own chair to sit on today. Maybe your own laptop?" Jeremy suggested. "What do you need to make your job here more pleasant?"



"My job is just to get fucked and eat?" Charlotte asked. There was a slight hint of sarcasm in her tone. She got dressed, starting with the infamous underwear that Jeremy forced her to wear. She didn't want to admit it, but she felt...empty between her legs without something inside of her cunt. As she slid the underwear back into place, she felt a slight relief as that dildo slid back into place. Its size, while smaller than Jeremy's shaft, was larger than Calvin's.



"Are you complaining? Some people would say such things would be in their dream job." Jeremy shrugged at Charlotte. "What do you EXPECT to do here? I'm well aware of your mediocre teaching abilities, but I don't need such things here."



Charlotte shot Jeremy a glare. She wanted to speak up and defend her teaching, but she second guessed herself. She didn't want to say anything that would cost her to lose that job. Admittedly, there weren't very many bad things about it, except of course many interactions with Jeremy just reminded her how much of an asshole he was.



"Truth hurt?" Jeremy just shrugged casually. "Well, do whatever you feel like in here. If you want something besides television, let me know, and I'll have it taken care of." He zipped up his pants, and turned his attention back to the computer at his desk.



Charlotte was finding it more and more difficult to control her emotions. While she bottled up her rage, she slipped out some anger into words. "I feel like punching you in the face right now." She said quietly, her hands balled up into fists.



"If that would make you happy," Jeremy said with a casual shoulder shrug, "never realized you were into that kinky stuff." Jeremy tilted his head in Charlotte's direction. "Go on, give me a good whack." He closed his eyes with a smirk on his face,



Charlotte raised one of her fists in anger. Jeremy was giving her the chance to hit him. She could hit him hard. She could give him payback for all of the hurtful things he had gone to her, things he had likely done to Calvin. She pulled her arm back...and then she paused.

What would striking him even accomplish? He could hold it against me and get me in even more trouble later. She thought to herself.

With a grimace on her face, and also her teeth grinded together so hard that it felt as if there were salt in her mouth, she lowered her fist, and unclenched her hands. "Just get me another chair. I'd like my own place to sit."



Jeremy made a quick phone call, and soon another chair was brought up for Charlotte, a chair identical to Jeremy's own, set up and ready to go. The time it took was unbelievably quick, before Charlotte would even know what would hit her, there was another chair in the office for her. "There you go." He pointed at the new chair, set down right at the entrance. I don't need anything else from you today, so do as you wish around the office."



Charlotte glared at Jeremy. She would have thanked him, but she was still so furious at him, furious for so many reasons, but largely, for the vaginal sex, a form of sex that she had only done with Calvin. She took a seat on that chair, and watched television.



Much of that Friday went by the same as any other day. Charlotte got to eat what she desired for lunch, although since she was quieter than usual, Jeremy simply ordered food he figured she would like, and Charlotte ate it all thanks to her growling belly. Jeremy found it much easier to work without Charlotte on his lap. Charlotte was as far away as she could be from Jeremy, while still being able to watch television at the same time.



As the work day came to a close, a clock above Jeremy's office door chimed. Charlotte had been working there long enough to know that the chime was the signal that she could leave, and without a word towards Jeremy, she walked her way to the door.



"Do have an enjoyable weekend." Jeremy called out to Charlotte, just as Charlotte put her hands on the doorknob. "Go visit that son of yours, do whatever makes you feel happy. We're going to be changing things up a little bit on Monday. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it."



Charlotte's mouth opened while she was turned away from Jeremy. "Go fuck yourself..." she mouthed so quietly that even she could barely hear her own words. She opened up the door, and left the office to go meet up Calvin.



Much of that night was just as quiet as it was every other night for Calvin and Charlotte. The two went home, went about their business, and then went to bed. With no need to get up for work the next morning, the two could stay up slightly later than usual, but they had no reason to stay up late anyways. The interaction between the couple was at a minimum, there was nothing on their antennae television worth watching, and their internet, as well as their home computer, simply wasn't up to standards to even watch shows on it. The couple went to bed at the same time as they did every other night, and just took advantage of Saturday morning to sleep in.







Calvin was the first to wake up that Saturday. He turned and saw the sleeping Charlotte, as well as smell that musk that came from her body. She hadn't showered very much within the past few days, nor had she used deodorant, and it was beginning to show. With a soft sigh, he got out of bed, and made himself breakfast. He hesitated on making anything for Charlotte though. The two hadn't spoken very much recently. The only thing the two really did together was sleep in the bed, maybe watch television. "What am I going to do with her..." he mumbled to himself in the kitchen. He made himself a simple bowl of cereal with some bacon, and then ate breakfast in the living room.



Charlotte woke up much later than Calvin, almost close to lunch time in fact. Over the past week, she had felt heavier and lazier. The only thing that got her out of bed during the weekdays was knowing that she could sit, and even sleep at work if she so wanted. Not that she ever took Jeremy up on that offer, but there were days when it was tempting. She noticed Calvin was already up, and simply let out an oafish grunt. She got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to get herself some food.



Charlotte walked out into the living room with, not just a bowl of cereal, but the remainder of the box of cereal as well. She sat down and helped herself, not speaking a word to Calvin. She simply watched television silently. Last weekend, the pair barely spoke at all. She was expecting this weekend to be much of the same.



Calvin squeezed his lips together upon seeing Charlotte. It looked as if he wanted to tell her so much, but it was difficult to get the words out. "So...you...want to visit Ronny?" he quietly asked.



Charlotte didn't once look at Calvin, even when he mentioned Ronny's name. Ronny, their child, the very reason Calvin used to work late nights. The reason why Charlotte was now Jeremy's...whatever Jeremy wanted her to be at the given time. She could never be truly mad at Ronny. It wasn't his fault he had a terrible illness, and that the country they lived in had such terrible healthcare for his condition, forcing Calvin and her to pay out of pocket. "It would be nice." She replied, just as quietly as Calvin. Not that she was nervous, but more that she was still angry at him. She couldn't simply forgive a man who signed her to a job filled with sex that she absolutely loathed, as much as her body enjoyed it. "I don't want to stay long though." She added. As nice as it was to see Ronny, it was depressing at the same time. Ronny reminded her what she was fighting for, but also of so many things she disliked at the same time.



With a confirming nod from Calvin, the couple left their home to go to the hospital. The drive was only a little longer than the time it took for them to get to their work, but the silence that filled the car was the same as it had been for the last few weeks.



The hospital was a fairly ordinary hospital with a special wing for children with severe illnesses, usually cancer. It was the same wing where Ronny was located in. In his case, he was located farther off on the side for better isolation, as it was easy for him to become ill with a weakened immune system. There was however, a slight snag once they got inside the hospital and wanted to visit Ronny.



At the nurse's desk, Calvin and Charlotte checked themselves in, and as they were signing a forum, the nurse spoke up. "As standard procedure, you two will have to use our special shower to remove potential harmful viruses or bacteria. You will stow your clothes in a nearby locker, shower, and then wear a special uniform for your visit. Your belongings will be safely secured, and when you're ready, you drop off the uniform, and get dressed again in your normal clothes." The nurse explained the process as if she were incredibly bored of hearing her own voice talk about it.



Charlotte grimaced as she heard the nurse speak. While she was at the hospital less than a month ago, it felt like an eternity to her. She had forgotten about the rules where she had to undress, and she knew that the underwear between her legs was included with that. She hadn't changed out of the underwear since she first wore it. It reeked of musk between her legs, and her panties were constantly moist. It was truly uncomfortable, but she couldn't remove it without alerting Jeremy about it. At the same time, she didn't want to inform Calvin about it either, if only because deep down, she knew he wasn't going to do anything about it. "Very well..." Charlotte simply said, quietly at that. She hoped that they weren't monitored during their shower. Maybe, just maybe, she could get away with it. Although her panties would get absolutely soaked in the shower, it was a small price to pay to be able to see her son again, and not get in trouble with Jeremy.



Luckily, there was little hassle. The nurse led them to the lockers and a single shower stall where they could shower, and the nurse left them alone. Calvin was the first to take a shower. Without a single word to Charlotte, he undressed, put his clothes in a small locker, and went into the single shower stall to shower himself off.



Charlotte was able to see his silhouette from the lockers, he even undressed in front of her too; not that it was a big deal for him. For Charlotte though, she knew it was going to be problematic. She took off her shirt, and then she looked down at her breast. Her tits had grown, there was no denying it. She had tried to put on a bra every now and then, but her own bras didn't fit her anymore. They were close, but it was a tight fit. Plus, she had a new problem. Her nipples, they looked redder, and the base of them was larger, almost to the point of where it looked as if she had the nipples a woman would have if they were pregnant. It had only been a week or so since she started being with Jeremy, but Charlotte couldn't deny it as she stared at a large mirror near the lockers.

She was different.



Calvin got out of the shower a few minutes later, and put on the special outfit. It was made of the same material as a hospital gown, and incredibly loose fitting as the shirt, and pants, only came in one size. Even the white slippers came in only one size. "Don't take too long." Calvin said quietly, the first few words he must have said to Charlotte in a very long time. "I'm going to go see him now." And with those two sentences, Calvin left the room, he left for Charlotte to shower alone.



Charlotte undressed everything except her underwear, and then she went into the shower while still wearing those panties. She was thankful those panties were waterproof, but it still made it hard to clean her crotch. As the hot water rushed over her body, she got a look at her chubby. She felt her bigger ass, and then raised up her arms to see the small bristles on her armpits. She never needed to shave before. It was a blessing, as she didn't even have the extra money to buy any shaving supplies, and now when she needed it, she knew she couldn't afford it, much less deodorant. With a heavy sigh, she finished up her shower, stepped out and dried herself off, and then put on the white clothes to cover up her body. Her panties were still incredibly damp, but there was nothing she could do about it. With a frown on her face, she left the room to go see Ronny.



Ronny's hospital room was built like most others. It had a bed, a television with some very old video game systems connected to it, and a small container of toys, along with the various pieces of hospital equipment that was needed. Ronny himself took a bit of both from his parents. He had Calvin's brown hair and height, but also some weight of Charlotte's. He had a mask on, and he was sitting right beside Calvin. Upon seeing his mother though, Ronny waved to him. "Hi mom!" he said in a happy tone. Despite his health, despite being stuck in a hospital, he was in high spirits.



"Hello there Ronny." Charlotte took a seat at the foot of the bed. She glanced briefly over at Calvin, and then back at Ronny. "How have the doctors been treating you?"



"Last week they started checking up on me more often and changed my medications around, I feel a lot better. They say at this rate I can go back to school next year!"



Charlotte had to wonder. "They changed your medications last week? They never told us about it..." granted Calvin and Charlotte didn't talk much, but there were never missed calls from the hospital. She was even more surprised that he was doing so much better with them. She had to wonder if Jeremy was involved...no, it had to be a crazy coincidence. Jeremy didn't have THAT much control...right?



The stay at the hospital was a long one, but fairly boring, the three spent time together playing board games, as well as video games. While Ronny talked quite a bit, Calvin and Charlotte were mostly quiet towards each other.

Once dinner time came, Calvin decided to go get dinner for the three, and he left Charlotte and Ronny alone in the hospital room.



"So...mom?" Ronny asked from the bed, once Calvin had left to get dinner. "Are you doing okay too? You just look a little...different."



Charlotte couldn't deny it in a mirror, and when Ronny mentioned it, it made her wonder if Calvin knew about her changing too, and just didn't speak anything about it. "It's just what happens when you get older. Bodies change dear." 

Charlotte wasn't sure how to explain it in a manner she was comfortable with. She couldn't tell Ronny what was happening between her and Jeremy. Charlotte wasn't stupid, she knew Jeremy was drugging her with something, but she was in too deep. She tried not to think about it, and there were times she tried to resist, but her hunger always got to her. It made her fatter, and something was making her hairier, and various...other things about her body, things she didn't want to bring up. Yet there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't not eat any of Jeremy's food, it was simply too much, and all so delicious. At least, she assumed that's how she was being changed.



The remainder of the stay, Charlotte fell quiet and off to the side while Calvin and Ronny played around. Charlotte watched quietly, often being lost in thought. Her stomach occasionally rumbled angrily, but she did her best to ignore it. She couldn't contain herself around Jeremy, but around Calvin and Ronny, it was easier for reasons she couldn't place.



Calvin and Charlotte soon said their goodbyes and headed off. The two got dressed again, and went back home. The rest of the weekend was much like it was last weekend for them, very little exciting events, and very little that was worth mentioning to either of them. It was a quiet Saturday night, silent Sunday morning, peaceful Sunday afternoon, and a hushed Sunday night. Before either of them knew what hit them, Monday morning soon came, and with it, so did the two needing to go back to their job.







Charlotte was as thrilled to go back to that job as she had been every other day. She recalled Jeremy said something about changing things up on Monday. She had no idea what to expect, but she was dreading it.



During that morning though, something hit Charlotte's stomach. She hadn't eaten very much, and it had gotten to her, but there was something else. Before she even got dressed for work that day, she found herself in the bathroom, vomiting. It was a short lived spell that left her dizzy. She knew she wasn't ill, nor could she have overeaten. If anything, she under ate that weekend.

As one possibility of her morning sickness dawned on her, her heart began to pound, and she found herself vomiting once more into the toilet.

No. It couldn't be...please god no, anything but THAT. She thought to herself. She hadn't had sex with Calvin in quite some time. Had she really gotten...pregnant, from Jeremy, then she knew there were going to be a lot more problems, problems that made her not want to go anywhere, do anything. The only thing that made sure she went to work that morning in fact, was purely because of Ronny.



As Charlotte arrived into Jeremy's office after a long drive, her eyes immediately turned to the side to see a green screen and lights set up almost like a photo shoot. She turned again to see Jeremy sitting in his chair with that same grin he had every single morning, and a large familiar breakfast buffet in front of him "What is all of this stuff for?" she pointed to the lights, and the green screen. She even noticed a camera set up on a tripod, a camera far more advanced than the one Jeremy had been using before.



"As I said, we're getting more formal." Jeremy stood up with a stretch. "We're taking more pictures, high definition ones. The ones I have of you are blurry, they're sloppy, and they're you when you're not at your happiest. That changes today, so strip, smile, and pose!"



Charlotte's ears were focused on Jeremy, but her eyes stared at the buffet. Her slightly chubby stomach growled hungrily, angrily. She didn't eat very well during the weekend. Calvin and Charlotte never could afford a substantial amount of food for their pantry. "What's there to be happy about?" she asked, although she found her body obeying Jeremy's ordered. She stripped down her casual clothing, and walked in front of the green screen. She left the panties on with that special nub still in her vagina. By now, she had grown used to it. She would never admit it, but she felt...empty when she had nothing inside of her cunt now. 

"You're turning me into a fucking pig." There was no denying it, there was no use trying to hide it. She had a gut. She had some body hair, and she despised it. She couldn't look in a mirror without shedding a tear at her new body, even if the changes weren't huge, they were significant enough for her to know what was going on.



"Yet you like it, don't you?" Jeremy asked as he set up the camera. "You love the food, the attention, the fact this job treats you so much better than your house. You can do almost anything you want to here, all at a small price, a price you're beginning to enjoy."



Charlotte grimaced at Jeremy. It was true, there were some benefits. She used to be such a worry wort over her weight, but now she was gaining it so rapidly that it was hard to care about it anymore. Her stomach always demanded more food, even now during the pictures, her stomach rumbled angrily. It felt so incredibly satisfying to eat too. The vibration in her cunt, the feeling of a full stomach, it was just so good for her body. She loathed to admit it, she had no intention of saying it aloud, but she actually...was beginning to like the treatment. The forced sex was still miserable in many ways, but her body enjoyed it. "Just take the photos." She said with an incredibly fake smile.



Jeremy took his photos, and then he let Charlotte have her large lunch. The remainder of the day was much of the same as it had been so many other days. This particular day, Jeremy didn't ask for any sexual favors, he simply let Charlotte do whatever she wanted around the office.



After Charlotte ate the massive breakfast, big enough to be considered a buffet table, she watched television silently. There was so much for her to think about, and yet she couldn't find her mind focusing enough on any of it. She was getting bored though. Even cable could only keep her entertained for so long. "I was thinking...could I get a laptop?" she suddenly asked Jeremy. She wasn't even sure what time it was when she asked.



"It can easily be done. You'd be free to use it however you please, but you can't take the laptop out of the office with you." Jeremy said casually as he worked on his own computer. "...however..."



"...however?"



"However, if you were to come to MY home instead of Calvin's, then you could take your laptop with you." Jeremy grinned widely. "You could just tell him that you needed to...do a pet project of sorts."



Charlotte wondered just how rich Jeremy was. If he had such kind of power around at work to get her so much food throughout the day, and virtually anything she wanted, then he must have been quite powerful at home too. She wasn't quite eager to accept his invitation though. "Calvin wouldn't believe me if I told him that." She replied. Ugh. THAT'S your response? Why not tell him to go fuck himself like before? Tell him hell no. She grimaced slightly at her own thoughts. It felt...harder to fight than it did before.



"You're right." Jeremy leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "But you know what? He wouldn't say anything about it. I know him. He's weak, pathetic, a coward. Why the fuck do you think he was the perfect target for a bully back in school? It was because he said nothing about it, because he DID nothing about it. I bet if you told him that you had sex with me, he wouldn't do anything about it at all in fact."



Charlotte wanted to argue with Jeremy, but deep down, she knew that he was right. Calvin was not confrontational unless his emotions reached a boiling point, and that happened so few times in his life. As it was now, she doubted that he knew what was going on, and even if he did, that he wasn't going to stop Jeremy from it. "Even if I DID go to your place, I would want something out of it." Charlotte said, trying to come up with whatever other reason she could to NOT go to his place. "You can't keep pushing and pushing me and expect me to do more work for the same amount of money."



"What? You'll get money when you come over, the same amount as you currently do at work, just consider it overtime." Jeremy smirked. "And if it goes beyond 40 hours? Well, that's just more pay for you then. Anything else 'stopping' you?" 



Charlotte opened her mouth, and raised a finger. She tried to think of something else, anything else that might have stopped her besides herself. After a moment, she lowered her finger and mumbled. "I just don't fucking want to...okay?" Maybe Jeremy's home was far better than her own, but she was already doing so many things against her will, the last thing she needed was to start spending what little free time she had with Calvin's boss, even if her free time at home was otherwise spent just quiet in front of the TV.



"At least you're honest. Well, the offer still stands." Jeremy went back to work on his computer. "I'll get you the laptop within a few hours then."



Charlotte turned to the television and began to wait. There were a few questions that began to raise in her head though. The time she spent with him was relatively quiet, aside from the sexual favors and photo shoots. She was told that he was a womanizer. Hell, the first day she showed up, he had a woman on his lap, yet lately he hadn't been doing any of that. It made her wonder, maybe he was doing something on his computer, perverted things. She turned to him briefly, and then turned back to the television once Jeremy noticed that she was looking at him.



"What are you thinking of?" Jeremy asked.



"The first day I came here, you had a nearly naked woman on your lap. You haven't had one since I've been in here was all..." Charlotte kept her head turned away from Jeremy.



"That's because you almost never look at me, and you so rarely pay attention to what goes on around here." Jeremy replied. "Maybe I have a woman on my lap now, and you're just not seeing her. You're not even turning around to CHECK if that's true."



Charlotte turned and saw Jeremy with...nothing. No woman, just him, his professional clothing, and his gut. He was right though, she rarely did actually look at him throughout so much of the day that it was hard to actually notice. She often ignored whatever sounds were made coming from him too, she only listened to her gut. She found it hard to believe that she missed other people coming into the office though. 



Jeremy couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck, you're becoming fat, AND gullible. I don't have other women in here because I know how uncomfortable it'd make you. What, you really want me to start bringing in other women to grope and fondle while you watch television so casually? You may think of me as a cold hearted womanizing bastard, but I'm at least going to give you a few weeks to get settled into your new job, and your new role."



"My role as your feeder fucker?" Charlotte asked with a tone of sarcasm. She hated the feeling of being fat. She wanted to deny it, but in the stages of grief, it felt as if she was already in, and constantly stuck, in the anger stage. No amount of bargaining would fix her situation either, she was well aware of that.



"Hey you said it, not me." Jeremy casually shrugged.



There was a sudden knock at the door that cut off their brief conversation. The door opened and revealed a thin woman in a bikini with a thin box. "Sir...this package arrived for you." She said in a high tone that would have made for a perfect secretary. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes looked at Jeremy nervously as she crossed her legs.



"That would be your laptop." Jeremy grinned at Charlotte. He then turned to the woman. "Hand it off to her," he pointed to Charlotte. "Then, you're free to go back to your post."



The woman slowly walked over to Charlotte. She tried to keep her front half turned away from Jeremy, but even then, she was showing off her round perky rear to the large man. She kneeled down, and handed her the box.



As Charlotte took the box, she looked up at the woman with worried eyes. She didn't say a word, but she mouthed something to the woman away from Jeremy's eyes. Charlotte told the woman...to run.



The woman slowly nodded when Charlotte mouthed those very words. "I know." She mouthed back, before she walked away. Her rear gently swayed from side to side as she left.



Charlotte turned to Jeremy briefly. She wondered why she was just free to do what she wanted. There was a woman that was attractive by many standards, yet Jeremy just let her go. She turned back to her box, and opened it up to reveal a rather expensive laptop. Not one to care about the price of such things though, she simply plugged it in, and turned it on. "What's the Wi-Fi password?" she asked, as the computer booted up. 



"Fat girls rule. No spaces, capital G and R." Jeremy said to her with a smirk on his face.



Charlotte simply let out a sigh as she got into the Wi-Fi. She had little intention on browsing the web though, rather, she had other plans. She browsed through the systems, and noticed there was a device named 'Camera1' that was online that had a locked Wi-Fi password. Charlotte tried the password that Jeremy gave her, but to no avail. She tried a few more passwords, just wondering what the camera was even watching.



"You can stop trying to hack into cameras." Jeremy suddenly spoke up from his computer. "Well, I use 'hack' loosely."



Charlotte's fingers froze as she heard Jeremy speak up. "How...did you know?" she looked up for any hidden cameras, yet she didn't spot any watching her. She was now much more curious as exactly what Jeremy was doing on that computer of his. All she knew for certain was that she was being monitored by him somehow.



"Your IT man helped set up password protection. I get notified of failed login attempts. Oh, there also IS a camera watching you at your computer. Not that you using the computer is generally sexy, but if you were to watch pornography and start getting turned on from it? Well that might appeal to someone out there."



Charlotte grimaced when he mentioned that it might appeal to someone. It hinted at her that he was doing far more than just saving these recordings for later use. She decided not to try to hack any computer again, at least for the rest of the day. She was tempted to try to ask Calvin for help, but she doubted that he would do anything. She was in this alone. She spent the rest of the day doing what she didn't want to do, just waste time on that computer, only stopping briefly for a large lunch to satisfy her growing belly.



During lunch, Charlotte's dildo inside of her vibrated, as it always did when she ate. As much as she wanted to ignore it, it was getting to be very pleasurable inside of her as it vibrated. It almost tempted her to want to eat more, just so that it could vibrate more. She had no intention on admitting such things to Jeremy, but based on his grin she saw while she was eating, he was likely aware of it.



"I forgot to mention, normally when someone tries to hack my cameras, I just straight out fire them for such an act." Jeremy said as Charlotte finished up her lunch. "But in your case? Maybe I'll reward such behavior with sex. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"



Charlotte knew she wasn't going to win against him when he asked for more sex from her. Anything she said, anything she did, she could think as him of as the biggest bastard, and it wouldn't matter, whatever she would have done, it would have resulted in something terrible happening, or sex with him. Having had sex with him off and on so much already, and thinking she was already pregnant, rather than speak up against him in some manner, she just let out a frustrated sigh, and got it over with.



The sex was just as good as it was last time for Charlotte, though she'd never admit his large cock made her feel so wonderful inside, and how her body begged for more, even once Jeremy came inside of her again. Once the sex was finished, she just went about her day in his office as if nothing had ever happened.



The day ended like it did for many others. Charlotte left the office late at night, making sure to keep the laptop in the office. She grabbed Calvin, and the pair headed home.

Home was much like it had been so many other days. The only differences today was Charlotte's tender breast, and often hourly need to use the bathroom. Even once they had gone to bed, Charlotte found herself getting up much throughout that night to get up and use the bathroom time and time again. 



As it crept towards the AM hours though, Charlotte found herself going to the bathroom once, not to pee, but to vomit again. She couldn't ignore her body's signs. She was pregnant, and she damn well knew it. In the bathroom, with the doors closed and the fan overhead running, she broke down into tears. Pregnancy for her was supposed to be a fantastic event in her life, but she knew all too well, the baby wasn't hers. She looked at herself in the mirror at her messy long brown hair, the hair that she had almost never taken care of since she began to work with Jeremy. Her eyes, while not running with makeup because she didn't have any makeup, were red and bloodshot from her tears. The pajamas she wore at night dug into her waistline with how much weight she had put on, and her tender, sore tits drooped down with weight, and hints of wetness on her pajama top. She raised a fist, and smashed it up against the mirror she was staring at, yet the mirror didn't even crack. With a stifled cry, she wiped her tears with toilet paper, and went back to bed to try to get some sleep, any sleep for the morning. 

She wasn't sure how she was going to explain this to Calvin, at least without trying to seduce him and then falsely claim the baby was his. Even then, she had so little interest in him anymore, and she thought that she was getting far less attractive to him too.



The next morning for Calvin and Charlotte went the same as it did many other mornings. Calvin looked at Charlotte worriedly while he ate breakfast, and she did not, but he didn't say anything.



Charlotte watched Calvin with her arms crossed, and already dressed for work in her casual attire. Her hair was a mess, she had dark circles under her eyes, and she spent a good half the morning in the bathroom. "If you have something to ask, then just ask it Calvin." She said aloud, with a frustrated sigh.



Calvin's eye twitched visibly in front of Charlotte. "I just...you've been in the bathroom a lot more than normal lately." he couldn't keep eye contact with Charlotte as he spoke. "Are you...um...physically okay?"



"If you're asking if I'm sick, I'm fine. Jeremy doesn't want me to call in sick anyways. America for you, fucking go in to work when you're sick and get everyone else sick." She rolled her eyes. "If you're done eating, let's get this day over with."



"I mean..." Calvin hesitated to stand. He sat on the couch with his food in front of him. "I don’t mean like, sick, I mean like...you remember when you were um...you remember when you had Ronny?" He still couldn't look up at her.



Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest. "If you're assuming I'm pregnant, I'll have you know I'm not. We don't do THAT kind of stuff in the office!" Charlotte spoke in a highly defensive tone, and quickly too. "He is a filthy fucking pervert, but we don't do THAT." It was a bold faced lie, she damn well knew it, one she had no idea how she was going to get out of if her pregnancy began...showing, and then she had to actually give birth at some point. For now though, she had to take care of herself. She figured Calvin certainly wasn't going to help, even if he DID know.



Calvin twitched as his head sunk. "Okay...I was j-just curious." He mumbled so quietly that it was hard for even Charlotte to pick up on what he said.



The rest of the morning went by as it did so many other mornings before. Calvin drove Charlotte to the office, and then the two split up as they did every morning.



Jeremy's office had one new addition though, while incredibly minor, it was easy to spot next to the green screen area if one had their head to the floor, and Charlotte very much did. There was a scale, a weight scale.



Charlotte didn't hesitate. She knew what Jeremy wanted, and as angry as she was with him, no amount or arguing or yelling at him would change anything. She undressed, got onto the scale without a single word, only keeping her panties on.



Jeremy walked over casually to Charlotte once she got on the scale. He took a quick glance at the weight, and smiled. "230 pounds, impressive."



Charlotte knew she didn't weigh that much before, she was well under 200 pounds before. She wasn't exactly sure with her weight, she hated keeping track of it, but she knew it was below average for a woman of her age and height before. With an emotionless face, once she was weighed, she let Jeremy take the pictures, and the rest of the day proceeded much like so many other days before. She ate her breakfast, she had lunch, she performed her undesired sexual favors for Jeremy, and then the rest of the day proceeded as it always did. She hated that her body loved the sex with Jeremy, and that her stomach craved food, and how aroused she felt when she ate the food that Jeremy served her thanks to that vibrating dildo, but she didn't show it, nor did she say anything about it.



The day ended like so many other days did before it. Charlotte grabbed Calvin, went home, and the pair had a quiet night, both stuck in their own thoughts over their situation. Charlotte had dinner, although one problem was slowly arising at home. Charlotte had been slowly eating more and more at home, and due to their lack of funds, they were running out of food. They could restock, but with a budget, it was difficult to both stock the kitchen, and control Charlotte's hunger at the same time.



The days continued consisting of the same routine as the day before it. Calvin and Charlotte went to work. Calvin worked at his IT job, worried about Charlotte, while Charlotte was weighed, had her photo shoot, occasionally a sexual act, and then largely just eating heavily and lazing about until it was time to go back home.



As time went on, Charlotte's body underwent more changes. She would shower now and then, but it would be impossible to clean her crotch with the underwear on her. It gave her body a musky smell that grew stronger over the days. Her armpits developed more hair, and despite her trying to spend one day to actually shave them, they grew back quicker than before. It made her feel defeated to try to shave any other part of her body, including her legs which were also developing hair, as well as more pubic hair around her crotch. Not even her underwear could hide the hair that grew upwards to her belly button.



Calvin could tell Charlotte was changing day by day. It was a slow process, but he wasn't dumb. He never spoke up to her about it though, but body hair was never a thing that turned him on. Sure, the weight she was gaining was admittedly arousing him, but he would also never admit that either.



Jeremy was well aware of her hair growth. The poses he made her take when he took the pictures proved it. Although, when she shaved her armpits, he expressed discontent at it. "Don't shave. Don't try to alter your body, just let things happen." Jeremy instructed her when he realized she had shaved, although he had done so calmly.



Charlotte developed more than body hair over the days though. Weight also grew on her body. She watched it day by day when she was weighed, 230 pounds at first, then 233 the next day, 237, 240, the numbers just slowly continued to climb up, and her diet wasn't helping Charlotte either. She ate excessively, and she had little energy to exercise, even after work.



One day, Charlotte sat in Jeremy's office after casually having vaginal sex with him. She wasn't sure how many days had passed, they all just felt as if they had blended together. Her breast was sore and tender, and her belly had grown larger with more than just fat. Many days, she was silent towards Jeremy, even during sex, and today was no different. Photos of her were on the window, arranged from day to day. Each day showed her getting fatter. It could have been made into a flipbook easily.



The silence throughout that day broke when Jeremy handed Charlotte a sealed white envelope just after lunch. "Here." Jeremy said.



Charlotte took the envelope, and then looked up at Jeremy oddly. She wasn't sure what to expect inside the plain envelope. She didn't think she was doing badly enough for a pink slip, and she knew that if Jeremy wanted to say something mean and nasty, or absolutely disgusting, that he would just simply say it. With a deep breath, she ripped open the envelope, and took a look inside. There was but a single piece of paper, though not quite just any paper.

"...a check?" her eyes widened at the amount of zeros in the check. "Five t-thousand...dollars? Is this a joke?" she turned to Jeremy. "You want me to earn this, don't you? What sick, perverted shit do I have to do for you?"



"Everything has to be something perverted for you, doesn't it? Is it because you LIKE me to be a pervert towards you?" Jeremy chuckled at her. "No. This is yours. No tricks. No games. Do with it whatever you'd like. Buy yourself some more food, a better bed, maybe a down payment for a car of your own." Jeremy waved his hand dismissively. "It's yours, you've already earned it. I don't give a shit what you do with it."



Charlotte stared down at the check. She felt her heart flutter at such a payment. Part of her told her she shouldn't get excited until she cashed it in, but it looked so real, she was eager to leave to try to cash it in right now before he had any chance to stop her.



"If you want some extra time off to cash it in, go ahead." Jeremy casually shrugged. "I'd offer you cash, but I don't normally carry THAT much in dollar bills on me. I just have a bunch of one dollar bills, you can guess why."



"There's a catch. There's got to be a catch." Charlotte looked down at the check, then at Jeremy. "There's just no way." She could only react in such denial. She had heard the stories, she experienced it with Jeremy. Sure he let her watch television, even give her a laptop, but for him to be so nice as to give her more money than she would see in months? She couldn't believe it.



"How many times do I have to tell you that it's yours?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "God, you try to be nice to a person and they're just so suspicious about it. Fucking listen here, I can tell you hate the position you're in, even though your body very much likes it. You've obeyed orders, you've had sex with me whenever I've requested, and now I can tell you're filling up with more than just fat. You're becoming a damn gorgeous woman, and a woman as fine as the one you're becoming deserves all the good things in the world. I can't do that so long as you live with Calvin, but I can give you many, many things at work if nothing else."



Charlotte fell quiet as she looked back down at the check. Being reminded of Calvin, she thought what might happen if she revealed the check to Calvin. She could imagine him being ecstatic, but at the same time, what he might even do with the money. She still hated the fact Calvin signed her into a job of depravity, even if the job had its perks. "Thank you." She simply stated, almost silently as she put the check next to her clothes, her clothes which she had to often remove around Jeremy. By now, she had gotten used to being nearly naked around him, and it wasn't as if he was treating her badly either.



"Keep it up, and there will be plenty more bonuses for you." Jeremy leaned back in his chair, and tapped his beer belly repeatedly with his fingers. He reached underneath his shirt, and just casually scratched his hairy belly, giving Charlotte a view of his unshaven gut. "In fact, let's make this interesting. I'll double the check to ten grand if you spend one night at home with me. You don't have to sleep in the same bed, but I'll bump up the pay more if you do."



Charlotte grimaced at the check. Hearing his offer, she was tempted to rip it up and tell him to fuck himself, but she literally couldn't afford to lose money being handed to her. "So you want to pay me to basically fucking whore out to you."



Jeremy couldn't help but let out a laugh. "We're already having sex so casually here that it's not even worth mentioning. I'm just giving you some more offers to make a buck. I never mentioned we actually had to have sex at my place, just you come visit it. Check it out. Fuck, sleep on the sofa for all I care. Let me show you the life you COULD live, given a chance. Show Calvin your check, explain it, and I'm sure he'll be all for it."



Charlotte wanted to call bullshit on that. Calvin might be 'for it' but she knew it wouldn't be willing, it would be because of all of that money. Still, all of that money would help their financial situation tremendously, and if there was no sex involved? Charlotte was already doing so many humiliating and degrading things for Jeremy. What was the worst thing that could happen at his house that he wasn't already doing to her at work? 

"...I'll consider it."



The rest of the day went fairly quickly for Calvin, Charlotte, and Jeremy. Calvin did what he did all the time at work, while Charlotte just casually used her laptop to play some flash games, knowing very well she couldn't do much else. Jeremy was doing his own things, things he never did reveal to Charlotte. 

Soon the day concluded for all three of them, and Jeremy had to ask at the end of the work day. "So Charlotte, what is it going to be? Are you going to go home and have another silent uneventful night? Or are you going to come to MY home instead?"



Charlotte couldn't concentrate on the laptop, as much as she tried to. She was focused on that question, and being reminded of all of that money she was offered. Plus, if she cashed the check while she was with Jeremy instead of Calvin, then she could take her time in telling Calvin just how much additional money they were given. "So long as I'm free to go at any time, I guess I can try it for one night."



Jeremy clapped his hands together happily. "Marvelous. I'll arrange things with Calvin, so don't worry about a thing." Jeremy went to typing on his computer, seemingly faster than he had the whole day. Only a few minutes later, he got up off his chair. "Done, Calvin will be informed you won't be coming home tonight. Shall we head off?"



Charlotte half wanted to see Calvin, but she wasn't sure how to explain the situation to him at the same time. She knew that she would see him again, and she thought that he would be excited at the sheer amount of money she made. "Fine, let's go." She put on her clothes, and left with Jeremy.





Charlotte and Jeremy walked out of the building together with Calvin nowhere in sight, though his car was still there. Jeremy's car was a red BMW, a series 3, a rather fancy car at that. Unlike the normal ride that Charlotte took in Calvin's car, Jeremy's car was incredibly smooth and quiet. He even stopped by at the bank to let Charlotte deposit her check before taking her to his home.



Jeremy's home was massive. While it wasn't as big as a mansion, it was at least triple the size of a normal house, and very clean. The grass neatly trimmed, and even a black steel fence just inside Jeremy's property.



Charlotte's eyes were wide. She never said it aloud, but she was truly impressed with how large his mansion was. Charlotte noticed that some hedges were cut like naked women. She noticed multiple statues of naked women too, and even a fountain right out in front of the double doors that led to the main entrance of his house. She was amazed, but not so much surprised by the large amount of nude women decorations outside.



Jeremy parked the car not far from the main entrance doors. The pathway he drove on was just big enough for the car to drive right up to the front. Upon exiting, a woman also exited through the front doors dressed in a black limo driver outfit. "Let's head on inside." Jeremy told Charlotte. "Veronica here will take care of parking the car for us."



Charlotte got out of the car and looked at the woman. The woman dressed up in the driver outfit looked rather plain. Short blonde hair, thin, one could mistake her for a 'him' if she dressed up right. "You have a personal driver?" Charlotte asked, confused.



"Technically yes, I could have her drive me to work every day, but I'm not about to leave a woman in a car for eight hours while I do my job." Jeremy casually shrugged. "Come on inside."



Charlotte and Jeremy walked into the house to reveal a large foyer. A large staircase to the right went upstairs, while to the left there was a way downstairs. Ahead of them was the kitchen, while to the left was the living room, and to the right was an exercise room. 

Also right at the entrance was another woman, this woman a bit larger than the driver, and wearing a French maid outfit, although her legs were more revealed underneath the skirt. Upon spotting Jeremy, the maid quickly bowed. "H-hello there master." She then noticed Charlotte. "Who is your...um...who is she?"



Jeremy scratched the side of his gut with a chuckle. "I see you remember the last talk we had when you assumed I brought a friend home. Well," with an open palm tilted upwards towards Charlotte. "This is Charlotte. You will treat her the way you would treat me. This includes if she wants sexual favors as well."



The woman slowly bowed repeatedly at Jeremy and at Charlotte. "Of course, anything you desire shall be granted Charlotte, whatever it may be." The woman backed away as she bowed until she was out of sight.



Jeremy placed his large hairy hand on Charlotte's shoulder. "Well, knowing how little you do things, why not sit on the couch with me? I got a much bigger television than at work, and many more channels, or you know, whatever the fuck you normally like to do when you're home."



Charlotte watched the woman, and then turned to Jeremy, and then back to the woman. She noticed there were pictures along the left wall towards the living room of various women in nude poses, two of which she recognized as women she had just seen moments ago. She noticed there were a lot of pictures, too many for her to add up in her head right away. "Are all of those women your...servants?" Charlotte's curiosity got the better of her. She had to know.



"Do they look like servants?" Jeremy asked with a chuckle.



Charlotte shivered before she answered. While it was fairly warm outside, it was actually quite cold inside, mid 50s, according to the nearby thermostat. "They do. And based on what they said, it sounds like they do a LOT here, including sex. Is this what you want to do with me?" Charlotte wrapped her arms around her body. She could feel her swollen nipples rise from the cold. She figured maybe that was supposed to be the point of why it was as cold as it was.



"The difference between them and you is that you are a guest. They are paid for their work, and they are paid handsomely. Fuck, some of them get free room and board so long as they don't make a damn mess." Jeremy walked into the sunk in living room where there stood a television twice the height of a normal person, and much wider too. "Let me guess, you hate the whole sex aspect. Allow me to ask you a question. What is the big deal about casual sex? STD free, both parties enjoy it, is there really truly any harm for such things?"



Charlotte was quick to respond, if only because she could think of one problem involving her. "It got me pregnant with a baby that isn't my husband's. It's not all fun and games when you're bringing new life into the world. I can't even afford a new baby, much less know how the fuck to explain to Calvin that I'm pregnant when we haven't even been intimate."



"I'm sure it won't be that hard to have sex with him." Jeremy smirked. "He is into feeding and fattening just as much as I am. He loves fat women." He let out a small belch. He reached over to a small table beside the couch, and pulled out what appeared to be a cigarette that he lit up. "And to think I teased him for such things. Well, high school bullies will be high school bullies, teasing kids even for things they themselves like." He took a seat right on the couch, and took off his shoes.



"How do you even know?" Charlotte frowned at Jeremy. She wasn't so eager to get comfortable like he was. She noticed the 'cigarette' that he had also was rolled up, and was incredibly white. She could pick up a smell from the 'cigarette' that told her it was anything but that. It was weed, right in his house, right out in the open.



"Tracking information on his computer of course." Jeremy replied casually. "I can see everything he browses, everything he types. He goes to some 'SBBW' site occasionally. Not that I'm sure what he does on the other side of the screen mind you, but with big naked women, well you can imagine I'm sure. You do live with him after all."



Charlotte couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. She didn't care if Calvin looked at pornography granted, that was something they had agreed on that it wasn't a big deal, but for him to be into large women? She tried to remember long ago when she was...larger, just how much interest he had in her. She remembered how excited he was while she was pregnant for the first time, but that was just because he was excited about having children...wasn't it? "I...it's fine if he's into that...but...this still isn't his child...I know that, you know that, and when it's born, he'll know that."



"And what's he going to do about it?" Jeremy rolled his eyes. "I know him. The guy's a total wimp. Always has been, always will be. I bet if you told him you were having an affair that he wouldn't do a damn fucking thing about it, he'd just be all 'okay' while twitching nervously wondering why he wasn't good enough for you anymore."



Charlotte glared at Jeremy. While she partially wanted to defend her husband, she was hesitant in doing so. It was him that signed away her to working with a perverted man, and not once did Calvin come to help her. Hell, he came up to the office one day and didn't help her out that one time.



"I can tell by your silence I'm not wrong." Jeremy flashed his pristine white teeth at her. "Come on, have a seat, enjoy spending tonight in luxury."



Charlotte's body felt physically exhausted. She didn't even move around that much to begin with! She took a seat on the couch, and let her body sink down into the cushion slightly. While the house was cold, she couldn't quite describe the odor to her own house. That was mainly because her own body odor was so strong to her, that it was almost all of what she smelled all of the time. She almost never used deodorant, showering was just too problematic to deal with, and she could never remove her underwear for long periods at a time, unless it was for sex. The reeky musky smell of her own crotch was almost stronger than her natural body odor, something that nobody around her ever spoke up against, not even Calvin.



"And you just let me know when you get hungry. I'll be sure to take good care of that belly of yours. Far better than you ever could at your home." Jeremy instantly moved himself closer to her when she sat down on the couch, right until his side touched hers.



"No 'if' about it, I notice" Charlotte didn't even turn towards Jeremy. As if on cue, her stomach growled angrily. She did find herself eating much more often at home, especially when she got right home. Now was about that time when she wanted her...she stopped counting how many meals she ate now, she just knew that she ate more. "Just order me the pizza you know I like, and shut up."



With a laugh and a nod, Jeremy ordered Charlotte her favorite pizza, one with all toppings, and a good three of them, along with all of the extra sides she also ate when he ordered the food for her at work.



The remainder of the day was actually uneventful, even at Jeremy's place. Charlotte took the time to look around the immaculate home, and while she saw many lewd photos of women, some of whom she continued to see on occasion just rush right by her in the house, there was nothing in the house that was actually intimidating or frightening. It was just a rich man's home. She couldn't enter his bedroom though, the door was locked tight. Not that she was eager to explore his bedroom with him, but it made her curious what lied on the other side.



As nighttime approached, Charlotte's chubby gut fluttered with butterflies, she knew what Jeremy was going to be asking her soon. She sat on the leather couch watching a late night cooking show. 

That nervous stomach of hers growled hungrily at the sight of all of that food on television. She knew just how much her hunger had increased lately, and how she would eat just about anything remotely edible, even if she had once despised the food before, she would gladly devour it now. She placed her fingers on her stomach, and gently drummed it with a grimace.



Jeremy approached Charlotte from behind. As Charlotte didn't quite keep tabs on him, it was hard to say exactly what he was doing all day. "So, it's approaching midnight. Are you going to sleep in the same bed as me? Or maybe you first need a midnight snack of five pizzas?"



Charlotte's stomach rumbled again at the thought of having those pizzas. She swallowed her own saliva as her eyes stared down at her gut. "I..." she didn't want to always keep caving in to her desires. She knew how...impressive Jeremy's cock was, how much pleasure it gave her, and how satisfying it would be to just eat all of that food. Her body tensed as she finally answered. "I'll be fine on the couch tonight."



"If you really don't want the extra money then." Jeremy casually shrugged, then walked off. While Charlotte didn't look over at Jeremy, Jeremy had two women dressed as French maids that he went to bed with. "There's a blanket underneath the couch if you need it." He called out to Charlotte.



Charlotte mumbled under her breath. She reached under the covers, and she pulled out a soft wool blanket that had a picture of a naked brown anthro wolf. She laid her head down on the armrest of the couch, and kept watching television until her eyelids grew too heavy for her to keep them up. She closed her eyes, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber. She hated to admit it, but even though she slept on a couch, and she had a perverted blanket, it was one of the best sleeps she ever had. She was a little worried about Calvin deep down, but she knew he was a grown adult, he could handle himself.





Charlotte awoke the next morning to find two of Jeremy's servants, and a large breakfast prepared for her. Her stomach growled hungrily, almost painfully. She stared at the sight of so many breakfast foods in front of her, all on a massive metal wheeling table. Eggs, bacon, cereal, fruit, milk, all of it looked fresh. She helped herself to the food without so much as a 'hello' to the servants that had brought the food to her, likely moments ago based on how fresh the food looked, and how hot the hot food was, and cold the milk was.



Jeremy approached Charlotte as she ate with a smile on his face. "And how is my gainer doing this fine morning? Satisfied with the breakfast? Normally such a breakfast would be enough for a buffet for five, but you're taking it all for yourself!"



Charlotte glared angrily at Jeremy while she ate. She was called names, she was told how greedy she was eating, how could she be happy with him? She didn't speak a word though, she just continued to eat while the dildo inside her vagina vibrated wildly, pleasuring her the more she ate.



"I kid." Jeremy said with a deep laugh. "...for the most part. Once you're finished eating however, it's time for work. You may have earned a few thousand dollars for coming home with me, but no woman is going to laze around doing shit all day here." He began to walk away, although before he left the living room, he turned around. "Any time you need some extra cash though, the invitation to come back here is always open."



Charlotte watched Jeremy briefly, then paid more attention back to the food. She scarfed it down quickly, but due to how much food there was, it was a lot to take in. She was normally fed breakfast at work, but she wasn't one to fuss if she were fed it before too. Deep down, she was at odds about what to do. She was...fine with working with Jeremy. There were some aspects she loathed, but it wouldn't be a job if she liked every part of it. She was also impressed with Jeremy's house. He was perverted with plenty of women servants, servants she wasn't eager to socialize with, but it was a very fancy place where she could be kept well fed far better than she could at home. Plus, she didn't have to deal with Calvin.



Calvin... As Charlotte picked up an orange, she squeezed it at the thought of her husband. The orange leaked juice all over her hand. She remembered how she used to love and respect her husband. She once admired him for working so many extra hours to support Ronny. At the end of the day though, he signed her life away to Jeremy. She still cared for her son, but her husband? She wanted to return the favor to him in some way, for signing her life away to turn into the fat, smelly, slightly hairy woman that she was now. She also knew that it was Jeremy doing all of this to her, yet she wasn't nearly as mad at him as she was at Calvin.



With breakfast finished, Jeremy drove Charlotte to the office. As the boss, Jeremy was usually the first one to arrive there. While he would never tell his employees, he normally arrived only 30 minutes or so before the first employee was scheduled to arrive. As Jeremy pulled his car into the parking lot though, there were two other cars already parked there.



Charlotte noticed those two cars parked there. She identified one car as the one the janitor drove, a rundown tiny car, nothing special about it. The other car parked in the parking lot though, was Calvin's own car. Whether Calvin had stayed the entire night, or came in early, Charlotte couldn't tell, but she immediately knew that Calvin was there. She knew she should have been nervous, or angry, yet she knew Calvin was often not confrontational. She was genuinely curious as to what exactly brought him in to work so early though, normally he stayed late. He almost never went in early.



Jeremy seemed to notice the car too. "Unusual for him to be so early." He commented as he parked his car in the spot reserved for him. "Oh well, shall we get going?"



Charlotte looked at Jeremy surprisingly. "You're just...going to walk right in? I mean, don't you even wonder why he's here?" Charlotte's own mind was racing. Was Calvin actually going to stand up for himself? Was he going to actually say something to Jeremy? Or maybe he just needed the extra money. Or maybe he stayed all night. Or perhaps, just perhaps, something worse happened. Her fear of it being worse was eased when she saw Calvin at the front doors, but at the same time, it made her more nervous about what Calvin was going to do.



"Fuck if I care. Calvin's not the..." Jeremy paused momentarily. "Actually, he's the silent type that one day you think might snap, but security would have alerted me if he was going to do anything crazy like that." Jeremy grabbed onto Charlotte's wrist. "Let's get going and see what he has to say for ourselves."



Charlotte was hesitant to walk with Jeremy. Deep down, she asked herself why she would feel such way though. She stayed with Jeremy for the money and nothing else. At least, that's what she told herself. She stood up, and walked with Jeremy with an immense blush on her face, and her eyes to the ground.



Calvin watched the pair from the door, his face a grimace, but his lips unmoving, and his hands in his pockets. As Charlotte and Jeremy drew closer, the hands in his pockets clenched, but he couldn't bring his eyes to either Charlotte, or Jeremy. His eyes shot to the ground, just as the couple came within feet of him.



"Calvin, my boy." Jeremy spoke so casually, and happily at that as he unlocked the front doors. "You're here early. Not even my secretary is here yet. What brings you here at this time of day? Hoping to get some more money?"



"N-n-not quite..." Calvin stuttered quietly, his eyes still on the gray sidewalk.



"If you don't fucking speak up Calvin, then I won't know what you want, and neither will your wife." Jeremy opened up the front doors, and walked inside. "You know my office is always open if you want to come see what Charlotte and I are up to." The glass doors slowly closed with Calvin still on the outside, with Jeremy and Charlotte on the inside.



"I-I just wanted to see..." Calvin turned his body towards Jeremy and Charlotte, but he didn't follow. Before he could get the rest of his sentence out, the doors closed on him. He didn't pull his hands out of his pockets to try to even open up the door.



Charlotte kept quiet the entire time. She looked between Jeremy and Calvin as they took turns talking, but not once did she ever make direct eye contact with either. She had no idea what Calvin wanted, and his lack of explanation just made her even more uncertain. She was just left wondering if he cared about her to begin with. At the same time, she felt a little guilty for not saying anything to him. He was her husband after all.

As she approached the elevator with Jeremy, she turned to Calvin briefly. For the first time that morning, the two made direct eye contact. She gave a small wave, and then she left with Jeremy into his office.



The rest of the day at the office was uneventful. Charlotte was weighed, photos of her was taken, vaginal sex was performed, but to Charlotte, this was all just another work day for her. Her reward for the brief moments of sex was basically doing whatever she wanted around the office until Jeremy needed something else. Charlotte would occasionally glance at the door when she swore she heard an elevator ding, but the only things that ever came through Jeremy's office door was the food that Charlotte had requested for lunch, all brought by women in French maid uniforms.



As the day came to a close, Jeremy spoke up to Charlotte. "You're free to come to my house again at any time. Fuck if I remember mentioning that before, but the offer stands every night, a little bump in your pay whenever you do, with more pay if you come into my bedroom."



Charlotte was well aware of the offer. Deep down, she feared the offer coming up again. It was more tempting to her than it should have been. At her home she had a quiet husband, tiny dinners, and maybe three channels worth watching with books from the dollar store. At Jeremy's place, she didn't even have to stand. She got her meals delivered, hundreds of channels, and even internet access if she so needed it. She didn't know Jeremy's book situation, but she imagined a perverted bookshelf filled to the brim with Playboy. "I'll just go to my home tonight." She told Jeremy, and left his office without another word.



Charlotte expected Calvin to act differently around her that day. As she approached him in his office though, she heard nothing. Silently, the two left, went home, and had as quiet of a night as they did so many times before. Calvin was definitely looking over at Charlotte more often, and every time they went in different rooms, he would appear in the room she was in, just looking as if he was just passing by or grabbing something, but Calvin was a terrible liar. Charlotte knew he wanted to say something. She knew that he wanted to do something. Yet even in the safety of their own home, nothing out of the ordinary took place. Charlotte hated it. Sure, their house was warmer than Jeremy's, but the food was poor, the atmosphere was worse, and there was so little interesting things to do. By the time she had to go to bed, she fell asleep next to Calvin without a word, and without a shower. She had lingering body odor on her, but she had lost the ability to care about it over the few days. Jeremy said nothing about it, and neither did Calvin.



Time went by with the same routine as always. Charlotte went to work, she got weighed, occasionally there was a sexual favor involved or two, and then she either went home with Jeremy, or with Calvin. Jeremy was always excited when Charlotte took his offer home, and Calvin was always quiet, regardless of her choice. She didn't once ask how Calvin felt about it, but whenever she went home with Calvin, there were always quiet glances exchanged between the couple. Charlotte's belly grew over the days as well, not just with fat, but with a growing child inside of her as well. With her being less concerned about her body, and the drugs far more prominent in her system, she grew armpit hair, leg hair, and a wilder bush between her legs, with swollen tits that could no longer fit any bra she owned, along with reddening nipples that leaked occasionally. Calvin and Charlotte's bank account was steadily growing, yet even with more money, Charlotte took Jeremy's offer to go home with him for a bonus more and more, not just for the money, but for the treatment at his place. 

Yet the one thing she hadn't seen over the few months she came to his place every few nights was his own bedroom.



One night, Charlotte sat on Jeremy's couch with her feet up and clothes off. The longer she had stayed at his place, the hotter it felt, plus Jeremy said he would love it anyways, and as much as Charlotte detested the man, a small increase in pay didn't hurt. By now, her belly was quite taut, a few months in with a baby. She couldn't deny it any longer. She also had just pure fat on her. Jeremy had weighed her every single day she came in to work and he documented it, noting how she had gained a few pounds every week, which was really showing off with the rolls of fat on her body. She had hairs on her legs, and bristles underneath her armpits. Her hair was a mess, and she looked pale without any makeup on. Deep down she was depressed, and the hunger helped sate her needs, as did sex with Jeremy. Not once during the few months did she ever have sex with Calvin. It's not that she would refuse such an offer if asked, it was that he was never upfront about it, although she noticed him with many more erections around her as she was putting on weight. She never listened to exactly how fat she was when Jeremy mentioned it, but she knew she was approaching 300 pounds.



Jeremy approached Charlotte with a smirk on his face. "So, where are you sleeping tonight? Out in the living room again I take it?" he asked with his arms crossed over his chubby belly. One of his servants, wearing the all too familiar French maid uniforms, was behind him, stroking his back sensually.



Charlotte turned to Jeremy slowly. She noticed the servant behind him, Flora as she was named, though Jeremy encouraged Charlotte never to call them by their actual names. She had learned just how much of a womanizer Jeremy was at home, and while it wasn't so bad at work, it was hard to escape from at his place. "You're going to just keep asking me until I say yes, aren't you?" she asked with a defeated sigh. She knew she was going to have to accept it sooner or later. Not just because she was beginning to know Jeremy, but also because she was also getting hornier more frequently, and where Calvin could not satisfy her, Jeremy could.



"You can always say no." Jeremy smirked. "What do you think I'll do? Fuck, if I wanted to force you to do something, you know it wouldn't be very hard, I just know you wouldn't like it. I think you would like my bedroom though."



Charlotte stared at Jeremy with a frown. She felt her heart throb with fear and lust. Over the past days, it became harder to control herself too. She looked down between Jeremy's legs at his black pants, then she stood up slowly. "Fine, let's go."



With a chuckle, Jeremy dismissed Flora. He then escorted Charlotte up the stairs, and to the one room she had yet to enter. Jeremy pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and walked inside. "Step into my parlor."  He spoke with a constant grin on his face.



The moment the door opened, Charlotte was hit with the scent of weed, and cum, the two scents that she knew would best describe Jeremy. The scents were strong, stronger than her body odor. She wished she could say she was expecting different from him. Without a single word, she took a look inside the bedroom.



The bedroom itself was twice the size of her normal bedroom. There was a massive bed in the center, one that looked incredibly soft with dark blue sheets, and multiple pillows. The bed was big enough for at least five people. There were two lights overhead, as well as a clear dresser filled to the brim with various sex toys, and a bookcase with more pornography. There was also a computer, and on it was a fetish website, a website dedicated to 'feeding and growing.' On the very front page of that website was Charlotte in one of her many naked poses.



Charlotte stared wide eyed at the computer, and then herself in the image. She noticed that the image itself changed to another one of her other poses. Below the image, she could make out the text that displayed her weight, and how it grew over the days. She knew she had asked him earlier about her pictures being uploaded onto a website, and now, as she stared at the screen, she asked aloud, her eyes still on the computer screen. "What the fuck is that?"



Jeremy turned his head to the computer casually, then back to Charlotte. "Just a little side business of mine. You're quite popular on that site. All of the weight you've gained over time, all of the sex acts and poses you've performed, fuck even some of your very words turn on the crowd in ways you couldn't even imagine."



Charlotte couldn't believe the computer screen. She wasn't surprised at his bedroom, but she was absolutely speechless that Jeremy, not only owned a website that had pornography, but that she was practically the front cover! "Buy now and watch her fatten up for...$15.99?" she said aloud as she noticed the text underneath her picture. She knew she had asked the question about him making a website before, but he didn't answer it very clearly.



"I was going to save this for later..." Jeremy casually looked over at the computer. He grabbed a slip of paper, and handed it over to Charlotte, a check. "Over the past few months, I've been making quite a bit of money off of you. Now, normally I would not give a flying fuck about your feelings, and tell you that any attempt to sue me would be futile, but in this case? Just call me generous for offering you ten percent of all sales made exclusively thanks to your body."



Charlotte grabbed the check without even looking down at the amount. Her eyes continued to stare at the screen. She was unsure about how to react. She felt enraged, yet at the same time, not surprised that Jeremy would even set something up like what he just did. While Jeremy likely had no jurisdiction over the internet, she knew that trying to get a website shut down would be futile had she tried, plus it wouldn't stop whatever photos of her were already being leaked and used by other people for their...deeds. The thoughts of people masturbating to her weight gain, it made her feel sick to her enlarged stomach. Then, she looked down at the check, and just how much money ten percent was.

Her eyes grew wide quickly. "I think you added a few too many zeroes to this."



"I don't make mistake, Charlotte." Jeremy spoke with a serious expression on his face. "You're free to say no to it."



Charlotte looked back down at the check, and then at Jeremy. She knew that accepting this check would indicate she was fine with everything Jeremy was doing. Then again, she was already getting paid for doing such perverted acts, and by this point, she has been doing so for months on end, she could only imagine how much of her was on the internet. She was silent as she stared down at the paper. Thirty thousand dollars written on it, enough to pay for so many of her problems, of Ronny's problems, of Calvin's problems. She had already been getting thousands of dollars too, not that she was sharing it with Calvin. "I...guess I can accept this...thank you."



"Of course." Jeremy's serious expression changed in a flash. "Now then, since you're already here in the bedroom with me, why don't I show you how much more fun it can be here than in the office?"



Charlotte wasn't one to normally just jump at such an offer right away, but her body needed the sexual relief. She took a deep breath, and just slowly nodded. "Fine." She set the check aside, and closed the bedroom door behind her with her bare foot.



That night, Charlotte had yet another round of sex with Jeremy, right in his bedroom. Jeremy's bed felt much more comfortable than anything at the office, but it barely made Charlotte feel better. The more she learned about him, the less she wanted to know. What made it so much worse was her growing apathy towards it all. It boiled down to Jeremy pleasured her, Calvin didn't. Jeremy provided, Calvin didn't. Jeremy gave her so many things that Calvin couldn't do. She was concerned about Ronny, but as for Calvin...



Once the sex was over, and Charlotte laid underneath the sheets with a big bulky hairy arm of Jeremy's around her heavy chest, she laid on her side, and looked down at her hand. She looked at her wedding ring, a ring with a very tiny diamond on it. She had paid so little attention to it. Since she had been with Jeremy, there were times when she forgot its very existence. 

It reminded her of who she was married to, but at the same time, just how unhappy her marriage was. At the same time, the ring also helped her remember Christmases, birthdays, so many multiple life events that made her, Calvin, and Ronny so thrilled. 

Now the most she had to come home to was a silent house, a shower she couldn't even use effectively thanks to her special underwear, and time in bed spent where she needed sexual relief, but Calvin never even bothered to ask her to provide.

With a quiet sigh, Charlotte closed her eyes, and fell asleep wrapped in Jeremys arms.



The next morning went like any other morning that Charlotte stayed at Jeremy's place. Charlotte woke up, she had a massive breakfast, and then she went with Jeremy to the office, and her day was spent in his office, just like so many other days. 

It was all routine to Charlotte. She knew she was getting enough money to take care of herself, but she knew better than to try to flee a man who practically owned the city she lived in, and with the contract that she never looked at, she had no idea just how much trouble she'd get into if she tried to flee. There was also another problem with her fleeing; she was actually growing to like Jeremy's cock.



The day ended like it did so many others. Charlotte had a choice of who to go home with once more, and she went home with Calvin. Unfortunately for Charlotte, the night was as quiet as any other. Charlotte was getting more glances from Calvin at home, but he never confronted her about anything, or asked her about her weight, or her obviously pregnant belly despite the lack of sex the two had been having.



Calvin had kept largely quiet. As he looked at Charlotte's expanding, fattening body, a clear half erection formed his pants at the sight of her, but at the same time, something was keeping it from getting fully erect. Something else seemed to be keeping him from asking her about sex, or to see her naked body, something in truth, he had seen less and less of, and not just because she didn't come home with him some days either.

That night in bed, as Calvin and Charlotte laid silently watching television, he took a deep breath, and then spoke up. "Charlotte...I...you know I love you, right?"



Charlotte was quiet as she stared at the antennae television in her pajamas. It wasn't that she didn't hear Calvin, it was that she wasn't sure how to respond. He was so quiet, far more quiet than normal when the two were together. "Calvin...if it's something you need to say, then please just say it." Charlotte spoke with a slightly frustrated tone. She shifted her body, and squeezed her thighs together. Her vagina just felt so needy, and a little itchy with all of the pubic hair that had been growing so unkempt near those nether lips.



"I just...I don't know what Jeremy is doing to you..." Calvin started. He spoke with a stutter, and a clear sweat on his forehead. "But you do what you need to do to get by, okay? I'll...I'll approve of whatever you decide to do."



What's THAT supposed to mean? Charlotte thought to herself. She wondered, did Calvin want her to fight her own battles with Jeremy? Or maybe Calvin was suggesting she do something else, something more dramatic. She glanced down at her wedding ring, and then Calvin's own. With a glance up to Calvin's eyes, she nodded. "I know. There's no need to worry about me." She said with a sincere look in her face. She turned the television off, covered herself up in the thin sheets, and closed her eyes. Because I already learned, I can't fucking depend on you to do anything to help me anyway. She thought, just as she slowly drifted off to sleep.







As the routine continued, Charlotte found herself going home with Jeremy more than she did with Calvin. Over the days, Charlotte didn't find herself hating Calvin as much as she did earlier when he first signed a contract for her, but she found herself growing more apathetic towards him. Her body grew chubbier from both fat, and the growing baby inside of her. 250 pounds one week, then 260 the next. Jeremy jokingly had promised a party for her when she hit the big '300.' 



Charlotte's nipples were constantly prominent too, leaking drips of milk just by squeezing her tits. Charlotte hadn't worn any bras recently, and she found that wearing them just made her leak through them with her red protruding nipples.

She had as much armpit hair as most men have too, as well as pubic hair, even hair growing beside her asshole. Due to her never bathing or caring for her body, her body odor was as strong as ever, not that anyone ever said anything about it to her. Charlotte did have to get some new clothes, but with the amount of money Jeremy was paying her, it was easily affordable.

Not once did she inform Calvin of just how much money she was making.



One day in the office, Charlotte was on her laptop. She had found herself browsing more pornography sites than usual, just casually looking through both men, and women.



Jeremy was on his computer as well. "How long has it been?" Jeremy asked. "Since we've been doing this?"



"Five or six months." Charlotte replied with a grimace on her face. It wasn't to say that she hated what was going on. She had grown to tolerate it, even almost like how Jeremy treated her. That didn't mean she was going to be open about it though.



"And has Calvin said anything to you? About your weight? About your lack of interest in him?"



Charlotte sighed. "Why are you asking me this now? No, he hasn't said anything, or done anything." Over the months, Charlotte wondered off and on just how much Calvin truly loved her. He never spoke up about her situation, nor did he offer much at home besides an occasional question of how she was doing.



Jeremy chuckled. He didn't even glance over at Charlotte. "You've been staying at my place more often is all. You slept with me all week last week, and now I'm curious. What is it that keeps you from leaving Calvin?"



Charlotte wanted to feel insulted. She wanted to slap Jeremy for daring to ask such a question.

Yet she couldn't find it in herself to do such things. It felt like a legitimate question. What IS keeping me with Calvin? She thought to herself. The marriage over the last few months have been anything but happy, and while the memories before were treasured, they were only memories. Memories that she doubted she would be making many more of.



"You can't think of a good reason, can you?" Jeremy smirked at Charlotte.



Charlotte clenched her hands into fists. "So what if I can't? What does it matter?" There was one thing that kept her from leaving, one thing that kept her staying. "I'm doing this for Ronny." It was one thing that kept her from running away, even with the amount of money that Jeremy was paying her. Charlotte's own son was what kept her around, and it helped keep her with Calvin.



"What if I told you that your health insurance is cheating you out of better healthcare for Ronny?" Jeremy asked, casually. "I mean, do you really think I provide the BEST health insurance for my employees and their families?"



"I'd say I'm surprised, but I'd be lying." Charlotte replied with a roll of her eyes. "What does that have to do with me leaving Calvin?"



Jeremy put his arms over his chubby belly. "I'm going to change how the health plan for my employees next month. The plan will provide better access to insurance at a much cheaper rate. However, this health insurance does not apply to married couples. It will only apply to singles, or divorced." Jeremy smirked. "And of course their children."



Charlotte went quiet. Over the months she was with Jeremy, she had learned about him. He wasn't just a womanizer, he made sure he had the cards in his hands too. She knew that Jeremy was aware that she care about Ronny, and what better way to help Ronny than to leave Calvin? If Charlotte cared more about Ronny than she did Calvin, then she would leave Calvin, otherwise Ronny would still get the same treatment he was always getting, expensive treatment that came out of Calvin's and Charlotte's pockets, all ineffective when there was better treatment out there, but they couldn't afford it. Such was the way of living in the United States at many times.



"Of course," Jeremy continued. "You don't HAVE to leave Calvin. The fact that he's stuck around for so long when you're obviously pregnant with a child that isn't his says quite a bit about his character," He smirked wickedly. "And how he does absolutely nothing about it in retaliation."



"Now you're just pointing out the obvious." Charlotte mumbled. As much as she hated it, it was true. Calvin did nothing to defend her, or to help her. It was as if he had just...accepted everything that was going on, that he didn't confront her, nor Jeremy. It made her want to ask Calvin if he even loved her anymore, but she knew that he would say yes. What she didn't know was if that 'yes' would have meant anything. Actions spoke louder than words, and Calvin's lack of actions told her a lot about him.



Before the two could continue, the clock chimed that it was quitting time, and Jeremy leaned back in his chair. "Well, you're more than free to talk with him about it tonight. Maybe mention the healthcare change. Who knows, maybe he'll come up with the idea for you two to divorce."



Charlotte said nothing in response to Jeremy's comment. She stood up, and just walked out of his office with a look of rage on her face. He's not going to do THAT. She thought to herself. She went down to Calvin's office, opened up his door, and with that look of rage on her face, she simply spoke two words. "Let's go."





Like so many other nights before, the night with Calvin and Charlotte was largely a quiet one. Charlotte ate triple the amount of food she normally ate, all with a look of apathy. She noticed something in particular about tonight at home. The amount of food stocked in their house was greater than it normally was, and much of the food wasn't the store brand food either, it was a different brand, a more expensive brand. Not that the taste truly mattered to her. She looked like a large slob, and smelled much like it too, and she would eat just about anything edible.



Once Charlotte finished eating her large helping in the kitchen, paying no attention to WHAT she ate, just that it was food, she came out to Calvin. "Calvin, what's with the food?" she asked her husband, whom was sitting on the couch.



"I uh..." Calvin turned his attention to Charlotte. It must have been the first time they had talked in quite some time, at least in a conversation he remembered. "My paychecks have grown in size a bit. Not really an amount worth mentioning, but it's been enough to get some of the house repairs, and try out some more food, and snacks. I was going to mention it to you the next time you decided to come home with me, but you haven't come home with me for a good month."



"You couldn't tell me in some other way?" Charlotte asked with a grimace.



Calvin took a deep breath. "We don't have cell phones Charlotte, and it's hard to get into Jeremy's office without an invitation, even if he SAYS anyone can go in there at any time, it's not that simple."



Charlotte wanted to ask Calvin so many questions. Had he ever put forth the attempt to contact her in any way? If so, why wouldn't he tell her on any of the other nights she had come home with him? It was true that she had spent less time coming home with him more and more, but he had never said anything about trying to say anything to her. "Well, anything ELSE you need to tell me?"



Calvin looked down at Charlotte's bare feet, one of the few things that hadn't changed about her body. He rubbed his arm with a nervous twitch. "I got a letter about my employee healthcare plan recently. They're...they're going to reduce how much money they're giving married couples, but singles are going to get better healthcare."



Charlotte looked past Calvin. She could tell he was afraid. While Jeremy mentioned to her that singles were getting better healthcare, he didn't tell her that married couples were going to get worse. "But...you're making more money, aren't you? Isn't that enough to cover the additional cost?"



Calvin's arm gripped his shoulder, and he shook his head. "No, I've done the math. Unless you're making significantly more money than I am, then what we're making now isn't going to cover the costs." he slowly raised his eyes to meet Charlotte's.



Charlotte felt unsure about telling Calvin how much money she was making. I just have to tell him how many thousands I've been getting for staying with Jeremy. That should be plenty to cover the costs! Yet, she couldn't bring herself to tell him just how much money she had been making over the last few months. Her lips quivered as her mind went back and forth about telling him her own income. "No..." she responded, quietly.



"So...that's it then." Calvin replied, just as quietly. His eyes looked away from Charlotte's own. "We either get a divorce, or we can't afford Ronny's healthcare at all."



Those are really the only two options you're going to look at, aren't you? Charlotte continued to think to herself. Then again, she couldn't think of other options. The first idea that popped into her head was another job, but Jeremy controlled the town. She had heard him make calls about people to the police with her own ears. Fleeing was out of the question, a new job was out of the question, what choice was there? Yet, deep down, Charlotte couldn't bring it to herself to be sad about a divorce between her and Calvin. The two had become distant, so much so that Charlotte wasn't willing to share her extra income with Calvin. "It appears so. Let's do this, not for us, but for Ronny."



Calvin swallowed. His neck twitched his head a few times to the side, but he eventually nodded. "Y-yeah...f-for Ronny."



That night at home was quieter than most other nights for the couple. Charlotte felt a few gentle kicks in her belly. She knew she should go to the doctor to get her slowly growing baby examined, but she was afraid for both her, and the child within her. It was a bastard child, not that it was the child's fault in any means, but it was a baby that was not of Calvin's own.





The next morning went just as routine as any other. Charlotte didn't change out of her clothes from yesterday. In truth, she had almost rarely paid attention to what she wore over the last few months, just that it was clothing and it kept her covered, it didn't matter what kind of clothing it was, or whether it was dirty or clean, just that it was clothes of some sort. It was hard to find clothes that fit with her growing body, but she just let the extra fat show, including her belly button with a treasure trove of pubic hair.

Charlotte ate a large breakfast at home, and while not quite as fancy as the food Jeremy gave her, satisfied her enough before she left for work with Calvin. Once the couple arrived at work, the two went about their own ways. Calvin went to his office, and Charlotte went to Jeremy's office.



Jeremy's office was largely the same, but instead of just Jeremy behind his desk, there was also two men in business suits. Both carried a briefcase, and in front of Jeremy was what looked like a large contract. "Wonderful to see you've returned Charlotte. Come, let's have a chat before we begin the day."



"What's all of this?" Charlotte looked at the men, and then the contract with dark circles underneath her eyes. She stepped in front of the desk to get a better look at the first page, but the words were written extremely small.



"It's a divorce contract." Jeremy explained, with a casual scratch of his hairy belly. "I thought I'd be nice and help...speed up the divorce process for Cavin and yourself. All you have to do is sign the contract, take off your wedding ring, and you're a free woman once more."



Charlotte stared down at the contract. It was simply far too many pages to read through, and the words were so small she could barely read them. "You want me to...sign away my marriage?" she remembered how her own life was changed when Calvin signed away her freedom to Jeremy. Now it was her chance to sign her freedom back into her own hands, a free woman, free of Calvin. She was still stuck at the job, but she wouldn't have Calvin to worry about. "What about Ronny?"



"You should be well aware that he gets better healthcare once you and Calvin are divorced." Jeremy said with a nod and a grin. "Why, he might get well enough to live with one of you, though I leave it your choice to decide who he would live with if that's the case, including visiting rights, all that complex shit." Jeremy waved a hand dismissively. "Hate kids myself."



"Here I'd imagine you'd have more children than a rabbit with the things I hear going on in your bedroom regularly." Charlotte muttered under her breath.



"You'd be surprised what kind of medications for both men AND women can prevent birth control." Jeremy leaned back in his chair, and put his hands behind his head. "I just...forgot to take the medication when I slept with you the first time is all."



That huge grin on your face tells me otherwise. Charlotte thought to herself. She looked down at the contract, and then back up at Jeremy. "How do I know that all this contract is going to do is do the divorce? This is a LOT of words for just for that one thing."



Jeremy let out a sharp gasp. He held his fingers to the bottom of his lip, and looked shocked. "I'm surprised at you Charlotte! What makes you think I would ever lie to you?"



"...you want a list?" Charlotte muttered. Charlotte tried to recall all of the time she spent with Jeremy, and while it was true he would often say things worded strangely, technically he never told a lie, but he often did his best to avoid the truth. "Will this contract just divorce me, and nothing else?"



"It will separate you and Calvin, nothing else." Jeremy replied, calmly and firmly. "I even have two lawyers to back me up, and you know they never lie." Jeremy took out a black pen, and offered it to Charlotte. "Think of the potential freedom. You make enough money to live on your own in a much better place, granted it would be much easier to live with me. You know I treat you like a queen, and would continue to do so."



Charlotte took the pen quietly. She trusted lawyers less than she trusted Jeremy. Her life felt as if it had gone on a downwards spiral ever since she started working for Jeremy, and while the pay benefits were good, the effects on her health were not. She was apathetic about caring for her body now, she was pregnant with a child that wasn't Calvin's, and while Calvin never said anything, she could tell from the look in his eyes that he knew something was up. Yet, at the same time, Calvin was doing little to aid her. She was on her own. Had she signed this contract, she would truly be on her own. She had little in her home to even go back to, Calvin had collectables, but she wasn't into that sort of thing, she just had clothes, clothes that were largely ill fitting on her thanks to her new fattening body.

With a deep breath, and not a single word, Charlotte signed the papers, and took off her wedding ring.



The rest of the day went on as normal, although Charlotte felt a sense of relief. She no longer had to be concerned about Calvin, or the things that went on with his life. She was free to do what she wanted. As uncomfortable as it felt at first, Jeremy helped her out over the coming days.



Charlotte got a car of her own, a new car thanks to the money she was making. She still slept at Jeremy's place, but she was treated much better. She was even allowed to remove those same panties that she had been cursed to wear for so long, although when she heard the news, she took off her panties and had a feeling of emptiness inside of her now constantly gaping cunt. She had the feelings of always needing it filled, which Jeremy was all too happy to aid her with. She was depressed at first, but she found herself happiest when she was getting fucked, or when she was eating, as the panties had mentally conditioned her to be aroused at eating food, and not even wearing those panties, she was still aroused at the smell and taste.



As time passed, Charlotte cared less and less for Calvin, but her feelings didn't change for Ronny. She visited him at least once a month in the hospital, and with the new healthcare, he was getting healthier and healthier. Charlotte and Calvin were never in the same room together though, but through word of mouth through Ronny, she learned that Calvin was getting more money too, and thanks to Ronny's improving health, he could go back to school within the year, under Calvin's care, but thanks to Jeremy's lawyers, Charlotte could see him whenever she wanted, wherever she wanted.



Charlotte eventually found herself getting a new job of sorts, not at the office, but at Jeremy's home to care for her newborn baby. Her stomach was still fat, her body was still hairy, but she didn't care. Part of her wanted to accuse the medication that Jeremy likely kept drugging her with, as when Jeremy mentioned that she was on multiple porn sites, she was apathetic about it. While she never married Jeremy, she would live with him, and often the two would fuck when Charlotte felt needy, which thanks to the panties, was quite often.