Worth her weight in debt - (WG, Mind control, IQ, more?)

[Matt L.]

Exceptionally enjoyable! I look forward to see how Pam's hubby reacts to her blossoming figure and mental changes.

Cheers, Matt

[Junketh71]

This was very good. Thanks for updating.

[audipwr87]

Thank you for the kind comments you guys! It keeps driving me to add more. It'll be a few days before i will post another chapter. Thanksgiving and all. Haha

[tbt]

I am absolutely loving this story.

[MsJumper]

Simply delicious thus far!

[audipwr87]

***CHAPTER ELEVEN***

The ride home from Mr. Fisks mansion was a roller coaster of emotions. One minute Pamela would be happily filling her ever growing tummy with cheesy, meaty and greasy breakfast burritos. The next she would be sobbing, worried about what Jim would think about her newly aquired poundage and her love for gluttony.

She had completely ripped through her old yoga pants that she loved so dearly from the previous nights activities. A thought that equally excited her yet also terrified her just the same... And the second issue... how tight the new size fourteen yoga pants were already...

She had only been a size six, sometimes even a size four at the beginning of this whole mess. Who knows what size she would end up at...

Not to mention she was still wearing the original red top due to Mr. Fisk demanding it for the ride home to highlight her form. If it could talk, it'd be screaming at the top of it's lungs waiting to be put out of it's misery. The bottom hem rested atop her highly bloated belly. Whenever she pulled it down, it would just simply slide back up at the smallest of movements...

"Did I really have to wear this fuckin top Mr. Fisk? It's like, waaaay too small on me now and my belly looks tooootally gross!" She said poking her belly while also trying to slide the lower hem back over her middle.

"Well of course you have to. Personally I think it looks very sexy on your new chubbier body. It really accentuates your new lovely addition." He said giving her belly a squeeze.

A shiver ran down her spine. She absolutely hated having her belly on display, but the idea of other people seeing it excited her yet terrified her just the same.

She didn't even want to mention anything about what had transpired the night before between her and Mr. Fisk... the amazing electricity she had felt from being touched in such a manner while she ate. Jim would never forgive her... Even in her current predicament.

"Like, what should I do Mr. Fisk? Jim will totally divorce me if he like finds out what we did last night..."

She continued to wolf down the breakfast burritos that Mr. Fisk had surprised her with. Twenty of them to be exact. She was on number twelve...

He patted her on her pudgy thigh. "Relax Pamela my dear... he will never ever find out about that."

She nodded reflexively still not feeling comfortable about it. "Shit... he may even divorce me just due to how big my fat ass is gettin..." She took another healthy bite of her burrito.

She felt an almost electric shock of lust at that last thought. Being too fat for her own husband... She just had to eat more!! She unwrapped another burrito and ate half of it in one bite. Her sense of embarrassment seemed to fuel her hunger and quicky extinguish any worries that arose... nearly...

The thing is... the pleasure she felt from the night before was absolutely unmatched. She had never felt anything quite like that before. She wanted to feel that kind of pleasure again and she wasn't so sure if she could abstain from doing it again... Especially if food was involved.

There was another feeling that she was experiencing. A feeling of dread. Should she hide her new gluttonous side from her husband or just let it fly? And could she even control it? She was just hoping that whatever happened he'd still love her...

She didn't exactly have a choice anyways. The food did the thinking for her...

They had arrived at her and Jim's house. Jim was waiting outside for her holding a dozen red roses and a rather large box of chocolates.

The car came to a complete stop, the door opened and Pamela clumsily stumbled out of it. Mr. Fisk wasn't far behind.

Jim was utterly shocked at how much weight she had gained in only a day...

She approached him with a grease stained paper sack full of the remaining burritos and a half eaten one in her other hand.

"Like hey babe! I see you got me some chocolates and roses... how totally sweet of you!"

She practically ignored the roses and went straight for the chocolates quickly tearing open the packaging and digging in. She pecked Jim on the cheek and started slowly walking towards the house. "I'm fuckin starving! What do we have to eat?" She said due to her programming even though she still had enough burritos in her bag to feed five normal people let alone one...

Jim watched her approach the house. Her ass jiggled with each step. She had a very exaggerated cottage cheese filled bubble butt now. It certainly looked like she spent most of her time on it now which wasn't a lie.

Mr. Fisk wasn't far behind her. Jim approached him with seething blinding rage. He grabbed Mr. Fisk by the shirt collar. "What the fuck did you do to her you psycho?"

Mr. Fisk stuck his hands out pushing Jim away. He spoke with a very calm manor that was unsettling. "Are you forgetting your place Mr. Crawford?"

Jim's eyes immediately showed regret and he quickly became apologetic. "I'm so sorry Mr. Fisk!! I don't know what came over me..."

Mr. Fisk had a plan formulating in his mind. It's something he had been thinking about for awhile but his temper took control. "Just for that, I'm going to hang onto your dear Pamela a bit longer this next time around. How about we say three days instead of the standard one?"

Jim's eyes nearly doubled in size. "No you can't do that!!!" He started shivering from fear.

"I can do whatever I want my dear Jim... Consider yourself lucky."

"Now as for what I did to her... let's just say I gave her a "better perspective" on what her life is going to be like from now on and how it should be."

Jim's rage was increasing again. "You brainwashed her..."

Mr. Fisk shrugged. "Perhaps... but I still have so much in store for our dear little piggy so be ready."

"Well whatever... fuck... here's ten thousand dollars for you..." Jim said forcing the money into Mr. Fisk's hand.

"Oh you just keep surprising me with more money... how did you acquire this cash?"

"I have my ways... that and a lucky streak at the casino helped too..." Jim explained.

What he didn't mention is that he had also taken out a loan through a legitimate company. It was risky but if he kept up on it, he wouldn't have to worry about losing his house or his car... As long as he kept winning at the casino...

He just wanted his dear Pamela back before too much irreparable damage had been done...

"Well if you will excuse me... I have more business to attend to..." Mr. Fisk turned and walked back towards his car.

Jim was about to turn back around to his house to join his wife but Mr. Fisk decided to mention one more thing.

"Look I know I basically gave you an impossible task so I'm going to loosen up on the guidelines. You must hold onto your house, however you can sell a couple of your vehicles to me and I'll cut your debt down to let's say... one hundred and fifty thousand? That'll make it a bit more manageable won't it?" He said smirking.

Jim held his head low... Mr. Fisk knew him all too well... Mr. Fisk had him in a very tough situation. He would never be able to gather that kind of money all by himself.

"Well which vehicles do you want?"

Mr. Fisk feigned deep thought. "How about your Mercedes AMG Black series and your... classic 1970 Chevelle SS?"

"But that was my dream car growing up and... Pamela loves that car..." that would leave him with his Mercedes G Wagen.

"I know... but without that car... no deal..."

Jim threw his hands up in anger and frustration. " Fine... FINE... You have a deal..."

Mr. Fisk smiled. "Fantastic! I'll have some of my men by later today to collect the vehicles... congratulations, you're one hundred and fifty thousand away from getting your wife back!"

Jim just kicked a couple pebbles angrily. "Great, grand... wonderful!!"...

"I'll be seeing you and your wonderful wife in four days... enjoy your time with her Jim..."

With that he entered his limousine and headed off down the road.

[badcompany8888]

I've been waiting for the time to come where Fisk hangs onto Pamela for more than a day! Still super hyped about this story!

[Junketh71]

Thank you for the new update. Very much appreciated!

[Matt L.]

Sensational chapter, you have a nice handle on the characters and the pace adds to the enjoyment,

Bravo!

Cheers, Matt

[audipwr87]

***CHAPTER TWELVE***

Jim dejectedly walked back in through the front door. He heard that the rather large seventy five inch flatscreen was on. He entered into the living room and was treated to the sight of his wife finishing up the remainder of her burritos. She was sprawled out on the couch licking the grease off of the wrappers while also watching the cooking channel.

On the tv some bleach and spike haired douchebag was trying out fattening foods from various hole in the wall restaurants.

Jim walked into the room the rest of the way not once removing his eyes from where his wife laid. She looked wide eyed at the screen while sensually rubbing her bare soft belly. A small amount of drool had formed at one side of her mouth.

"Are you okay Pamela?..."

But there was no response. She just kept staring at the tv screen.

"PAMELA!"

She shook her head and looked over towards her husband. She continued rubbing her belly. A finger dancing around the rim of her deepening belly button. "Mmm yes my totally dreamy husband?"

"Are you okay?"

She had to try and fight her new personality...

"Mmm yeah I'm totally great my love." Pamela said checking him out.

Her belly let out an angry growl.

"Umm except do we like have anything good to eat round here?"

Jim was trying to keep his composure. Pamela looked like a long lost much fatter twin sister when compared to how she used to be. Now she was buried under sixty pounds of extra flab. And it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest...

Even through the daze that Pamela was in, she could still tell that Jim was shocked at what was currently happening.

"Come on Pamela! Think... think!! What would your old self do in this situation?" She asked herself.

"Umm... I mean... how about we go out on a date like the old days? Maybe like, go catch a movie and dinner at a fancy restaurant afterwards?"

"Yeah that was it... that sounded more like her old self... didn't it?" She asked herself again.

Jim smiled. "Yeah that sounds great!" He said sounding legitimately excited. "But we're definitely going to have to get you a new **ahem** outfit if we're going out!"

Pamela looked down at her current outfit and quickly agreed.

They went out to the local shops. Pamela had donned one of Jim's larger jackets to conceal her Ill fitting garments til she could find something more appropriate.

They had spent the better part of three hours looking through alot of different outfits at the local boutique and also getting her hair styled. Pamela had settled on a white knee length A-line skirt that showed just enough of her thicker legs to be enticing and a dressy black blouse that tastefully highlighted her healthy cleavage but also hid her "problem areas".

Even with such a conservative outfit, Pamela still felt quite self conscious. "Are you sure I should be wearing somethin like this? I feel like this is something I would've tooootally worn in my skinnier days but now?"

"Oh cmon you look amazing!" Jim said believing it one hundred percent.

She had gotten her beautiful brunette hair trimmed and styled in a simple loose curl hair style. Her brunette locks dancing down til it reached the middle of her fleshy back.

Her beautiful but slightly softer and rounder face was done up in a very light amount of makeup just to simply play on her already attractive face.

Jim truthfully couldn't believe how beautiful she was. It almost made him forget about their present situation.

Until they reached the movie theater...

They had settled on a psychological thriller that Pamela had showed interest in long ago when she saw the trailer.

Pamela was trying to fight her cravings. She was trying to fight her new persona...

She saw people loaded down with boxes of candy, Icees, nachos...

Her stomach growled loudly.

"I can do this! My stomach is not the boss of me!!" She chanted to herself.

But all it took was one swing of the doors leading inside. She was hit with the rich buttery smell of the fresh popcorn.

She immediately left Jim's side and entered the theater.

Pamela made a bee-line for the candy counter leaving Jim at the ticket counter to finish up paying for the tickets.

She approached one of the registers licking her lips.

"How may I help you?" The theater worker kindly asked.

Pamela almost felt like she was going to black out...

"Just get a bottled water Pamela! Get a hold of yourself girl!" She told herself.

"I'll have a large bottled water..."

"Good... good girl!" She told herself.

"And a large coke icee..."

"No damnit!!" She yelled to herself.

"And four boxes of mini Heath bars..."

"Oh fuck..."

She was becoming excited...

"And a large popcorn with TONS of butter and TONS of salt..."

She started nonchalantly biting her lip whenever the employee looked away.

"And why not a large nacho with extra cheese..."

"Ugh god I'm such a fatass..." she told herself. She felt a stirring down below... She was disgusted with herself yet incredibly turned on...

She wanted to descend further into her gluttonous lifestyle...

But at the same time she wanted to fight it so she wouldn't lose Jim...

By the time Jim had joined her at the concession counter, Pamela had paid for and gathered everything. She looked up at him as he helped her grab the boxes of heath bars and the large bottled water. "Oh shit... sorry I like, didn't even think to get anythin for you..."

Jim dropped the candy and bottled water from his grasp. He was completely shocked... "You mean... this was all for you??"

Pamela rolled her eyes. "Well duh... this growin girls gotta eat..."

Pamela nearly dropped everything from shock as well. Her mouth hung open from a mixture of fear and pure ecstasy. "I...I'm like, sooo sorry! Sometimes I just can't control what I'm doing or what I'm like sayin... I totally feel like I'm losing myself sometimes... and then it's like, I wake up from a dream..."

Jim regained his composure. "It's okay baby. All I wanted was a bottled water and maybe a few pieces of candy and popcorn anyways. Let's go enjoy the movie."

Pamela slightly smiled. "Like that sounds great!"

They walked into the theater and it was early enough to where they had their choice of any seats. They grabbed some seats up towards the back which is where they always liked to sit.

Pamela plopped down into the comfortable reclining seat. Her larger ass sunk down a few inches into the soft padded chair. Jim followed suit.

Pamela didn't waste any time to start munching on her treats easily eating half of the butter soaked popcorn before the movie even began.

She was enjoying the movie quite a bit. However it wasn't because of the deep story line that had drawn her old self in previously. It was due to the explosions and mindless action scenes. All the while she kept shoving popcorn, nachos and everything else down her gullet.

About halfway through the movie, her hand hit the bottom of the greasy bucket. All of the popcorn was gone! She couldn't have eaten all of it... could she have?...

An intense action scene was occuring... she didn't want to miss any of it but at the same time she wanted more popcorn...

Plus she had another itch that she needed to scratch...

"Ummm Jimmy baby... do you like, think you could get us some more popcorn my love? We totally ran out!"

Jim's eyes bulged again. He had only had a couple handfuls but it was much too buttery and salty for him... so he left it for her. He never imagined she'd eat the whole thing by herself...

"Woah really?" He asked.

"Ummm yeah... it's really good popcorn isnt it?" She stated.

"Ummm yeah sure..." he said half heartedly. He gave her a kiss before getting up to get more for her. Her lips felt like they were swimming in the liquid butter. Jim tried to control his revulsion.

After Jim had left, she had the row all to herself. She had noticed Jim's obvious shock and disgust of her eating as much as she did and it excited her.

She looked side to side and noticed nobody was around her. She snuck a butter covered hand up under her skirt and slid her panties to one side. She was absolutely dripping from excitement!

She slid a butter slathered finger into her awaiting slit and gasped from the feeling of butter mixing with her own juices. It felt amazing!

"Ugh this is wrong on so many levels... why am I doing this?!?" She asked herself.

But she found that she couldn't stop...

She quickly licked her fingers. The flavor of her own juices and butter seemed to throw her sex drive into overtime.

She couldn't stop herself no matter what!!

She continued pleasuring herself bringing herself to a near orgasm just before Jim returned to the row they were seated in.

Somehow she was able to get herself under control...

Jim handed her the refilled bucket of popcorn and noticed that she was red in the face and breathing a bit heavily for some reason. He sat down in his seat and immediately caught a familiar scent. The scent of her sweet delectable juices.

He wasn't sure how he'd approach it so he decided to drop it.

She was frustrated. She was so close to cumming before her husband had returned... She needed MORE.

But no... she had to control herself... she couldn't go wild every time she stuffed herself with food...

She had to fight it!

The movie finished about twenty minutes later. The whole time she had been rubbing her bulging thighs together trying to stave off her sexual thoughts.

This meant she kept shoving handful after handful of the freshly filled bucket of popcorn as well.

She finished it off...

Along with eating the last of the candy and nachos and washing it down with her icee.

Pamela and Jim both got up from their respective seats and headed towards the exit.

Pamela was absentmindedly swaying her hips to and fro. She exuded sex. With the added poundage, it was just how she walked now. A very exaggerated sway.

He was completely mesmerized by her thick hips and juicy ass. The skirt held it in nice and tight so it barely shook regardless of how plump she had gotten.

He had always been an ass man. Although another feeling crept in. She was definitely pushing the envelope of what he considered to be sexy... sure he loved round asses but he preferred them to be tight and toned. Not full of gelatinous fat and jiggling with every step like hers...

Not to mention how soft the rest of her body had become... she was a far cry from the gym rat she used to be...

He opened the passenger side door of their suv and let her climb in. The skirt slid up her generous thighs a bit showing a decent amount of cellulite.

The car ride there luckily was a short one since neither one could think of anything to talk about. Both of their minds circled the elephant in the room...

They both made their way to a small italian restaurant that they had loved in the past before they had become so health oriented.

Jim ordered a caesar salad and a grilled New York strip with kale and mashed potatoes.

Pamela's mouth was positively watering. She looked through the menu and ordered a large Margherita pizza and homemade Gnocchi with gorgonzola sauce and a large side of fried calamari doused in garlic butter and capers.

Pamela kept picking at the bread in the center of the table slathering it in butter each time waiting for their meal to arrive.

Jim couldn't hold it in any longer. Curiosity got the better of him... He just had to know...

"So what happened while you were at Mr. Fisk's mansion yesterday? I can tell something is certainly different with you I just can't put my finger on it..."

Pamela breathed in deeply and exhaled. She knew she had to tell him...

"Well what happened is like, remember Claire who we ran into at the diner that morning for breakfast?"

"Uh huh... the really fat... errr your old friend from high school?" He corrected himself.

"Mhmm... well it just so happened that she WAS a total feedee and like, LOVED to gain weight..."

Jim paused for a second... "So what is a feedee?"

"Well it's like, when you love being fed by someone or stuffing yourself full of food til you totally feel like you're gonna blow. It usually totally centers itself around weight gain too..."

Jim didn't like where this was going... "Okay... go on..."

"Well somehow... like, Mr. Fisk basically swapped our personalities..."

Jim REALLY didn't like were this was headed... "So you..."

"Yeah, now I'm obsessed with delicious fattening food and gaining weight..." Pamela said disheartened...

"Not to mention I tooootally get turned on when I'm humiliated about my weight..."

Jim didn't know what to say... "So when I say your ass is getting fucking huge?"

Pamela shivered... "It really fucking turns me on..."

"And Claire?..." Jim questioned.

"Claire is all into eating healthy and working out now... she's like all disgusted by overweight people and fatty foods... If someone were to tell her she was a fatass?"

"It would just drive her to work out harder, to eat less and eat healthier..."

Jim was astonished. "Wow... I had no idea he could do something like that... Shouldn't we talk with Claire to see if we can do something about this?"

Pamela shook her head in a negative motion. "No!! We can't like, mention a WORD of it to her... Mr. Fisk told me specifically not to say anything about it... He wiped her mind anyways so it wouldn't make any sense to her...

Jim just simply said. "Oh..."

"Yeah and it like, doesn't sound like he's even close to being finished with me yet..." Pamela said frowning but horny at the same time.

"So what are you going to do??" Jim asked fearing the unknown.

"Well I guess like, all I can do is just ride the fuckin wave... I'm pretty much totally at the whim of a mad man..."

"Well I'm trying to pay Mr. Fisk back as quickly as I can..."

Pamela just shrugged. "The damage has like, already been done Jim..."

Jim tried to stay positive. "Look I'm going to do whatever it takes to pay back Mr. Fisk. I don't want to lose any more of you..."

Pamela was getting upset. "Like whatever... how much do you fuckin have left anyways?"

Jim sighed knowing whatcwas coming. "One hundred and fifty thousand dollars..."

"Well fuck... I guess you can like, kiss this fat ass of mine goodbye because it's going to be totally massive before Mr. Fisk is all paid up at the rate you're goin..."

They sat in silence at the table until their food came a few minutes later.

Pamela started shoveling the food in trying to fill her never ending void. Jim could see tears streaming down her face.

He decided to make the most of it... even though the extra weight honestly grossed him out... "God you are going to get so fucking fat at this rate aren't you?"

She paused for a second and looked up at him with hunger in her eyes.

"Save some for later you fucking pig..."

Those couple sentences lit a fire under Pamela's expanding derriere.

Soon enough Pamela was coming onto Jim. She slipped her foot out of her heel and slid it in between Jim's legs and had begun massaging his member through his pants from underneath the table. He was looking around nervously but his hard crotch was telling the truth.

She leaned over as close as she could and whispered something. "Are you going to fucking take advantage of me or what?"

She was successful in getting what she wanted. Jim requested a couple to go boxes and the check as soon as possible.

A few minutes later Jim had Pamela bent over the rear seat of their SUV and he was fucking her with all his might. He was smacking her ass with one hand and feeding her with the other.

"Tell me like, how fucking totally fat I've gotten." She barked.

"You're becoming a big fucking lazy ball of blubber and I'm disgusted at the sight of you."

He wasn't lying about how he felt... he was just trying to cheer her up...

As soon as he finished that sentence... she came...

It was one amazing date night...