Blackmailed - Finale

It took Liam five minutes just to walk across the hall. He had to stop to catch his breath twice. He noticed the light in Noah’s office was on--it used to belong to him, but he’d long since given it to Noah as he could make much better use of it--so he waddled over there to see if he was working on something.

He wasn’t there, but his computer was on and Liam noticed something odd. It was a picture of a digital readout like what you’d get on a scale. In fact, it looked a lot like the scale he used to have. And judging by the giant mass that nearly blocked the rest of the shot, Liam guessed that it was a photo that he’d taken some months ago just before he had finally satisfied his blackmailer.

“How did…” Liam trailed off, but just as the terrible realization came to him he felt a damp cloth cover his nose and mouth. And then blackness.

Liam woke up groggily. He normally woke up groggily, but this time it was especially groggy. Everything was shown in harsh light that caused him to squint and every sound felt like an orchestra playing in his inner ear. He felt dizzy, nauseous, and came very close to throwing up, but managed to swallow his bile back down at the last second. Liam was good at swallowing by this point.
He simply lay there and breathed heavily for a while until the fog lifted ever so slightly. He was laying horizontally, but it wasn’t in his bed. The surface felt hard, and yet… sculpted to his shape. Normally laying flat on his back would actually press his pelvis above his chest just due to how massive his ass was, but he felt his spine was aligned. He almost felt comfortable, in fact.

Then he noticed that his arms were bound. As were his legs. He couldn’t move an inch.

This finally broke through the haze that had clouded his mind. He struggled, but it was no use. He cried out for help, feebly at first, but then in full shouts.

“Oh, I see you’re awake,” came the voice of Noah from somewhere behind Liam, and then he felt a strong hand grab his tit and give it a playful shake, causing his entire body to sympathetically ripple.

Then Liam remembered the picture.

“It was you,” he said with tears in his eyes.

“Yup. Me,” Noah confirmed, stepping into view. He was leaning over and peering down at Liam’s face, almost like was being splayed out on a table. And then he realized that’s exactly what was happening.

“Where am I?” Liam asked.

“In my dungeon. I had it built about a month ago--you rarely get out of your room, so you didn't even notice the addition. I made sure everything was perfect for you; this is your new home.”

“Wha...what?” A note a terror began to creep into Liam’s voice.

“You heard me. You live here now,” Noah walked around and began to pinch and slap Liam’s body. “You’re going to be my little plaything forever. Or should I say my BIG plaything?”

“But why?”

“Why turn you into a whale?” Noah asked although that wasn’t exactly Liam’s question. “It gets me off, as you can clearly tell. And I hated you from the moment I saw you. Daddy’s little corporate larva, ready to blossom into just another enormous leech on society,” another slap, this time square on Liam’s belly. It hurt, but not as much as Noah’s betrayal.

“So I figured, why not get two birds with one stone? Ruin a bougie playboy and take control of his company all while also getting an enormously fat sex toy? Sounded pretty good to me.”

Noah tapped a keyboard and a giant screen appeared on the roof above Liam. It showed a picture of him as he used to be: thin, handsome, well dressed. The picture was obviously from a phone and taken while he was walking from one meeting to the next.

“Since my little project is almost wrapping up, I thought I’d share my results with you, eh?” Another few keyboard taps and then a picture appeared just beside the candid cell phone shot. It was a digital display that showed the number 164.

“This was the very first photo I managed to get from you,” Noah said, idly running a finger around Liam’s navel. “And this,” the photo switched to one of Liam with an obvious beer gut that he was having no success of hiding, “is when I first knew I was going to get some great results.”

Noah clicked a mouse and more pictures appeared. Each one a shot of Liam progressively getting fatter and fatter, his clothes following a familiar loop of appearing fit to burst and then they’d seem to inflate to fit Liam’s larger size. Each one from around the office, and each one accompanied by a digital scale readout that was slowly creeping higher and higher.

“Sadly, I never could get some more… candid photos of you at this stage in the game,” Noah said, then more clicks and a new photo appeared. It was Liam--fat, obviously so. And more than that, naked. Liam looked at the background and then noticed his bed, his desk, his chair--it was his condo.

“I took the liberty to set up some hidden cameras around your home after I moved in,” Noah explained. He zoomed in so Liam’s obese body filled the frame. He wasn’t as big in the photo as he was now--not by a long shot. But there was no denying his corpulence: the angry red stretch marks on the sides of his belly and back, the still-perky tits that hung above a sagging gut, the twin ass-cheeks that looked like overstuffed cushions fighting for dominance, and the double chin that was now wider than his face and mere weeks from touching down on his chest.

The number that appeared beside the photo was 346.

“I love this photo so much,” Noah said wistfully. “It’s the first one where I got all of you naked in one shot. Each roll, each fold, and each stretch mark a testament to my hard work.”

The pictures changed, and so did Liam. He grew and grew, and as he did Liam noticed less the fine details and more how his overall shape changed, how he became more bottom heavy as the pounds kept piling on. He noticed how the stretch marks migrated lower on his gut and began to spread into his thighs (now as large as his waist was at 346 lbs) and how arms and legs were always splayed outwards at an angle thanks to their growing circumference.

Liam noted with some chagrin how the photos showed in great detail how his genitals were slowly being swallowed by a descending wave of flab. First an inch, then two, and then finally all he could see was a bare nub. And then nothing as his belly obscured his entire groin from view.

“Oh don’t worry--we both know it’s still in there, fatty,” Noah said while he roughly grabbed Liam’s fat-covered groin. “I’ll be making sure that’s basically the only muscle that ever gets worked again.”

Finally, the last photo showed him at his biggest beside the number 500. His waist could easily have fit three of the original Liams. He was covered in a sheen of sweat--a constant issue at his size--and his legs were splayed wide with Noah’s head buried in between.

“I call this photo ‘spelunking’ because getting at your little dick is like going cave diving,” Noah said. “But we’re not done yet! Your final update is now!”

Another few clicks and the image changed. It showed Liam, even larger than before. It was the same overall bottom-heavy shape, only larger. Even horizontal, his belly covered everything that could have been considered raunchy. His tits hung to his sides, his nipples looking like beads of water rolling off either side of him. His navel was cavernous and dominated his center of mass. Each thigh looked like it belonged on a tree, and his face was almost unrecognizable as the man he once was.

And it showed him tied down to a table. A wide table. The table he was lying on. Beside his head, there was a small digital display that showed a single number: 636.

“It’s been a while since we could weigh you, huh tubbs?” Noah slapped his gut and Liam watched on the screen as his whole body shook for several moments. “I had this table made custom. Has a scale that goes up to 2 tons. I bet we can get there in a few months, huh fatso?”

A single tear rolled down the side of Liam’s fat face. It was all too much to deal with, being shown his rapid transformation and how his lover had become his worst enemy.

“Oh, don’t cry tubbs,” Noah wiped the tear from Liam’s cheek. “I still love you, in my own way. I’ll take care of you just like I always have. I’ll make sure the company lives on, safe and sound, and your every need is taken care of. You really only have two needs now, anyway.”

A hose came from the ceiling and Noah grabbed it, forcing it inside Liam’s mouth and down his throat. A hum started up and Liam could feel something entering his esophagus and sliding down his throat.

“It’s my own design,” Noah explained. “You know how you found it really hard to make any more gains? Well, this will make it easy. It’s super concentrated calories and nutrients all being pumped straight into you.”

Noah began to knead Liam’s enormous gut like a baker making dough. “This thing is gonna touch the floor by the time I’m done with you. You’re going to be so huge even a crane couldn’t move you.”

Then Liam felt something else--a stirring from deep within. A hardness amongst all the softness that was his body.

“Ah, and there’s a little tadalafil in there too, just to keep you hard and ready,” Noah said while lifting up Liam’s gut and reaching beneath to grab his hard cock. It was already leaking, making a perfect slippery mess for Noah to tug and pleasure him.

“You’ll be my huge and horny fuck boy forever, Liam,” Noah said, tugging faster and faster, causing Liam’s entire body to wobble frantically. Then Liam shouted, and he felt a distinct wetness coat his entire groin.

Noah brought his hand up and licked the cum off his fingers. There was still quite a bit left by the time he’d finished his theatrical slurp. “The first of many, fat boy.”

Noah left Liam’s view. He was left there to slowly digest what was being pumped into him and grow bigger and bigger.