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NOT GENTLE. THE STORY DID NOT JUST ALL OF THE SUDDEN ADD A UNICORN AND FAIRIES. NO ONE DIES BUT TORTURE IS TORTURE.

Two more weeks pass. Sophia never gets a break. Food is increasing still. Dominic at this last party is just mortified to see how his enlarging friend is treated. Sophia has a visit from the Doc after the last party. Her gut is once again pushing her massive thighs apart as she sits on her bed again.

"Oh dear, how are you feeling Sophia? Are you able to
move ok? How is your breathing?"

Sophia shifts a little, and her shrinking middle is fueling a thicker body. Her broadening body is making her bed groan. "I feel grotesquely full. I can feel my ass widening and plumping up even now, I swear. Strangely enough Doc, I can move like I did before all the weight and my breathing despite these two mountains resting on my rib cage (she grabs her boobs juggling them a little) I can breathe fine.

A button on her dress plinks off and Dominic, who had been concerned for his friend, almost faints from the display of the fertility goddess proportions from his friend.

"Dom, are you ok? You look pale."

"Let me look at you too while I'm here. Uh huh, just as I suspected. Your heart rate is through the roof. I think your friend here Sophia, finds you very, very attractive. And on that note, I bid you goodnight. Keep making positive choices Sophia. You have one friend here who cares quite a lot for you."

Sophia looks at Dom. He can't read her face.

"He's old Sophia, look, I'm sorry it's been a long day. That button flew across the room. I might have looked and I got a little embarrassed. Uh, do you need anything?"

"Do you care for me Dom? Do you find me attractive, like he said?" Her voice sounded hopeful.

"I don't want our friendship to end Soph. Yes, I care, I care about you. And yes, I think you are just a vision of perfection."

"Well, that's a lot better than being called a fat cow, isn't it? Can I rest on you again? I'm just glad someone cares about me."

"Sure, just let me mo.. bwoomp, hee hee, Soph, you comfy?" Sophia kind of just glomped onto Dominic, laying him flat on the bed. Her soft body smushing his gently.

"Hmmm yes, very. If I fall asleep, I'm sorry." He feels good underneath her.

"It's OK, get some rest." Dom was happy wedged between her boobs. feeling her big tummy push into him and a massive thigh draped on him. Morning dawns, happiness is fleeting.

Sophia is up and ready to be escorted to the impending breakfast fiasco. She glides out of her room. Despite her size, she is light on her feet. The comments start. She now knows how to say big or fat in about fifteen languages due to the diverse population of the Don's workforce. Her four hundred pounds rocks from side to side. This meal is a little different. No one is in attendance but hired mercs and the Don. There is one of the gardeners lying down where she usually sits to eat in the morning. The young man appears to have his hands bound under the bench and his mouth is taped shut. Unsettling feelings begin to course through Sophia's being.

"Good morning Sophia. You have a new job today."

"Oh, My Don! Thank you! Thank you! I swear you'll be happy with me. You can trust me."

The food is laid out for the dozen or so mercenaries and the Don. He grins, Sophia's face changes. She knows that look. There is enough food for twice as many people that are in the room. She's about to get hurt again.

"I know you will do a good job, you fat slob. I have made sure you will. BOYS PULL UP HER SEAT!"

Typically, one doesn't straddle a picnic bench. The mercenaries set it up so Sophia would have to sit that way on the bench to eat. Along with the fact there is a slightly beaten, bound and gagged man tied to it.

"Don Antonio, forgive me. I don't understand? Am I still your food taster?"

"God you are dumb aren't you my chubby blonde. Of course you are. You can't be replaced in that job. Sit down and taste my food." He's got that cold, dead sadistic look. He's punishing her two different ways. Sohpia would walk around the smallest insects on their walks. Don Antonio knows Sophia would never hurt anything on purpose. But becoming a gentle giant is affording the Don yet another opportunity to hurt Sophia. She didn't understand Don Antonio's initial request. Don Antonio wants her to hurt the gardener too. The concerned gardener was now starting to thrash. He can't get away.

"Don Antonio, you want me to sit on him while I taste your food? Is this why I'm wearing these leggings instead of a dress? I... I can't possibly. Don Antonio, please, I weighed over four hundred pounds this morning. I might hurt him."

"Might? I'm counting on it. SIT! Or you will end up with a new roommate!" Anger is flashing across the Don's face now. Sophia slowly walks over, looks down and can't help but begin to well up. Chancing Dominic's life is simply not in the cards. Perhaps she won't hurt him too much.

"Help her sit gentlemen." Sophia's legs, long as they are, are too short to straddle the bench with a full grown man on it. The two goons steady her like she is getting on a horse. One smacks her ass as she finally gets her weight down on the man. His face is between her thick thighs. Her ass is compressing his ribs. He can barely breathe. He can move a little but not much. What's worse , Sophia's feet aren't touching the ground.

"Well, I would like to taste my food now. You can clean up after the men when they are done."

He's smiling again. Why is he smiling? Sophia is looking down at her chest. It's all she can see. A single tear runs down her cheek and lands on her left breast. She slowly tastes the Don's food, trying to absorb the situation.

"Boss, if it's OK with you, I'm not hungry. I'm gonna get to my patrol. There are too many guys in here to protect you out there."

"Of course!"

Sophia's head whips up. First, in fear and disbelief. Then anger and sadness. She knows what's coming as the huge muscle bound merc leaves the table. As the merc leaves, the merc pats the Gardners boot.

"Good luck asshole."

The others, in turn, one after another, get up and ask permission to leave. Don Antonio pardons them all. There are only three now.

Sophia is going to be forced to eat all this food. Her ass was already big. One cheek was wider than the suffering gardner. It takes hours, there is just so much. She can feel her tummy bumping into the gardners face. Then it's pressing into him. He really starts trying to get free. Her belly is beginning to cover his nose. Just in time. she finishes all the food. Her body is already expanding. Now she is thankful for the stretchy material she is wearing. Don Antonio is frustrated.

"Get up! Lunch is in an hour. You better be ready!" He looks down at the squashed man. "And you, if you ever give me eleven roses for a bouquet again. I will have her bounce on your face next time!"

Sophia had to hold her belly it was so stuffed. She could feel her shirt riding up her skin as her boobs kept growing. A cool breeze came through the hallway she was walking down. The air went over the tops of her now exposed booty. She's digesting faster and faster. Almost as if her stomach heard the threat that more food was on its way in less than an hour. Most of the food is gone by the time she got back to her room. Sophia felt softer, but her legs and core seemed stronger. Her back bulged more with fat covered muscles to keep her gigantic tits up and perky despite their girth. She got back to the room and immediately hugged Dominic.

Dominic and Sophia are the same height. But now, after this morning, Sophia might have eclipsed the five hundred pound mark. Her hug is...strong. Her face is white as a sheet. Poor woman is in shock.

Tears are on the precipice of pouring out of her eyes, but they never come. Lunch is coming fast. Tomorrow is supposed to be yet another gathering. Sophia is sick of eating food, half eaten or otherwise. She definitely doesn't want to start helping The Don hurt people. Dominic can't believe how big she is after this mornings meal. He's concerned that after this weekend, she literally won't be able to move.

Dominic's prophetic thoughts become reality by Saturday night. Thankfully, the Don will be gone for two weeks after tonight. However, the damage is done. Sophia rolls over in her small bed. Groaning in protest as her feet hit the floor. Dominic wakes up as his massive roommate wakes up and starts to move. Shock sets in.

"Soph??"

"Is it that bad? I still feel fine but I can't really tell how fat I got. Am I that big?"

"Sophie? I don't know. You are stunning." She gets up and wiggles and wobbles over to Dom. Sits next to him. Grabs his face and says, "Just tell me."

"Look, I can't get my arms around you. Your boobs are too big, I would bet your ass is so wide now that the seamstress is going to have difficulty with you today. You are beautiful, but you are massive."

Without the Don there. Everyone is essentially left alone. Dom got the doctor to come examine Sophia. With a scale under his arm and other tools at his disposal. He begins to see if Sophia is in any danger.

"First things first, get on the scale."

"Doc, I don't think I want to know that. I can't even see my feet unless I sit down."

"Sophia, I have to know how fast you are gaining and if your heart can take it. Let's go."

The scale begs and screams at the leviathan of a woman pressing down on its slim frame.

"And there we have it," Doc had to bend down and under Sophia's massive bust to see the numbers. Sophia's eyes are fixed on the ceiling, praying it's not an astronomical number.

"Sophia, you are large, to say the least. Let me see if there are any underlying health issues other than the obvious ok."

"OK. Doc, I'm scared. Everything is so huge."

"Everthing, but your face and arms aren't showing the weight in the same way. And... yep, your heart rate is low. It should be through the roof and ready to pop at this weight. Can you jump for me?"

"Doc? If this is some kind of boob watching..."

"Oh shush, you are gorgeous, yes but young enough to be my granddaughter. Just jump a few times. Mmm hmm. Now jog in place for a bit. Mmm hmm. Any discomfort? Pain in your joints or feet?"

"No, when there isn't a feast in my gut, I feel pretty good. Excellent, in fact." She smiles in earnest for the first time in five months.

"I almost forgot how radiant your smile is Sophie. I missed your smile." Dom was telling the truth and tried to cheer her up.

"Six hundred and forty-four pounds."

"And the happy feeling is gone. Damn. I'm freaking huge. At least I won't get any bigger with that psycho gone."

"Sophia, you better try to lose some weight while he is gone. You are only five foot nine. There is only so much weight you will be able to move at this size."

GROOOOOOOOUUUUUOOORRRP

"What was that?"

Dom and Sophia knew. Sophia put her hand on her plush middle.

"My stomach. Once in a while, it does that now. I am sure it's fine. Doc, one more question. If I sat on a man's chest or face for over an hour, what would happen do you think?"

"Sophia, let's just say I wouldn't recommend that. Not even for ten minutes, let alone an hour."

"Thanks Doc." Wrapping her arms around the old man.

"Well, I must say you do give a fine hug. You are a lucky man, Dom."

"It's not like that Doc." Rather sheepish reply escaped Dominic's lips.

"Uh huh sure. Sophia, again, look for positive anything. I must say, that one there (pointing at Dom). He would be under you for an hour and love every moment." Smiling, he walks out.

Sage advice had crept into her ears and then her heart. Positive was right in front of her. Now Sophia had likely a five hundred pound weight advantage on skinny Dominic. She gently pressed him back onto his bed.

"What are you doing Sophie? You feeling ok? What's that look on your face?"

"Appreciation, Dominic. Let me return the favor and you can appreciate me." She gets on top of Dominic and giggles.

"I am about to dominate Dom. Hmm, that sounds good. Are you okay with that mister?"

After an hour, Sophie kisses a very sore but happy Dominic goodbye, and she goes to new clothes. As she walks through the single doorways, she realizes she has to sidestep to squeeze her fat hips through. It's almost a little empowering. She's so big a normal door won't do. Positives, right?

The two weeks are over. So is the calm atmosphere that had filled the compound. The Don has returned. He is heard yelling all over the property. Screaming for dinner, he calls for Sophia. Everything is set up and quick. Rumors fly through the ranks that he is upset. One of the guards made a simple mistake during the trip.

"Time to dine. Get that fat ass up here. I'm not risking anything else. And that's another thing. Bring that moron here as well. If I remember right, he likes Sophia's assets. Let him get an up close and personal look."

"So good to have you back Don Antonio. I hope your trip was restful and rewarding," said Sophia.

"Shut your face and taste my food! Where are those idiots with that tratior?"

Sophia tasted everything quickly. She is trying to avoid anymore exposure to the situation. She doesn't know anything about a traitor and doesn't want to know.

"Ah there we go. And it looks like my Sophia has been working hard to be better at her second job. GET UP COW!"

Sophia stands up like a shot. It's the goon that smacked her ass during her crushing of the gardener that was lashed to her bench. She remembers what Doc said about prolonged contact. She is filled with dread. Dominic was under her, but she was being careful and the bed helped to support her tonnage. Her now fatter ass will likely keep her even further off the ground if The Don tells her to sit on the offending merc. Right on que, other mercs in the room continue to beat the man and then tie him down to her seat, and of course, gag him.

"Have a seat, little bird. You remember this piece of work when he smacked that dump truck you call a rump. The guys will give you a hand." He's smiling again. He's never happier than when he is torturing something.

"My Don, of course, I will. But I now weigh over six hundred and forty pounds. I don't think..."

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO THINK. I TOLD YOU TO SIT ON HIM NOW. Do I have to remind you that Dominic would be next?"

She didn't want to move too fast. Using Dominic as a pressure point can't be seen as a crippling threat. She took the hand of one of the goons for stability. Her thighs are massive and firm from carrying all the weight of Sophia. Her feet come off the ground and to her disappointment, she feels him compress. And compress. And compress. Unlike the other victim. This one can't move. Not at all. lucky for him, Sophia hasn't been eating for hours. Her tummy is only her cute little tummy. Not a massive belly that would act as storage space for a grocery store and deprive any chance of obtaining oxygen. Unlucky for this piece of shit. Sophia is so heavy now that she doesn't need her belly. She feels him start to break. A couple of ribs give way. Seeing his face is impossible. Her tits are well beyond pornstar level. She can feel less and less fight in him. She is just watching Antonio eat his meal. His mood is improving.

"So how does it feel Sophia? Feeling a large man slowly break under your unrelenting corpulent ass. Must be exhilarating."

"I hope you are safer now with him under me." Replied Sophia.

"Bounce on him. Go on, bounce."

"Yes ... yes Don."

It takes two bounces. Her captive merc is trying to beg for mercy. Don Antonio starts to giggle.

"Well, that takes care of that problem. Thank you Sophia. Oh and you look amazing in that dress. Amazingly huge!" He gets up walks away.

Sophia is left crying. It didn't take the Don an hour to make her cry. She had felt pretty in her new dress. It was red and white floral print. It showed off her chest and legs but still covered her. Now, it's ruined. She has severely injured the man underneath her. Eventually, other mercs helped her off of her latest victim. He was in desperate need of medical attention. She was crushed.

"Don't worry Sophia, I am sure you will get to do that again with his temper." She is escorted back to her room. She stops crying and now that numb feeling returns. She is kind of in a fog. She is just waiting for tomorrow again. Just existing. Waiting for a party that will likely render her unable to move. If she can't move, she knows what the Don will do.

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NOT GENTLE. THE STORY DID NOT JUST ALL OF THE SUDDEN ADD A UNICORN AND FAIRIES. NO ONE DIES BUT TORTURE IS TORTURE.

Two more weeks pass. Sophia never gets a break. Food is increasing still. Dominic at this last party is just mortified to see how his enlarging friend is treated. Sophia has a visit from the Doc after the last party. Her gut is once again pushing her massive thighs apart as she sits on her bed again.

"Oh dear, how are you feeling Sophia? Are you able to
move ok? How is your breathing?"

Sophia shifts a little, and her shrinking middle is fueling a thicker body. Her broadening body is making her bed groan. "I feel grotesquely full. I can feel my ass widening and plumping up even now, I swear. Strangely enough Doc, I can move like I did before all the weight and my breathing despite these two mountains resting on my rib cage (she grabs her boobs juggling them a little) I can breathe fine.

A button on her dress plinks off and Dominic, who had been concerned for his friend, almost faints from the display of the fertility goddess proportions from his friend.

"Dom, are you ok? You look pale."

"Let me look at you too while I'm here. Uh huh, just as I suspected. Your heart rate is through the roof. I think your friend here Sophia, finds you very, very attractive. And on that note, I bid you goodnight. Keep making positive choices Sophia. You have one friend here who cares quite a lot for you."

Sophia looks at Dom. He can't read her face.

"He's old Sophia, look, I'm sorry it's been a long day. That button flew across the room. I might have looked and I got a little embarrassed. Uh, do you need anything?"

"Do you care for me Dom? Do you find me attractive, like he said?" Her voice sounded hopeful.

"I don't want our friendship to end Soph. Yes, I care, I care about you. And yes, I think you are just a vision of perfection."

"Well, that's a lot better than being called a fat cow, isn't it? Can I rest on you again? I'm just glad someone cares about me."

"Sure, just let me mo.. bwoomp, hee hee, Soph, you comfy?" Sophia kind of just glomped onto Dominic, laying him flat on the bed. Her soft body smushing his gently.

"Hmmm yes, very. If I fall asleep, I'm sorry." He feels good underneath her.

"It's OK, get some rest." Dom was happy wedged between her boobs. feeling her big tummy push into him and a massive thigh draped on him. Morning dawns, happiness is fleeting.

Sophia is up and ready to be escorted to the impending breakfast fiasco. She glides out of her room. Despite her size, she is light on her feet. The comments start. She now knows how to say big or fat in about fifteen languages due to the diverse population of the Don's workforce. Her four hundred pounds rocks from side to side. This meal is a little different. No one is in attendance but hired mercs and the Don. There is one of the gardeners lying down where she usually sits to eat in the morning. The young man appears to have his hands bound under the bench and his mouth is taped shut. Unsettling feelings begin to course through Sophia's being.

"Good morning Sophia. You have a new job today."

"Oh, My Don! Thank you! Thank you! I swear you'll be happy with me. You can trust me."

The food is laid out for the dozen or so mercenaries and the Don. He grins, Sophia's face changes. She knows that look. There is enough food for twice as many people that are in the room. She's about to get hurt again.

"I know you will do a good job, you fat slob. I have made sure you will. BOYS PULL UP HER SEAT!"

Typically, one doesn't straddle a picnic bench. The mercenaries set it up so Sophia would have to sit that way on the bench to eat. Along with the fact there is a slightly beaten, bound and gagged man tied to it.

"Don Antonio, forgive me. I don't understand? Am I still your food taster?"

"God you are dumb aren't you my chubby blonde. Of course you are. You can't be replaced in that job. Sit down and taste my food." He's got that cold, dead sadistic look. He's punishing her two different ways. Sohpia would walk around the smallest insects on their walks. Don Antonio knows Sophia would never hurt anything on purpose. But becoming a gentle giant is affording the Don yet another opportunity to hurt Sophia. She didn't understand Don Antonio's initial request. Don Antonio wants her to hurt the gardener too. The concerned gardener was now starting to thrash. He can't get away.

"Don Antonio, you want me to sit on him while I taste your food? Is this why I'm wearing these leggings instead of a dress? I... I can't possibly. Don Antonio, please, I weighed over four hundred pounds this morning. I might hurt him."

"Might? I'm counting on it. SIT! Or you will end up with a new roommate!" Anger is flashing across the Don's face now. Sophia slowly walks over, looks down and can't help but begin to well up. Chancing Dominic's life is simply not in the cards. Perhaps she won't hurt him too much.

"Help her sit gentlemen." Sophia's legs, long as they are, are too short to straddle the bench with a full grown man on it. The two goons steady her like she is getting on a horse. One smacks her ass as she finally gets her weight down on the man. His face is between her thick thighs. Her ass is compressing his ribs. He can barely breathe. He can move a little but not much. What's worse , Sophia's feet aren't touching the ground.

"Well, I would like to taste my food now. You can clean up after the men when they are done."

He's smiling again. Why is he smiling? Sophia is looking down at her chest. It's all she can see. A single tear runs down her cheek and lands on her left breast. She slowly tastes the Don's food, trying to absorb the situation.

"Boss, if it's OK with you, I'm not hungry. I'm gonna get to my patrol. There are too many guys in here to protect you out there."

"Of course!"

Sophia's head whips up. First, in fear and disbelief. Then anger and sadness. She knows what's coming as the huge muscle bound merc leaves the table. As the merc leaves, the merc pats the Gardners boot.

"Good luck asshole."

The others, in turn, one after another, get up and ask permission to leave. Don Antonio pardons them all. There are only three now.

Sophia is going to be forced to eat all this food. Her ass was already big. One cheek was wider than the suffering gardner. It takes hours, there is just so much. She can feel her tummy bumping into the gardners face. Then it's pressing into him. He really starts trying to get free. Her belly is beginning to cover his nose. Just in time. she finishes all the food. Her body is already expanding. Now she is thankful for the stretchy material she is wearing. Don Antonio is frustrated.

"Get up! Lunch is in an hour. You better be ready!" He looks down at the squashed man. "And you, if you ever give me eleven roses for a bouquet again. I will have her bounce on your face next time!"

Sophia had to hold her belly it was so stuffed. She could feel her shirt riding up her skin as her boobs kept growing. A cool breeze came through the hallway she was walking down. The air went over the tops of her now exposed booty. She's digesting faster and faster. Almost as if her stomach heard the threat that more food was on its way in less than an hour. Most of the food is gone by the time she got back to her room. Sophia felt softer, but her legs and core seemed stronger. Her back bulged more with fat covered muscles to keep her gigantic tits up and perky despite their girth. She got back to the room and immediately hugged Dominic.

Dominic and Sophia are the same height. But now, after this morning, Sophia might have eclipsed the five hundred pound mark. Her hug is...strong. Her face is white as a sheet. Poor woman is in shock.

Tears are on the precipice of pouring out of her eyes, but they never come. Lunch is coming fast. Tomorrow is supposed to be yet another gathering. Sophia is sick of eating food, half eaten or otherwise. She definitely doesn't want to start helping The Don hurt people. Dominic can't believe how big she is after this mornings meal. He's concerned that after this weekend, she literally won't be able to move.

Dominic's prophetic thoughts become reality by Saturday night. Thankfully, the Don will be gone for two weeks after tonight. However, the damage is done. Sophia rolls over in her small bed. Groaning in protest as her feet hit the floor. Dominic wakes up as his massive roommate wakes up and starts to move. Shock sets in.

"Soph??"

"Is it that bad? I still feel fine but I can't really tell how fat I got. Am I that big?"

"Sophie? I don't know. You are stunning." She gets up and wiggles and wobbles over to Dom. Sits next to him. Grabs his face and says, "Just tell me."

"Look, I can't get my arms around you. Your boobs are too big, I would bet your ass is so wide now that the seamstress is going to have difficulty with you today. You are beautiful, but you are massive."

Without the Don there. Everyone is essentially left alone. Dom got the doctor to come examine Sophia. With a scale under his arm and other tools at his disposal. He begins to see if Sophia is in any danger.

"First things first, get on the scale."

"Doc, I don't think I want to know that. I can't even see my feet unless I sit down."

"Sophia, I have to know how fast you are gaining and if your heart can take it. Let's go."

The scale begs and screams at the leviathan of a woman pressing down on its slim frame.

"And there we have it," Doc had to bend down and under Sophia's massive bust to see the numbers. Sophia's eyes are fixed on the ceiling, praying it's not an astronomical number.

"Sophia, you are large, to say the least. Let me see if there are any underlying health issues other than the obvious ok."

"OK. Doc, I'm scared. Everything is so huge."

"Everthing, but your face and arms aren't showing the weight in the same way. And... yep, your heart rate is low. It should be through the roof and ready to pop at this weight. Can you jump for me?"

"Doc? If this is some kind of boob watching..."

"Oh shush, you are gorgeous, yes but young enough to be my granddaughter. Just jump a few times. Mmm hmm. Now jog in place for a bit. Mmm hmm. Any discomfort? Pain in your joints or feet?"

"No, when there isn't a feast in my gut, I feel pretty good. Excellent, in fact." She smiles in earnest for the first time in five months.

"I almost forgot how radiant your smile is Sophie. I missed your smile." Dom was telling the truth and tried to cheer her up.

"Six hundred and forty-four pounds."

"And the happy feeling is gone. Damn. I'm freaking huge. At least I won't get any bigger with that psycho gone."

"Sophia, you better try to lose some weight while he is gone. You are only five foot nine. There is only so much weight you will be able to move at this size."

GROOOOOOOOUUUUUOOORRRP

"What was that?"

Dom and Sophia knew. Sophia put her hand on her plush middle.

"My stomach. Once in a while, it does that now. I am sure it's fine. Doc, one more question. If I sat on a man's chest or face for over an hour, what would happen do you think?"

"Sophia, let's just say I wouldn't recommend that. Not even for ten minutes, let alone an hour."

"Thanks Doc." Wrapping her arms around the old man.

"Well, I must say you do give a fine hug. You are a lucky man, Dom."

"It's not like that Doc." Rather sheepish reply escaped Dominic's lips.

"Uh huh sure. Sophia, again, look for positive anything. I must say, that one there (pointing at Dom). He would be under you for an hour and love every moment." Smiling, he walks out.

Sage advice had crept into her ears and then her heart. Positive was right in front of her. Now Sophia had likely a five hundred pound weight advantage on skinny Dominic. She gently pressed him back onto his bed.

"What are you doing Sophie? You feeling ok? What's that look on your face?"

"Appreciation, Dominic. Let me return the favor and you can appreciate me." She gets on top of Dominic and giggles.

"I am about to dominate Dom. Hmm, that sounds good. Are you okay with that mister?"

After an hour, Sophie kisses a very sore but happy Dominic goodbye, and she goes to new clothes. As she walks through the single doorways, she realizes she has to sidestep to squeeze her fat hips through. It's almost a little empowering. She's so big a normal door won't do. Positives, right?

The two weeks are over. So is the calm atmosphere that had filled the compound. The Don has returned. He is heard yelling all over the property. Screaming for dinner, he calls for Sophia. Everything is set up and quick. Rumors fly through the ranks that he is upset. One of the guards made a simple mistake during the trip.

"Time to dine. Get that fat ass up here. I'm not risking anything else. And that's another thing. Bring that moron here as well. If I remember right, he likes Sophia's assets. Let him get an up close and personal look."

"So good to have you back Don Antonio. I hope your trip was restful and rewarding," said Sophia.

"Shut your face and taste my food! Where are those idiots with that tratior?"

Sophia tasted everything quickly. She is trying to avoid anymore exposure to the situation. She doesn't know anything about a traitor and doesn't want to know.

"Ah there we go. And it looks like my Sophia has been working hard to be better at her second job. GET UP COW!"

Sophia stands up like a shot. It's the goon that smacked her ass during her crushing of the gardener that was lashed to her bench. She remembers what Doc said about prolonged contact. She is filled with dread. Dominic was under her, but she was being careful and the bed helped to support her tonnage. Her now fatter ass will likely keep her even further off the ground if The Don tells her to sit on the offending merc. Right on que, other mercs in the room continue to beat the man and then tie him down to her seat, and of course, gag him.

"Have a seat, little bird. You remember this piece of work when he smacked that dump truck you call a rump. The guys will give you a hand." He's smiling again. He's never happier than when he is torturing something.

"My Don, of course, I will. But I now weigh over six hundred and forty pounds. I don't think..."

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO THINK. I TOLD YOU TO SIT ON HIM NOW. Do I have to remind you that Dominic would be next?"

She didn't want to move too fast. Using Dominic as a pressure point can't be seen as a crippling threat. She took the hand of one of the goons for stability. Her thighs are massive and firm from carrying all the weight of Sophia. Her feet come off the ground and to her disappointment, she feels him compress. And compress. And compress. Unlike the other victim. This one can't move. Not at all. lucky for him, Sophia hasn't been eating for hours. Her tummy is only her cute little tummy. Not a massive belly that would act as storage space for a grocery store and deprive any chance of obtaining oxygen. Unlucky for this piece of shit. Sophia is so heavy now that she doesn't need her belly. She feels him start to break. A couple of ribs give way. Seeing his face is impossible. Her tits are well beyond pornstar level. She can feel less and less fight in him. She is just watching Antonio eat his meal. His mood is improving.

"So how does it feel Sophia? Feeling a large man slowly break under your unrelenting corpulent ass. Must be exhilarating."

"I hope you are safer now with him under me." Replied Sophia.

"Bounce on him. Go on, bounce."

"Yes ... yes Don."

It takes two bounces. Her captive merc is trying to beg for mercy. Don Antonio starts to giggle.

"Well, that takes care of that problem. Thank you Sophia. Oh and you look amazing in that dress. Amazingly huge!" He gets up walks away.

Sophia is left crying. It didn't take the Don an hour to make her cry. She had felt pretty in her new dress. It was red and white floral print. It showed off her chest and legs but still covered her. Now, it's ruined. She has severely injured the man underneath her. Eventually, other mercs helped her off of her latest victim. He was in desperate need of medical attention. She was crushed.

"Don't worry Sophia, I am sure you will get to do that again with his temper." She is escorted back to her room. She stops crying and now that numb feeling returns. She is kind of in a fog. She is just waiting for tomorrow again. Just existing. Waiting for a party that will likely render her unable to move. If she can't move, she knows what the Don will do.