This fattening episode of life on my island happened some weeks after Lisa the sleeping
(giant?) beauty had woken up and really began to put the weight on. By now a trend had started
among the remaining girls. They were slowly losing the battle to keep off the weight. Maybe
they started realizing that I liked heavier girls or they were just becoming lazy and not
exercising, but all of my girls began to put on weight. Not much mind you, but most of the girls'
weight started creeping up from under 120 lbs. to around 140 to 150 lbs. There was only one
girl that seemed to avoid this inevitable gain. Her name is Michelle. The only reason she was
staying thin was because she was a picky eater. She wasn't the most attractive girl on my island
but she was beautiful. Brown hair, delicate facial features and a thin, almost fragile looking
body.
It didn't matter what was served she would turn her nose up at it. I don't think I ever found
a food that she truly liked. She certainly would eat like the rest in order to avoid my anger, but I
would often see looks of distaste and even revulsion on her face as she ate the fare that my very
talented chefs offered. One day during dinner this pickiness got the better of her.
Perhaps it was because I had a bad day. I had been through some intense negotiations
through most of the day. It seemed my island was to be visited soon by a human rights analyst.
All of my girls were very happy, but obviously an outsider would have a hard time seeing that. It
took several calls, some to Interpol, some to senators that I knew, and even to the FBI, before I
managed to grant some clemency for myself. It cost me quite a bit of money, and became a
unique tale in its own right. At dinner I was accompanied as usual by my bevy of beauties.
Most could see right away that I was not in a good mood. As we started on the goose liver pate I
could see Michelle picking at her food, chasing it down with large gulps of water. I watched her
for several minutes as she managed to eat a mere three bites before the servants came to take the
dishes and start the next course. On any other night I might not have noticed, tonight I was
already angry and this behavior began to really annoy me.
"Wait" I told the servants. All eyes looked upon me as the servants froze. "Do we have any
more of this delicious pate?" I asked nonchalantly. Some of the girls began to look at each
other nervously, whenever I broke up the routine at a meal it could be cause for some concern.
"Yes Baron." One of them finally said.
"Good. Hold off on the other courses for now. Bring a large plate of pate for Michelle."
Michelle's eyes suddenly opened wide as she realized I was focusing my attention on her for
some reason. The plates were cleared and a short minute later a heaping plate of pate was set
before Michelle. "Michelle since you seemed to enjoy the pate so much I thought you might like
some more. Finish eating that before we start the next course." Michelle's eyes dropped to the
pate and she had a look of obvious distaste etched on her face. Her sandy brown hair fell in
front of her eyes, partially obscuring the grimace she made as she contemplated eating the entire
plate. The other girls were looking at each other with slight smiles knowing that there was a
good chance that Michelle would join Tina and Lisa as another fattened concubine. Michelle
looked up at me as if she wanted to speak. I decided to indulge her to see if she would dig
herself in any deeper.
"Yes Michelle? You do like pate don't you?" I inquired. Michelle hesitated before
answering.
"Of course Baron, I love pate, but" she stopped obviously thinking of an appropriate
answer.
"But what?" I asked.
"But if I eat all this, I won't have room for the next courses." She heaved a sigh as she
came up with the excuse. She was a clever girl the other girls nodded their approval. I myself
was impressed that she hadn't said anything stupid that would get her into more trouble.
"You have a very good point Michelle, but you know how I like to watch a girl eat. Finish
that plate for me and then you can be excused from the rest of dinner." She looked down at her
plate like it was covered with slugs and then looked over to her half glass of water. As she was
about to reach for the pitcher to get more water I whispered into a servant's ear who immediately
took the pitcher and her glass from her. No need for words now. The stakes were literally on
the table. Could she force herself to eat this?
With a slightly trembling hand she picked up her fork and dipped it into the plate of pate.
With more than a little hesitation she brought her fork shakily to her lips and deposited a small
portion into her mouth. With undisguised disgust she chewed and swallowed with great effort.
The second and third bites were no easier for her as the rest of the girls and I watched her
intently. The fourth pathetic bite was all she could take, and she bolted from the table to vomit
over the porch railing. The other girls had concerned but amused looks on their faces wondering
what I would do next. I didn't want to disappoint them. I signaled for two of my men to fetch
her when she was done and bring her to a secure chair at the table. These are chairs of mine that
are ideal for holding unwilling guests. Still weak from her slight ordeal she didn't resist at all
as she was strapped in.
"Your mother and father were far too indulgent with you Michelle. Its a wonder you've
lived so long; you barely eat anything that I provide. That will change now. I'm going to
toughen up your palette and expand your culinary habits. Michael?" I said to one of my men.
"Bring me the feeding apparatus we used on Lisa." Michelle's eyes widened and she began to
cry.
"Please Baron! Ill be good! Ill eat whatever you want me to. Don't do that to me!"
"You had your chance Michelle. Perhaps this wont be a long lesson. Maybe you'll start
appreciating my wonderful food after only a short time. Bring the rest of the pate, and have the
chefs prepare some more." I said to one of the servants. He scurried off to get more pate as
Michael returned shortly after with the tube and a funnel. He had also brought the nurse with so
she could help insert the tube. Michelle began to struggle and cry harder, but to no avail. Her
mouth was easily pried open and the nurse pushed the tube down with some effort. Once the
tube was secured the funnel was attached to the tube with some duct tape.
The cold pate was brought over and a small portion was spooned into the funnel despite
Michelle's head shaking and tears. Unfortunately it was too thick to go down the funnel and
tube. After a few moments of thinking we tried mixing some water with the pate to thin it out.
That worked. It sluiced and slurred its way down the tube and into Michelle's tiny belly. More
pate was brought over and thinned out with water and then spooned into the funnel. Michelle
was shaking her head and clutching the handrails with furious strength but more and more of the
pate was delivered into her reluctant and spoiled stomach. This was great fun for me as I
watched her stomach bulge and stretch with the contents of it. Finally to really add something
shed remember I had them bring out some raw liver and a blender. Despite the discomfort in
her belly Michelle perked up when she heard that and then saw a servant bring the blender and a
generous portion of raw liver. The liver was put into the blender and then whipped into a bloody
brown shake. Despite the straps keeping her to the chair, she put up an impressive struggle to
get free as the brown sludge was brought to the funnel.
"Down the hatch!" I said as I dumped the muddy mixture into the funnel. Despite the
grotesqueness of the mixture she really needn't struggle so hard, after all she couldn't taste it.
Her belly was taut and over stuffed, and after letting her relax a bit she was untied and left to go
about her business. I gave her strict warnings though that if she tried to lose the contents of her
last meal in any way other than letting nature take its course, she would dearly regret it. She
promised she wouldn't and stumbled off to the bungalows.
Despite her promise, she purged the meal late that night. Naturally I have hidden cameras
throughout my island.
She received her surprise at breakfast that morning. The table was set as normal, and the
serving cart was brought out this mornings breakfast would be eggs. Michelle hated eggs. The
serving trays were lifted and much to everyone's surprise the eggs were still in the carton.
Dozens of eggs were brought out to the table. It dawned on some of the girls that another lesson
was at hand but Michelle didn't realize until my men laid hands on her and quickly secured her
to the chair. As the feeding tube was brought out I spoke to her in my most condemning voice.
"More than I anything I hate being lied to. I had hoped that last nights lesson would be
enough, but apparently it wasn't. Since you have such a hard time eating on your own, Ill
have to take responsibility for you. From now on you will eat whatever I provide you, willing or
not, and at whatever quantities I deem appropriate. Maybe sometime in the distant future Ill
allow you the luxury of choice but for now you must be tube fed like an invalid." She screamed
and cried but to no avail. The tube was again forced down her throat and the funnel was
re-attached. "Today's meal will be eggs." I said as I gestured to the cartons on the table. "If
you would be so kind as to serve the eggs?" I asked to one of the servants. Nervously he took a
carton of eggs over to Michelle. He opened the carton and took out an extra large Grade A egg
and cracked it into the funnel. Michelle's eyes were held shut tight with disgust. He was about
to throw away the shells when I said "No, keep the shells, well need them later." Giving me a
strange look he put the shells neatly back into the carton and took out another egg. After
cracking four eggs into the funnel I said "Come on girls help out, its fun! Just be sure to save the
shells!" With a little trepidation, and then more and more enthusiasm the girls began to eagerly
crack eggs into the funnel attached to poor Michelle. They giggled and laughed at Michelle's
indignation and betrayal.
"Serves you right you know!" one of them said as she cracked two eggs in at once.
"Yeah, you should know better silly!" said another as she went so far as to use Michelle's
forehead to crack the egg.
"You're gonna be fatter than Lisa!" another said when it was her turn.
After only a few minutes a full two dozen eggs were in Michelle's aching stomach. She was
pleading with her eyes for us to stop.
"Michelle you get a twenty minute break and then its back to the eggs." I turned to the servant.
"See to it that she eats at least five dozen more before dinner." I turned to see Michelle's
reaction. Her eyes bugged out then she slumped into her chair in despair, the funnel sticking out
of her mouth ridiculously. Throughout the day eggs were cracked into her mouth. We had to be
careful not to overstuff her yet. It would be difficult but not impossible for her to throw up. If
she were to vomit with the tube in her throat it could be dangerous. By evening when the girls
and I had finished our own dinner I headed back to Michelle. There were several cartons filled
with eggshells all about the table. I counted; there were seven cartons. Excellent. I walked over
to her and patted her swollen tummy.
"Are we not such a picky eater anymore?" I asked, speaking as if to a small child. She nodded
her head piteously. "Unfortunately trust is hard to gain, and easy to lose. I've lost my trust in
you Michelle. Maybe one day Ill trust you again, but for now this," I gestured to the funnel
"will be a way of life for you. Bring the blender and the egg shells and a carton of orange juice."
I said to the servant who had been with her all day. He set off immediately to get what I asked
for, as Michelle stared at me in horror. "I hear egg shells and orange juice make a very
nutritious drink." I said smilingly to her. The blender was brought out along with a quart of
orange juice. I poured the orange juice into the pitcher and then began adding eggshells. I was
able to get in fifteen whole shells before I had to start breaking them up and crushing them. I
was able to fit another 9 this way. Then I turned the blender on and started adding the shells one
at a time as the blender liquefied them. After ten or so minutes of constant blending all of the 84
shells had been ground up into the orange juice, while Michelle watched apprehensively the
whole time. The pitcher was full to the brim as I brought it over to the funnel. Michelle was too
weak to offer much resistance as I slowly topped off her huge daylong repast with a rather vile
concoction. Afterwards she was allowed to go to sleep.
From then on Micelle was tube fed for every meal. Most days it would be the table scraps and
leftovers from previous meals, and considering that every meal was a banquet, this meant for
huge quantities for Michelle to consume. Some days she would match Tina or even Lisa for the
sheer amount of food that was forced down the funnel. We also began modifying the apparatus.
Rather than go through the trouble of blending up solid foods, we added the equivalent of a
garbage disposal unit to the top of the funnel. Her chair would have to be tied to a post when we
did this, for the unit was quite large and heavy. Then you just threw in whatever food you
wanted. It would grind it up, mix it with water and send it to her stomach. The girls had a lot of
fun with this. Sometimes they would dance around her throwing whatever food was handy into
the hopper poised above her head. They'd make a game of who could come up with the most
disgusting combination of foods to send into her gullet. They would even feed her things like
dog food on occasion. The winner was the girl who dumped a fish bowl with no less then ten
fish into the funnel, water and all. Oh how Michelle struggled and fought as she saw those
wriggling fish flop and writhe as they were sucked down the tube and into her belly!
The natural consequence of such constant feeding was that Michelle gained weight by leaps and
bounds. After only a month she had put on more than one hundred pounds and weighed a fine
matronly 256 pounds. She averaged one hundred pounds a month for the next three months.
The other girls took great delight, perhaps more than I did, in making sure she met that quota.
They'd weigh her every other day and step up her feedings if they felt she was falling behind.
Three and a half months later she weighed more than 600 lbs. I decreed that her punishment
was over. The other girls were disappointed but dared not voice it for fear of taking her place.
She was not so picky anymore. She was still afraid to be put back on the feeding apparatus,
which I kept always in good working order, and her appetite was too great to allow her to be
picky. So contests were still held to see what Michelle would eat, and the girls still tried to keep
her on a steady weight gain. She did keep gaining, and there were very few things that she
would refuse to eat at least once.
She's coming close to a thousand pounds now and is attended by four girls who eagerly want to
see her surpass Lisa. They have to settle for her trying to beat Lisa's weight, for they know they
haven't any chance of getting her to weigh more than my heaviest girl
by J.P.