'Damn. Another 2 holes wider this time around her thighs. 1 around her arms.' I thought to myself. I had to keep her tied up. It was for her own good; or rather, everybody else's. At least, that's what I told myself every time I threaded a heavy-duty strap around her burgeoning body.

Kayla was always growing. The straining holes on the leather straps were immediate proof of that. It was the only way to stop her tearing through the house and eating their entire stores of food whenever she got hungry. But lately, I had been more concerned with her gorging herself on her latest... proclivities... With me having to work two jobs just to put enough food on the table to keep her adequately fed, Kayla had more than enough time to figure out how to escape her captivity.

I looked over at Kayla's unconscious body piled high in our living room; it was a magnificent edifice to both gluttony and femininity. I was more amazed that I had even managed to get her through the door, let alone move her. Her tits and stomach had gotten so big that she could barely carry them, despite her musculature that hid beneath her layers of plush fat rolls.

Her breathing began to grow shallow as I managed to get the last strap fastened just in time. Kayla's voice fades in as I stepped back to look over her ridiculous, overfed body to make sure the constraints were adequate. She must almost be 8-feet tall now. If she was standing, she would easily tower over my own modest 6-foot-frame.

"Mmm. Good morning lover." she said as she came to, with a grin like a cat that ate the canary. "Are those new straps I see?" She said, flexing her body against the hard leather before letting out a playful giggle. "So how did you manage to stop me this time? Tranquilizer darts? Or did you wait until I passed out from stuffing myself full like last time?"