Jackson, part 6 - story by Sarav59 (Patreon)

Three workers were stood alongside Jackson slowly rocking his body back and forth. The unconscious athlete was now truly enormous with his belly spilling out over his lap, the folds of fat packing into the crevices of the chair. As his assistants struggled to move the ex-jock, Finley walked over to the now empty machine and touched its metal restraints. He allowed himself a crooked smile as he ran his hands across the smooth metal. The Glutton had performed tremendously well, far beyond his expectations.

He would have preferred to leave Jackson attached to his masterpiece, endlessly growing, sedated and docile. But with Jackson’s weight nearing 400 lbs, well, he was nearing capacity, not of the glutton but of the room itself. With each pound gained his body expanded outwards inching ever closer to the edges of this place. The walls surrounding The Glutton were just too close together and Jackson had to be moved now, or risk filling the entire space. 

So Finley had prepared a new location; a large company warehouse, so that Jackson could grow in all directions, free of restricting walls. Pleased with the performance of The Glutton, Finley turned back toward the former athlete. 

‘Look at you,’ he snickered, holding up Jackson’s right arm. ‘There's more fat on this one arm than there used to be on your whole body. Rest assured, as your coach I won't let this short break from feeding get in the way of your growth. I'll keep you right on track.’

Dropping Jackson’s arm, Finley motioned for his workers to wheel the obese jock out of the room. As he watched them leave, Finley staggered back to lean against the wall. Even now, 10 years later, he could still feel pain in his shins. His fall in highschool had lead to his immobilization for well over a year, and in that time he ate away his feelings of loss for his failed sports career. Outgrowing his pants, shirts and even underwear.

Yet he had pulled himself together, founded an entertainment company, invested his profits and made millions. All the while secretly driven by a sincere rage for what Jackson had done. And now after struggling for a decade he finally had the resources to carry out his long planned revenge. 

He looked back at the empty door where Jackson had been rolled out. It was the same door Jackson had walked through when he first arrived. Finley smiled and thought, you won't ever be walking through that door again, you can be sure of that.