The Harem on the Hill (Part LII) (Patreon)

You close the cotton curtain on your manhood, but it immediately pokes its head through again.  It's stiff and restless after six months' captivity and unwilling to be ignored.  Of course, Tina's cleavage isn't helping the situation, nor is her sly smile.

"Business first," you blurt after battening down your pitched tent with the tie of your robe.

"Fine."  Tina sighs and leans back in her chair.  "Do you like your gift?"

"I do."  You glance at monitor three, where Bernadette Muncy dozes peacefully in her comfy recliner.  It reminds you of the evenings you used to surveil her home.  All that's missing is a pet at her feet.  "Did you use the gas on her, too?"

"No.  I reserved that for very special guests."

"Like me."

Tina doesn't respond.

"What else did you give Morgan?"

"The works."

"Jesus, Tina.  Some of that stuff hasn't been properly tested."

"Well, now it has."

"Any side effects?"

Tina smiles. "Excessive weight gain."

"I'm serious."

"What am I, a lab technician?  All I know is Morgan got weaker, uglier, hairier, smellier, and dumber.  If your fancy pharmaceuticals had a hand in that then I'd say they worked like a charm."

You run your hand down the length of your face.  "I don't want a harem full of fat, mindless zombies."

"So you'll have one...maybe two.  The rest are 100% organic beef.  Homegrown and grease-fed just the way you like them."  Tina turns to monitor three.  "Ms. Muncy's only been here two weeks.  Long enough to get conditioned, but not long enough to get out of condition.  She's a squeaky-clean slate."

"What about you?"

Tina presses a button along the base of the monitor.  Its picture snaps to Morgan's bedroom, where the out-of-shape officer turtles naked on the floor.  "She called me a fat fuck," Tina says.  "She called me a pathetic tub of lard."  Morgan clutches the bed for support, only to have an avalanche of sheets tumble down on top of her.  "Who's the pathetic tub of lard now?"

Tina switches off the monitor and the image of Morgan buried in bedding fades from view.

"I didn't intend to lose weight," Tina says, spinning back to you.  "But Morgan made it easy.  She was the best diet ever.  Every time I felt like eating junk food, Morgan ate it for me.  It was slow-going at first--the bitch was hard-headed and even harder-bodied--but then I discovered your pleasure chest..."  Tina puffs her cheeks and extends her arms like they're on a giant inflating balloon.  "Don't worry though," she continues.  "I didn't keep her drugged the whole time.  I made sure she was completely cogent when she ate the donut that pushed her weight past mine."

You say nothing.  There's a moment of silence, then Tina clears her throat and grabs a clipboard from the desk--

"Speaking of weights, I prepared a spreadsheet for you on the girls.  Would you like to see it?  Or is there someone you'd like a more detailed report on?"

How do you respond?