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

You take the silver bangle from Tina's hand and slide it into the pocket of your robe.  Tina reciprocates by handing you a clipboard.

On it is an Excel spreadsheet listing all the girls in your harem.  It includes their weights from six months ago (the day you, Morgan, and Anastasia were imprisoned), their current weights, and their weights at the ends of each month in between.  It also includes notations about the girls' attitudes, fitness, and the various chemical enhancements used to accentuate their growth.

"Incredible," you say, eying the current numbers.  Officer Morgan is listed at 350 pounds while Anastasia, who had already gained a fair amount during her original tenure, is over 500.

"Thank you," Tina says, puffing her plumped-up chest.  "Though I can't take all the credit.  The extra hormones really made the extra whores moan."

You smirk as you run your finger down the final column.  "Wait, Tabitha lost weight?  How is that possible?"

Tina slumps in her seat, causing a delectable double-chin to form.   "I thought you understood business?  For six months we were operating with a skeleton crew."

"You're far from a skeleton."

"Ha, ha," Tina monotones.  "I put my efforts into growing and expanding other...bodies...of the company.  Besides, I wanted to keep your precious Tabitha pristine.  No chemicals or growth hormones, just 100% natural FTA beef."

"FTA?"

"Feeder Tina Approved."  Tina smiles and gestures towards the last monitor.  It's zoomed in on Tabitha's pretty face, which stares blankly past the camera towards an unseen TV, the light from which flickers across her features like electric candlelight.  "Don't worry," Tina continues.  "She's fatter than ever.  Her muscles have turned to mush.  She spends all day playing video games and watching soaps.  Who knows?  Maybe she lost a couple of pounds-worth of IQ points?  Anyway, just be happy there was as much growth as there was.  Over 150% if you remove Tabitha from the equation."

"And you."

"Did any of your employees actually enjoy working for you?  Maybe now that you're back in the fat fold you can do some of the heavy lifting."  Tina runs an index finger back and forth along a delicate crease near her naval.  "And I can focus on giving you something heavy to lift."

What's next on the agenda?