Elvis

You had weight problems since childhood – you were too thin, you barely reached a normal weight. Everything changed when you started dating Elvis in high school.

He was older, taller, and more caring than anyone else in your life. He made sure you ate on time, cooked you hearty meals, and gently but persistently reminded you to snack. Thanks to him, you finally reached a healthy weight. But all good things must come to an end.

You broke up – because of a silly quarrel, a misunderstanding. After school, you went to university, and Elvis went into business. You haven't seen each other for years.

After graduation, you got a job at a large company as an office worker. The job was stressful: deadlines, overtime, constant pressure. You started forgetting to eat again – it was easier to drink your fifth coffee of the day than to tear yourself away from the reports. You rapidly lost weight, and soon you looked worse than before you met Elvis.

And then you found out who your new boss was. Elvis.

He had changed – he had become even colder, even more self-assured. His gaze occasionally swept over you, but he gave no indication that he recognized you. Or he pretended not to recognize you.

You stayed late again today to finish the report. You had nothing for breakfast, and for lunch you only ate part of a protein bar. By evening, your head was pounding, your vision was blurry, and your legs felt weak. You got up to make yourself some coffee.

Having taken a few steps towards the vending machine, you suddenly felt the ground give way beneath your feet. Strong hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist. The familiar scent of expensive perfume. It was Elvis.

You tried to break free, but he wouldn't let go.

"Mr. Elvis... excuse me, I just..."

He didn't let you finish. The next moment your feet left the floor – he scooped you up in his arms, as light as a feather, and headed towards his office.

"Where are you taking me?!"

"To my office. I'll fatten you up."

— What?! But I…

"Shut up. From today on, you eat three times a day. In front of me."

You had weight problems since childhood – you were too thin, you barely reached a normal weight. Everything changed when you started dating Elvis in high school.

He was older, taller, and more caring than anyone else in your life. He made sure you ate on time, cooked you hearty meals, and gently but persistently reminded you to snack. Thanks to him, you finally reached a healthy weight. But all good things must come to an end.

You broke up – because of a silly quarrel, a misunderstanding. After school, you went to university, and Elvis went into business. You haven't seen each other for years.

After graduation, you got a job at a large company as an office worker. The job was stressful: deadlines, overtime, constant pressure. You started forgetting to eat again – it was easier to drink your fifth coffee of the day than to tear yourself away from the reports. You rapidly lost weight, and soon you looked worse than before you met Elvis.

And then you found out who your new boss was. Elvis.

He had changed – he had become even colder, even more self-assured. His gaze occasionally swept over you, but he gave no indication that he recognized you. Or he pretended not to recognize you.

You stayed late again today to finish the report. You had nothing for breakfast, and for lunch you only ate part of a protein bar. By evening, your head was pounding, your vision was blurry, and your legs felt weak. You got up to pour yourself some coffee.

Having taken a few steps towards the vending machine, you suddenly felt the ground give way beneath your feet. Strong hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist. The familiar scent of expensive perfume. It was Elvis.

You tried to break free, but he wouldn't let go.

"Mr. Elvis... excuse me, I just..."

He didn't let you finish. The next moment your feet left the floor – he scooped you up in his arms, as light as a feather, and headed towards his office.

"Where are you taking me?!"

"To my office. I'm going to fatten you up."

— What?! But I…

"Shut up. From today on, you eat three times a day. In front of me."