“Wake up, number 416. It is time to begin your daily exercises.”

The man on the small bunk sat up and groaned, unsure of where he was…or even who he was. He was naked, aside from a padlocked piece of chain around his neck, and sitting up, he found himself in a small, cell like room, and went to the gated door, shaking it, finding it locked.

“416, begin your exercises, or you will be reprimanded,” the voice said.

“What–what exercises? 416? Is that me? Is that my name?”

“No speaking. Begin your exercises, 416.”

416 went over to the bag and found it full of leather gear and some rubber dildos. Of course! His exercises–how could he have forgotten? He grabbed a dildo and set it on a small stool found under the bed and began his squats, being sure to lift off the dildo completely between each repetition.

“Very good, 416. Master is pleased.”

Hearing that pleased 416 greatly, but he wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t really sure of anything, really. But Master was happy–and that was the most important thing, and would remain so for the rest of his life.

Something weird was up with Dennis’ brother, Bryan. After his bad breakup with Cindy a few weeks ago, he had started packing on the pounds suddenly, and soon after that, he started spending a lot of time in his room with the door closed, and more than once Dennis had heard moans coming from his room.

Late one night, a particularly loud squeal woke Dennis up in bed, and he knew he had to figure out what was going on with Bryan. He snuck down the hall, opened the door a crack and peeked inside–and saw his brother, fatter than Dennis had ever seen him, fucking his ass with a dildo. Dennis let out a gasp, a quiet one, but Bryan still heard him. 

The whole story came out then–how Cindy and her witch friends had cursed him to gain weight continuously, and he could only lose the weight by getting fucked. He swore Dennis to secrecy, and his little brother agreed, but Dennis had a plan. The next day, the dildo disappeared–from now on, Dennis would be fucking his asshole brother’s hole, unless Bryan wanted to be as big as a house in a week’s time.