Joe sat behind the glass partition, staring across at the petite young lady who’d come to visit him. It was the model from his art class. The one who’d purchased the painting from him.
‘How are you doing, Joseph?’
‘I’m fine. You don’t have to keep coming here, you know.’
‘I know. I like seeing you, though.’ She smiled at him in a practiced, seductive way meant to communicate that she wanted to do more than just see him.
Joe noticed that the woman had begun putting on weight. Her breasts, thighs, and hips all looked fuller, almost plump.
She caught Joe looking and smiled.
‘Do you like it?’ She stood up and turned around so that Joe could get a good look at her ass, which had also increased in size. It was still small but now it had some jiggle to it.
‘You look good.’
‘Good enough to eat?’
Joe didn’t reply.
‘What do you want?’
‘I just want to make sure that you’re being treated well, that you’re comfortable. I heard they were experimenting on you?’
‘Yes. I volunteered for the experiments. They are using serotonin inhibitors to suppress my urges, to help me with my addiction. Professor Locke is heading the experiment. He thinks it will get him a Nobel Prize if he can cure me.’
‘So? Is it working?’
‘I don’t know. I guess so. I don’t have the urges anymore. Not often, anyway. But then they keep me locked up and isolated all the time. No outside stimuli. Nothing to bring the urges on. Except for you. You’re my only visitor outside of doctors and media.’
‘Do you get urges when you look at me?’ There was an obvious excitement in her voice when she asked the question.
‘Yes,’ Joe replied without looking at her face. His eyes continued to roam her body. She was starting to look good. No longer the anemic waif he’d first met at his art class months ago. She’d obviously been studying up on him, learning more about the type of women he liked. A few more pounds and she’d be almost irresistible.
She’d started writing to him after the trial. At first there had just been questions and then the letters had turned almost pornographic, describing all the things she wanted to do to him and all the things she wanted him to do to her. She’d asked him to marry her on more than one occasion. She claimed she was in love, that she had been ever since the day she saw his portrait of her. Now she’d started putting on weight to make herself more appealing. And it was working.
Joe’s eyes landed on her breasts. That’s where the most dramatic change in her appearance had taken place. When he’d first seen her she’d had little or nothing up top but now the extra weight had caused her breasts to swell two or three cup sizes. They looked good, but something was wrong with them that Joe couldn’t quite grasp.
‘I brought you something. Something from me. To show you how much I care for you. How much I love you.’ She reached into her purse and pulled out a napkin. It was folded over to conceal something inside of it and there was blood soaked through it. The woman then reached over the glass partition and shoved it into Joe’s hand. He didn’t even bother to look at it.
He opened the napkin and dumped the contents into his mouth as the guards charged in to separate the two of them. They dragged the young model out of the room and tried to pry Joe’s mouth open, suspecting that she had passed him some type of narcotic.
One of the guards had his arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor and carrying her out of the room. Her shirt came up as she tried to wriggle out of their arms.
Joe suspected that she’d done it on purpose. Exposing herself for him. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which gave the other inmates a quick glimpse of her pert medium-sized breasts. Their howls and catcalls were cut short as they noticed that one of her nipples was missing.
An orgasm ripped through Joe’s loins as he chewed up the small pink lump of flesh and swallowed it.
