Justice for Cutie

I be the first to admit, that I want Cutie to be my **** not only for purely altruistic purposes. But that doesn't mean I didn't feel genuine anger at what Gina did to him. Gina might have very well ruined his entire career if I didn't happen to intervene. But he will get his retribution, just you wait.

It was on Day 12 of our Daily weight session, or the 15. Day of me taking control of Gina.

“Uh! Good job, Gina you finally overtook Marcie!” Susan cooed, while pinching a bit of Gina's newly acquired body fat. “Who is a good little chubby? You are, yes you are!”

In response to that Gina was sobbing hysterically. I don't think she was faking it this time.

In truth, it was a bit of an overreaction. Gina started out at a skin and bones level of 100 Pounds. Now she was at 120. That wasn't fat, not even chubby. It was normal.

Of course due to the excessive weight gain, she did develop somewhat of a small belly. But even that was cute in its own way.

“Lets aim for 130 by next week! I'm sure you can do it!”, said Susan with glee.

“Actually” I smiled. “I have a way for you to prevent further weight gain.”

Susan looked at me as if I just used the word “literally” wrong, but I reassured her that this was all according to plan.

As expected Gina was eager to seize this opportunity. “H-How?”

“Well..there is someone I want you to apologize.”