PREVIOUSLY ON FAT STEVE:

Erica looked up to Ian's face, “When we get to Rome, will we be safe?”

“Yes, I promise that once we get to Rome, we'll be safe”

Can Ian keep his promise? Let's find out....

“Erica? Erica? Erica, wake up!”

“Huh? What?”, Erica found herself resting on Ian's crotch, “Oh my god! I am SO sorry Ian.”

“Nah it's fine, my pleasure” he winked at her.

The pair soon found themselves leaving the plane, collecting their items, and exiting the airport.

“Ok, so, where do we go now?” asked Erica.

“Ummmm.... I have no idea, I guess we should stay in a hotel for a while.”

“Well there's one right across the road, shall we-?”

“Yeah sure, ladies first.” they both laughed.

“Do you know any Italian?”

Erica shook her head.

“Shit....”

“No worries sir and madam, I speak perfect English, how can I help you?” interrupted the smiling receptionist.

“Yes, a twin room please.” said a thankful Ian.

“Certainly sir, let me just check the system....”

Erica pulled out a pocket mirror from her handbag and started redoing her makeup whilst waiting.

“.... Oh, i'm sorry sir, we're out of twin rooms.”

“Oh.... well do you have anything else?”

“THE HONEY ROOM SUITE!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”

“I'm sorry Erica, but it's all they had.”

“No, no, i'm not angry,” Erica put her arms around Ian, “I'm just surprised.... How romantic!” She giggled.

“Yeah....” Ian walked uncomfortably into the bathroom, leaving Erica kissing the air.

Erica sat back on the King Bed and started sobbing gentley.
Thoughts were wizzing round her head; “How did it come to this? I was just a boy who owed a little money, and look at me now...”
She had started to notice that her voice was becoming naturally higher, and her body much more feminine since the plane trip....

Ian stepped out of the bathroom, “I'm sorry love, I just really needed to take a leak. So.... how about we do a bit of sightseeing?”

Erica wiped her eyes and grinned.

“What. A. Day.” Erica collapsed onto the King Bed, “Thankyou so much for such a magical day Ian, I really needed that.”

“My pleasure, sweetcheeks.” He walked over to the bar and started pouring drinks.

Now, usually, when Ian said something like 'sweetcheeks' to her, Erica would get an instant hard-on. But this time, it was different.

“I'm just going to.... powder my nose.” Erica said, as she backed into the bathroom.

Ian simply smiled and carried on making the complex cocktails.

But while Ian was making them, Erica was having trouble finding hers....

“Where's it gone?” Erica mumbled as she looked into the mirror with her skirt and panties down.

Where her penis used to be laid a.... vagina?

Ian banged on the door; “Is everything alright in there doll?”
What would have brought the old Erica an erection now bought her something very different.... her panties, which she had pulled up in a hurry, started to get unmistakably moist.
The first thought running through her mind is that she had wet herself, but the arousal she felt suggested something else....

Erica stormed out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, and once again collapsed onto the King Bed.

“I need to take these things off”, she pulled at her fake breasts.

Ian simply observed, in the corner, with his arms folded.

“Wait, they're not coming off, what the f-”

“Erica!?” Ian interrupted, “Do you have my pills?”

“Ummmm.... no.” replied a tearful Erica.

“OH! PERFECT!” Ian banged at a wall.

“I'm sorry, I.... They just.... Slipped right up-”

“Oh no, no, no, no. You've got it all wrong, i'm not angry, infact... i'm ecstatic! Everything has gone to plan.” Ian grinned menacingly.

Erica, still red around the eyes, crawled toward the edge of the bed, “W....w.....what do you mean, Ian? …..... Ian? ….... IAN!? What was in those pills!? …...... Answer me!” Erica was screaming, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Ian simply watched over her, looking modestly chuffed.

Then....
Everything turned dark.

“Wakey, wakey. Sleeping beauty.”

Now, you can't imagine how horrible it is to wake up to a gun staring you in the face, but i'll tell you this.... IT AIN'T PRETTY!

“Wh....wh....where am I?” Erica's eyes darted around the darkened room. She was no longer in the honeymoon suite, but somewhere much more dark and sinister....

“Why hello there Erica, we meet again.” A large hand rubbed against her cheek, she tried to pull away but it was hopeless, she was tied up tight.

“Who are you? I....I....Ian?” stuttered Erica.

“Oh no....” the mysterious man stepped out of the shadows, “Tis I..... Fat Steve!”

“SHIT!” exclaimed Erica, the man who she had been running from all this time, how did he find her?

“I know what you're thinking,” he put his fat, dirty hand under her chin, “How did I find you when you are disguised so.... brilliantly.”

Erica didn't respond.

“Well.... you see, you've been set up!” Fat Steve let out one of his trademark 'bad guy' laughs.
“You should have trusted no-one Eric, or should I say..... Erica.”

Erica remained silent.

“From the moment you tried to save that cat from falling, you've been set up. For you see, I put that cat up in that tree, I purposely parked where I knew you'd fall, I knew you couldn't afford to pay me back so I knew that in desperation you would go to the job centre.... that I own!”

Erica started whimpering, she couldn't act brave anymore.

“Then you met Mr. Wright, yes? Well he and I both knew that you would try to escape, and that's when you met your good friend Ian am I right? And I bet he told he was an ex-Job Centre worker, yes?”

Erica nodded.

“Well that's because he got a promotion last week.... to one of MY henchmen.”

Erica shook her head, “No that can't be true, Ian disguised me and helped me escape.”

“No dear, that's just what he made you think. In retrospect, he simply lead you into my trap. As soon as he knew what flight you were both taking, he told me it.”

Erica continued to shake her head, “No, no, no, it can't be....”

“And those pills he gave you? They were a little something to make you into the fully functioning female I desired.”

Erica could no longer put any words together.

“Since they were a suppository, I just needed someone to knock them in whilst you were holding them in your rectum.” he pointed to his left, “That's where my other henchman; Diego came in.”

The short, latino man simply nodded; keeping his concentration on holding his gun at Erica.

“For you see, this plan was all to make you.... My daughter.”

Erica had a coughing fit, “You.... you what?”

“Yes, it's true, i've never found love and my biological clock is nearing it's last tick. So I decided to adpot, I guess, in my own little way.”

Erica was once again drowning in tears through disbelief.

“I located you as a boy in desperate need, I thought I could offer you a better life, but I didn't want a son.... No, a son would get too strong, he would try and take me down. I just needed a daughter to carry on my name.”

Erica looked to Fat Steve's left to find Ian, standing motionless and like Diego; holding a gun at her. She frowned and looked back at Fat Steve.

“Now does helping a poor boy have a better life really make me so evil?” yet again, Fat Steve let out a menacing laugh.

He then moved right up close to Erica, so that she could feel his cyanide breathe against her neck.

“So how about it. Will you become Erica Moore, the daughter of and heir to Steve Moore's fortune?”

“Never.” Erica hissed.

Fat Steve stepped back a few paces; “Well.... now you say that, it makes me hate you....” he pressed a pistol against Erica's forehead.

“So, what's it going to be; the life of luxury? .... Or a death without dignity?

TO BE CONTINUED, TOMORROW, IN THE FINAL INSTALMENT OF THE 'FAT STEVE' SAGA ....