chapter 4

Suddenly several robotic arms reached down from the ceiling and began speeding towards him. He gasped as they approached, but they stopped short of him and began grabbing items of food out of the blackness. The first one approached and stuffed a treat into his open mouth. A large cream-filled snack cake of some kind. The cleverly designed clamp around his head began moving his jaw and massaging his throat forcing his to chew and swallow, chew and swallow. He ate it so fast only the squishy sweetness told his it was cream-filled. The woman looked on with approval, " How was that , that was the test piece and you did womderful! I bet you are very hungry! " She pressed another button on the Pad.
The next set of hands had two platters pilled high with delicious German meats, potatoes and sourbretten and Sauerkraut. They tasted so good as he uncontrollably wolfed them down. Two sets of the hands cut up the sausages and stuffed them in his mouth. The familiar feeling of a binge was beginning to comfort him and he began to relax, letting the machine stuff him silly and satisfy his hunger. The women looked on with approval and increased the speed of the feeding. The machines picked up the pace and he gasped for breath between mouthfuls as his lips were smothered by an entire Knockwurst than a Vienna sussage, being inserted into his mouth, occupying two of the robotic hands in order to hold up the large platter as they crammed the large fat sausage down his gullet. More and more food followed from a seemingly endless supply.
"I think it is time for some nice ice cream with topping to wash it down." The woman said as she pressed another button on her pad. The arms put down the tray's of sausages and food and Brought out an enormous ice cream Sunday. Two arms had spoons attached as they shoved in the large treat into his fat chubby cheeks.
From ice cream sandwiches to 1/2 gallon tubs of ice cream, even an entire tube of whipped topping was squeezed almost straight down his throat, followed by a whole submarine sandwich piled high with sliced meats that was so big it took nearly all the hands to hold up. He was devouring a huge feast at an unbelievable speed, never in his life had he eaten this much.
The woman watched grinning, as the machine shoveled Jaegerschnitze
Apple Turnovers German chocolate cake, and more into Jack's gaping mouth. He had thick creamy white sauce, jam and crumbs all over his chin and spilling down onto his vast belly. His eyes had glazed over and his face showed a wide open mouthed grin as the machine forced his to devour fattening snack after fattening snack, all his favorite foods one after another. He almost seemed in a trance, drunk from the ecstasy of food. But something was happening to Jack's body. "I'm off to bed now, but your two hour feeding sessions won't be affected, as this is a time controlled feeding apparatus. After your first gallon,and then in two hours, it will realise another gallon, and every two hours after that will continue to feed you, while I sleep"
She gave me a very seriously look, almost a hint of concern
"You mustn't stop swallowing, or choke on it, because if you do I won't be around to help you. I will be next door dreaming of you growing larger and rounder" and with that she smiled a wicked smile, which made me think she had a spilt personality, a good and bad side.
"As for now, there is only escape option you have now, you're too big to run, too tired to fight, giving up is the only way out now"
What was this, one second she was a perfectly helpful woman, and now, she was imagining potentially choking me to death whilst feeding me up, smiling as she said this.

And with that she released the valve which quickly fed me my meal, and I swallowed to keep up with the pace, my gut protesting even after the first swallow, and feeling my skin rub tight against the table, I looked down and saw my gut expand slightly with each swallow, now I thought about it, I think I may explode tonight.
The woman woke me 4 hours later, she was stroking my gut, inspecting me, then saw I was awake.
"Poor fatty, does it hurt?" She said with a mocking smile "Good" she said "good, I want it restricting, I want all the food I give you to balloon you out, keeping this belly tight"
She patted it gently, and I moaned in pain. She could tell I was suffering now.The woman admired me and the work she had accomplished on me, then stood up and walked round to the back end of the chair.