chapter 5

5

"Wake up, FATTY," Pi's voice says sweetly, almost proud, if also a little cheekily. She opens her eyes. the light is bright. Arrial lifts her head, and then her shoulders, but she is pushed lightly back down.
"No tubby, food first."
She is fed by hand, delicious things, real food. She is dimly aware of a monitor displaying some keys and moving graphs. She feels intense pleasure from this feeding, from being fed. This is new, yet she doesn't even recognize it as such. As she eats, she feels happy, alive, and aroused, for many reasons that don't make sense to her logically, but which she no longer cares about, as they do very much instinctually. She eats for a long time, much longer than she would, so recently it seems, have thought possible herself, before she is full. But then she is coaxed to eat more, and begins feeling even better as she does. In fact, as the pain in her tummy begins, and then grows slowly, her enjoyment grows proportionally faster. When the vibrations in the device between her legs starts, she loses control, and succumbs, and soon she is eating, swallowing, and cumming in a rhythm that lasts for a long time. She doesn't know when it ends, as they put her out in the middle of her twenty-something-th orgasm.
The second day, they actually let her get up. She feels so tired, so lethargic, they don't even have her walk, just stand, and then sit back down in an oversized, overstuffed wheelchair. Her arms squish oddly against it.
"Come on fatty, time to fill that belly." her shirt is lifted up and her new belly fat falls out with a little plop, spreading just a little over an inch over her lap. "My tummy touches my lap" She says, nearly a question, with some confusion between grogginess, insecurity, and an odd, but extremely intense emotion: a kind of... joy. Fulfillment. A sensation of complete satisfaction and happiness that should make her instantly nauseous. It doesn't. She wants to feels sick when she recognizes it, but already her body and keepers won't even allow her that.
"Your FAT tummy touches it" She hears Pi say with a kind hearted and happy laugh, and she is happy too, as it is lifted and lightly shaken and plopped back down, only to be pinched gently and shaken again, she feels the sensation of joy increase immensely and spread through her loins, immediately erupting them in a fire of passion and lust. And as she looks down, she feels, even through the insecurity, an odd sense of... pride.
She not allowed to use the silverware, but is 'forced' to eat with her hands. More than not minding, she is surprised to find this very much to her disanxiety, and she eats happily and, though not without shame, joyfully in spite of it. She knows she feels drugged, but can't focus enough to recognize it.
She is awake for two weeks this time, fed by hand often, climaxing often, and encouraged to be as idle and sedentary as possible. She is no longer bound at all physically. All her bindings now, all she'll ever need, are on her mind, as well as ever-increasingly on her body. The rare time she walks, she often finds herself being stuffed and pleasured as soon as she is sedentary again, and then immediately is 'helped' to sleep.
The last three days are again grueling, relatively speaking to her new obscene inactivity, but even on the last day she 'runs', really waddles in pain, as her greased thighs jiggle past each other and against her fat hanging bottom cheeks, belly and breasts jiggling violently and smacking against her, barely a mile and a half over half an hour. She feels intensely nauseous the entire time. The final speech given to her before she again finds herself amidst intensely pleasurable dreams of eating and fattening, cumming and being taken care of, talks to her in a degrading way that seems to turn her on even more, and mentions how she has now allowed herself to be turned into a fat girl, through and through, and how much she would enjoy her new life, which anyone else would pity, maybe even despise, she would simply eat and cum and eat and cum forever. She was 161 when she woke up, and is 171 as she falls once more into sleep. Her conditioning, her anticonditioning, is complete.