chapter 2

It feels like an eternity has passed. I have been in and out of conciousness a few times and it feels as if my belly has continued to expand. It has grown an extra inch of thickness from what I feel and I am barely able to feel my bones underneath the squishy layer on my body. I dont know if it is the drugs or the physical weight, maybe it is both, but it seems hard to move, as if I have a heavy blanket on my body. Inside my heavy body something begins to grow stronger - a pang of hunger. So much time must have passed since Bernard was last in, I am starving and need to eat badly.
A growl from my stomach managed to open my heavy eyes and I search around for food. A few moments later, the door opens.
"Why hello, how are you feeling?" Bernards warm voice greeted me.
"I have already taken your phase 1 measurements earlier after your first breakfast of the product. You are just shy of 200lbs, which is not bad considering that you put on 12 pounds for breakfast, but your body will probably fluctuate up and down and I want to make sure you put on weight that is going to stay. The goal is to be over 200 by the end of today... That being said, are you ready to have lunch?"
Lunch? I thought more time has passed than that. How am I still hungry after all this weight gain? But I dont ask any questions, I nod my head.
"Good man." He rolls the tray table into my room to reveal an interesting lunch. It looks to be a delicious lasaugnia, the type that looks like a brick because its so dense with cheeses and pasta. Beside it a burger sandwiched between donut buns, and some breaded shapes beside a large bowl of thick caramel. Bernard noticed my gaze at the food.
"The sticks are deep fried butter sticks. They are a delicasy and also extremely fattening when you combine it with our thick sugary caramel sauce."
I take a bite and the butter hit my mouth in one big rush. It was definitely butter-tasting, which wasnt bad but when I scooped the thick caramel on top, the entire plate was gone in under 2 minutes. Bernard looked impressed, I felt the need to please him. I barely had time for breath and looked at the remaining caramel. Seeing as their concept for mass weight gain was combining massive quantities of fats and sugars, finishing the caramel bowl seemed a step in the right direction. I scooped it all into my mouth and essentially drank it all as if it was a glass of water.
"Wow, that was just dessert too! Ill be intrigued to see what you can do with the rest..." He beckoned to the full tray of lasaugnia and 2 burgers still waiting for me. I ate the burgers with barely any time to chew and enjoy them, although I could taste the mayonaise and icing glaze on the donut part. Was it just me or have I started liking the tase of fat? I scooped up a brick of lasaugnia with my hand and shoved it into my face. I am already full but I want to see how much food I can eat. Looks like only half of the tray. I lean back and hold my bloated belly.
"You're not giving up are you?" Bernard looked uo from his notes. He looked very smart with the reading glasses he was wearing today.
"I tried but I cant fit any more food in right now ..."
"Oh but you must! My job is to be sure you finish what is given." He sat down beside me and touched my chubby tired cheeks with his one hand. The other hand held a large piece of the extra carb extra fat lasaugnia. "It will get easier though".
He pushes the foot down into my mouth. I had no chance to chew or taste and just swallowed. He did this again and my belly felt like it was going to burst. Another piece and I feel so sick, but I dont want to throw up ansmd dissappoint him.
"No more! I cant!" I blubber through another brick of lasaugnia being shoves down my throat.
"Are you feeling okay? I dont want you to be uncomfortable in the proccess... You have 1 piece left. Can you show me how good you are and eat that all by yourself?"
I knew this was the last thing in my way, so I take the piece and slowly but surely finish it.
"That is it. I am done, I cant eat anymore..."
"That was a job well done. Did you know that food weighed about 8 pounds? That is a pretty good amount!" Bernard sounded just as proud as I should feel but I feel too sick... And now... Dizzy? I move my head to look around and realize Bernard was discarding a needle. He must have just injected another cocktail into my IV again.
He walked away and began setting up that machine that was in the corner. He rolled it over and started pushing a few buttons.
"What are you doing now?"
Bernard spoke as he worked on the machine. He fastened an attatchment from the machine into a tap on top of a plastic barrel. "This is another round of our product to see how it affects your body after a full meal." He then took the tube hanging above me and hooked it into the machine.
No... I tried to my head no, but my head slumped groggily on my chest. Bernard seemed like he understood though.
"Dont worry, it is really not bad. Your stomach has been stretched a couple times now, and this stuff will make you hungrier as time goes on as it continues to stretch your stomach and make you grow bigger. Youll need more and more to support your body mass. This is what we will work on over a period of time. This machine will have you consume a steady amount of the product, then periodically water will be consumed to cause the hydration reaction. That is how we will get you enormous over time." He gently placed the tube in my mouth and secured the mask around my head. I feel myself slipping from the concious world. I try to say "no" one more time but then he flicks a button and turns a dial down. A chug------------chug-------------chug------------- chug sound slowly pumps that sugar fat solution through the tube down my throat.
My stomach was already full but it felt like the dehydrated fat substance melted and filled every empty space that was in my stomach, melting all the food together. A few minutes later and every space was full in my stomach. The chug----------chug---------chug---------chug sounds stopped. A moment later I felt a bit of squishing on my stomach. Opening my heavy eyes, I see Bernard rubbing my tummy and squishing it around with his hands every now and then. This felt relieving and relaxing, almost intimate... And it also felt like he was helping the mixture spreading away from my hard tumor of a stomach. This must have gone on for about 15 minutes, I couldnt really know for sure how much time had actually passed. Then the machine made a different noise, a soft buzzing noise. Water slowly filled the tube and I swallowed it into my still-full but loosened up stomach. A minute of filling, then I could feel the reaction happening again. The bubbling sensation spread from my stomach to all across my body, and I had a tingling sensation as I felt the fat accumulating everywhere. Bernard seemed amazed by the proccess. He kept his hands on my belly and felt as the bloat transferred into soft thick flab.
"This looks fantastic," He seemed happy. "The scale on the chair reads 217! That means youve consumed almost 40lbs of food and fat since yesterday! And it looks to be slowly climbing a t a rate of 1 pound every 10 minutes! We will not be bringing dinner tonight because we want to research how the meal affects you. But I promise you will always be full. I am looking forward to measuring you in the morning!"
I was lying on the chair with a very heavy euphoric sensation coursing through my fattening body... Then I conprehended what Bernard said. The morning? This machine is going to run until the morning? I am supposed to keep regularly comsuming this fatty sugar sludge until the morning? I wish I could say my thoughts on that matter but something in the iv is making me dizzy and dumb and goofy. My response is a drooling smile and a moan. Bernard smiled back, he closes the door. I roll my dizzy head back onto the headrest of the chair, and close my eyes. The slow chugging sound of the machine just turned back on to fill whatever bit of space I have. I am starting to like the feeling of my forever bloated stomach slowly processing the sludge to more and more fat around my body. I wonder what Ill be when I wake up...