chapter 3

"Good Morning Sleepy-head!" Bernard's voice is starting to feel familiar and makes me happy. I like waking up to it, even though I dont usually feel all there because of the drugs. But today it feels like most of it has wore off, and I can feel alot more of my body. I feel that heavy blanket on me again pushing my body deeper into the reclined chair. This time the blanket is heavier. It takes a few moments to recall yesterdays events, then I remember the giant lasaugnia and burgers, the deep fried butter and bowl of caramel i shoved down my mouth. What a pig. Such a glutton. But Bernard is encouraging me so I am going to do it and push my limits. My eyes open and I am ready to start my day.
"Let's begin our daily routine now that you seem to be getting settled in" He smiled as he took the tube out of my mouth. The machine must have been off for a while because I can feel my stomach is not full anymore, all of the fat has worked its way out of my stomach to all over my body.
"Each morning we will have our routine measurements to see the progress you are making. Can you sit up for me please?"
I am so happy he didnt ask me to stand, I feel so lazy and groggy from eating so much and I dont want to exhert myself. I feel some extra thickness around my shoulders and arms, which makes it a little trickier than usual to pull myself up on the armrests to sit up straight, then I notice something. As I look down I feel a double chin forming on my neck, which surprised me but then I lookes at my belly. That thick layer of fat looks like it has tripled in thickness from overnight! Bernard noticed as well.
"Wow, look at you! You seem to be getting a little tubbier, eh?" He teased me and patted my gut, making the fat surrounding it jiggle. It seemed to please him, so I gave him a smile, which he returned.
Bernard took the measuring tape and took measurements around my belly, neck, legs, and arms. He made notes as he went. Then he took the calipers and pinched my stomach. The fat squished around as he tried to find the thickest amount to grab and I giggled a little. He looked amused as he compared his notes to another sheet.
"Very nice, you have gained about 4 inches of fat and its distributing pretty even all over your body. I can see a pattern forming with the fat distribution in the torso. It looks like we will have the most results around there. I hope you like a big tummy, because that seems to be where the fat likes to stay the most after its comsumption and hydration proccess.
I dont seem to really have a choice in the matter so I nod. I am about to lie back down when Bernard stops me.
"Hold on, you have some breakfast to get to first. And I have a special type of cake platter for your next meal" I am intrigued about the surprise and excited for my next meal. I have to get through this first though.
"I want to get through this one quickly so I can see what you have in store!" I smile. So does Bernard. "That's what I like to hear! I'll be here if you need help finishing this one."
He watches me as I consume 2 stacks of buttery pancakes, 5 large sausages, and a large tub of cottage cheese.
I saw they had a sugary fruit juice, the kind that you dislute with water so its not too sugary. I wanted to impress Bernard like I did with the bowl of caramel, so I made a request during my feeding.
"Bernard, the water in the fruit juice seems like a waste of space. Can you just give me the un dililuted cans instead?"
I watched his eyes light up. "You keep surprising me! I wanted to make sure you were always enjoying your meals, so I decided to not make everything too condensed. But if you request it, I can grant that."
I nodded happily, feeling like a good pig.
While he was gone, I worked on my meal. There were slabs of butter to melt over the pancakes along with a large jug of syrup , enough to drown 5 stacks of pancakes, which seemed excessive. Input a slab on each pancake and drenched them all in the syrup. All that extra sugar and fat made them easier to slide down into my stomach. But there was still a half jug left. I really loved the taste of the syrup... And I doubt anyone would judge me harshly here... I took the cap off the jug and guzzled the syrup down until it was empty. Bernard returned with 2 cans of condensed juice just in time to see me finish the jug. He looked cheerful. "I was hoping you would do that." He set the juice cans down for me. I took a can and began drinking. The taste caught me off guard and I took the car away from my lips. "What is that taste?" I asked.
"Absinthe." Bernard replied. "Its a very strong taste when the juice isnt diluted so I added a little something to make it better. Just a little extra credit for the extra initiative youve been putting in."
I finished the 2 cans. The alcohol was very strong in it, I would guess he put about 4 ounces in each can. My head was already beginning to spin.
I laid back onto the chair. A few inches of fat cushions my back and squishes around a little as I get myself comfortable. I must be getting pretty drunk because I didnt even realize Bernard fastening the mask around my mouth again. "How can I put more into my stomach when I am so full?" I slurred.
"Well, youve been a trooper so far. Youre up to 230 now and I want to see if you can get to 300 by next week. The drunkness should help you feel less, just like the drugs. Do you think you can handle the feeder on for another round?"
I groaned but then I nodded.
"Good. I cant wait to see you proccess all this into fat." He flipped the machine on and the chugging sounds began.
I finished the feeding after an hour and was drunkenly watching my body grow before my eyes. It was trickier than usual to lift my arms and I watched as my gut began to spill over my thighs. The chair was beginning to feel tight around me.
In the evening, Bernard returned with a large bowl of spahetti, 2 sliced loaves of a thick bread, a brick of butter to spread on the bread, and his special cake.
It took me 4 tries to sit up and put myself into a seated position. Bernard seemed to enjoy seeing me struggle because he knew that meant I was getting fatter.
"This cake is an even more condensed version of the dehydrated fat and sugar product that youve been consuming. Make sure you eat it slowly and drink in between since it will convert to fat as quick as that substance. Its chocolate flavoured, too."
I was already full from the 2 loaves of bread and a half bowl of spaghetti.
"I dont thinknI can finish it myself this time... Theres no room" I pleaded.
Bernard came over and started to help me. He tilted the giant spagetti bowl and shoved it down my throat.

I will finish this chapter later!! :)