Chapter 2 - the cycle continues

I awake from my food coma in a daze, slowly fading back into reality.

All I want to do is leave.

But I can't leave. Leaving would mean pain. Not to mention the fact that I am held here by clamps. Even if I escaped the chair I am strapped to, the door is locked.

The television flickers back to life.

"Welcome back to reality, pig. You were asleep for three hours. Now it is time to eat again."

The headphones come back onto my head with the messages encouraging me to become fat, as the all-too-familiar mechanisms descend from the ceiling.

This time, the flavor is chocolate.

After about fifteen minutes, the machine shuts off when I am stuffed to the maximum. I pass out again after it retracts.

I wake up some time later, hoping my next feeding won't be for a while. Still painfully full, I notice I have a slightly thicker body. I still have a muscular physique, but it is slowly fading into darkness, just like my hopes of ever leaving this place.

I also notice that there is a second television screen in the wall now, just above the other one. It has my current weight on it of 141 pounds. I have already gained a pound! This is very troubling news. I don't see a way to escape, though. I am still clamped down, like usual, and the door is locked, like usual.

The other television is blank, like my chances of ever leaving this place. I shudder thinking of what my master wants me to be. Exhausted, from all this thinking, I fall asleep.

I wake up again later. Time has become blurred, I no longer can no longer determine how long I have been here. The only way I could see that happening is if I had a clock of some sort, which does not appear to be the case. Maybe the television will let me know someday.

As per usual, the television tells me to eat, and I do. I think I am slowly increasing my stomach size, because it feels like I am slowly being able to eat more and more. There are no noticeable increases to my size.

I am beginning to become addicted to the sweet substance pouring out of my feeding tube. Today's flavor was mint. I don't know how much I ate, but it was a lot. Even after only three days, I feel like I can eat more.

I fall asleep.

I assume you know what happens next. Also, you may realize that I am alive to tell this story. Sometime in the future. At least you know my story ends happily, but I'll stop breaking the fourth wall and start eating.

I, again, feel like I can stuff myself for slightly longer. The machine always shuts off when I am about at the maximum fullness I can possibly be.

The television with my weight displays 143 pounds. Not a significant increase, but it is still an increase. An increase that will be multiplied over time. Yes, I hear the readers complaining, we know you will get fat. But you don't know my story. My story becomes twisted, like a vine, that slowly wraps around your heart and then crushes it. Well, time to get back to story time. I already talked too much to you in this manner. Yes, I must only talk to you as the kidnapped me of so long ago.