chapter 7: point of no return...

(First of all; sorry about the hiatus. My muse has been in and out like the wind. I haven't been able to nail much down. Thanks for your patience, though...)

The next few weeks were much the same, but Claire had taken to putting something in the food she fed Freija. Some new compound out of pharmaceutical that caused the wolf-girl to balloon out. In three weeks, Freija had gained fifty pounds, much to Claire's amusment.
Freija now sat on her bed, her pillowy thighs and rump cushioning her soft belly as thick arms stroked and probed the flesh. Over the past three weeks, she had managed to get squeezed back into her blue and gold gown, but now she was too large to take it off on her own... which seemed to suit Claire just fine.

Speaking of Claire, the woman walked in (with a bit more bounce to her step then normal) thus breaking Freija's concentration. It was time for the morning weigh-in. The wolf-girl blushed and grunted adorably as she hefted herself to her feet. Gravity bore down on her and she could feel herself wanting to flop back down.
But the material of her dress helped keep her upright - and was likely the only thing - its strange metamaterial composition evenly distributing her plump flesh, keeping it round and pillowy, and gently cradling her bulges.
With no small amount of effort, Freija sauntered wobblingly to the scale and waited. A digital readout appeared on the mirror in front of her, and Claire giggled as she cupped Freija's belly from behind.

"Four hundred and thirty two." She said and squeezed gently "do you know what that means?" The woman asked, moving her hands up the wolf-girl's body to cup her breasts and heft them slightly.

Of course Freija knew. She had been told numerous times leading up to this "I'm so fat now that the amount of calories I would need to consume for the energy to exercise exceeds the amount I would be able to burn off before it converts to more pillowy fat." She recited from memory with a giggle "in short; I'm past the point of no return." She added playfully.

"That's right." Claire replied and scratched behind Freija's ears, causing the obese wolf-girl to nuzzle into her hands with a pleasant smile "you're such a fatty that you won't be able to lose any of this beautiful pudge..." she added and took Freija's soft, round face in her hands "I think that calls for a celebration." She said and snickered.
Calmly guiding the obese wolf-girl out of the room, Claire had to brace and pull Freija through the door into the hallway, her hip were so wide she couldn't squeeze through on her own. Even once out in the hall, the rotund wolf-girl took up most of the space, blushing as she waddled, her hips and rump bumping along the smooth, wood-panelled walls. She even took up most of the elevator, once she was able to be squeezed in.

In the foyer, people actually stopped and stared. Strictly categorically speaking, even Claire was now what could be considered 'obese' but most simply watched in curious disgust as Freija huffed and waddled after her mistress, before struggling to squeeze her fat body out the front door.

Once on the street it was more of the same - people gawking and staring, shuffling out of the way in a hurry. Freija felt very exposed like this, but Claire simply giggled and smiled as she would take a few steps ahead, and wait patiently for her pet. Then take a few steps and wait. It took nearly an hour to walk a distance that only a few months ago took maybe twenty minutes.
Freija looked up and her ears instantly perked as she recognized where she was; the bakery that she had first been fed at in public. Claire snickered, leading her blushing, morbidly obese pet though the door.

What proceeded was an immense stuffing. By the end of it Freija could barely stand, let alone walk. She was used to the staring by now, and had learned to ignore the sniggering, and gasping, and whispering. Water off a duck's back, she told herself. Luckily, Claire had persuaded the clerks to let the two out the loading bay door, so as not to risk Freija vomiting. Then again, paying the exorbitant amount of cash to stuff her pet silly was the surest persuasion Claire had made, and then on top of that she ordered more for delivery.
The two took their time walking back to the penthouse, with Freija braced on her mistresses shoulder, wheezing and gurgling as her stomach churned and groaned in protest of motion. Once again the two had to use the loading bay door, and even the cargo elevator.

Squeezing Freija's jiggling, pillowy adipose through the door to the penthouse proved to be and adventure. One that Claire relished as she put her full weight behind pushing on her pet's massive rump.
With Freija stuck in the doorframe, Claire took a few moments to really feel the soft flesh through the silky material wrapping the wolf-girl's obese body. The way her flesh folded and rolled under her fingers, the way she wiggled and jiggled as she tried to break free. Claire stepped back to admire the work she had done on Freija's body, and imagined her getting too large to even stand.

Eventually the two got back in, and Freija seated on her bed, gently rubbing her belly as Claire slowly fed her more and more. This time it was actual food. Still fatty and fattening, but more healthy than just sugar and pastry...

***

It didn't take much longer for Freija to hit five-hundred pounds. At this point, Claire slowed down, not wanting to harm the wolf-girl's health. She wanted to keep her pet as happily fat for as long as possible. She even instituted an exercise regimen that kept Freija's muscles from atrophying.
The reward for which was, of course, more fattening food. The upswing to having Freija moving around meant that she could see the effect her fattening was having on the girl. Days were long, and hard, and nights were calming and relaxing as Claire washed and bathed her pet.

Claire's nights were long and fraught with trials of insanity as she worked with the pharmaceutical division in various experiments to create something that would let her fatten up Freija even more, without it adversely affecting her health.
Through her research, she had learned that Freija, like other animal girls, was much hardier physically than a modern human. At her current pace, she could push six hundred pounds without it affecting her too badly... aside the obvious lack of mobility that being six hundred pounds entailed...

The solution posed was an interesting one; bio-polymer supplements that would form a supporting mesh through her arteries and veins, keeping them from collapsing while filtering her blood. Bio-polymer cages around her organs and bones that would prevent them from being crushed and compressed under her own weight.
Special enzymes that could breakdown cholesterol and prevent her from getting clogged up. They could even wire up Freija's dress to electro-stimulate her muscles and keep her from having to continue risking injuring herself physically.

It all seemed so very sci-fi in description and application when Claire read through the lab reports. The problem posed was that testing it to be safe enough would take time. But lab results were looking good.

When the time came, Claire began adding the supplements to Freija's diet.

***

Freija groaned and her eyes fluttered in the light as she woke up. Grunting, the wolf-girl rocked back and forth, leveraging her weight until she could sit up in bed, and swing her meaty legs out from under the sheets. Oddly, she wasn't huffing the way she used to. Shrugging, she stood and waddled to her closet as Claire strode in, smiling warmly.
As she got dressed, Freija noted that she wasn't sweating, which struck her as odd. She chalked it up to the exercise doing her some good, and giggled and she stroked her belly, waddling over to the scale.
As the digital display ticked up, Freija noticed that she wasn't exhausted, she didn't ache...

... she still had difficulty moving but it was due to her immense size rather than being unable to keep herself going.

"Six hundred and three..." Claire stated and snickered as she hefted Freija's belly "how do you feel my sweet pet?" She asked with a smile.

Freija pondered the question for a moment before returning the woman's grin "I actually feel pretty good." Freija said excitedly and jiggled herself with a blush. "The new supplements are working great. No aches, no huffing, no pain." She said and laughed "the only difficulty is just my size getting in the way." She added.

Claire desperately wanted to take Freija outside, so she could show off her nearly immobile pet, but she knew the wolf-girl would never fit through any normal door again. Instead, they celebrated by ordering in a feast.