Chapter 8

The cute but slightly cocky young lad next to me dismisses the other carer, “I’ll stay with this one for a while, she seems quite nervous. Don’t worry love, there’s nothing to it. Is this your first time?”

“Yes” I smile apprehensively.

He reaches up for the chrome feeding tube and pulls it down, sliding it out telescopically from its mount point suspended a few feet above the pool. The end of the tube bends round towards me and he positions the large bulbous mouth piece just in front of my face.

“This machine’s a great fattener.” he informs me, “Much better than the Lentix Belly Pro they had last year. That was ancient!” He chuckles.

“Just pop your mouth round that.” I open wide and he carefully inserts the smooth metal bulb between my fleshy cheeks. “You won’t believe the difference a few sessions on this thing can make. It’ll have you plumped up in no time!”

The young man beams with juvenile enthusiasm for the technical apparatus for which I guess he’s been given some responsibility, “The models they’re putting out these days are so much more powerful than they used to be. This one’s fitted with a thermal regulator that matches the body temperature, so you can hardly even feel the calorific enhancer going in. All you’ll feel is your stomach stretching right out, like it’s blowing up like a balloon. That’s it! There’s nothing to worry about at all. Some of the fatter girls even find it quite a pleasant sensation!”

He winks at me and I immediately understand his meaning, feeling shocked by his frankness but also suddenly excited by the thought. I’m one of the fatter girls in our group so this could well apply to me, and I’ve always taken great pleasure from having a very full and well fed belly. His cock sure attitude is somehow reassuring, and with the warm liquid surrounding my body I can feel myself starting to relax. With this bulb filling my mouth I don’t even attempt to answer, but try to smile instead to show my thanks.

“Right then, just try to relax.” He reaches up for the green start button on the feeding tube mount, “I’ll stay with you for the first few minutes, but I’m sure you’ll be fine. Just go with it and think of all the lovely weight you’ll put on.”

The clunk of the button produces a hiss of steam from the mount point and a light hum and vibration from the bulb in my mouth. I feel the bulb open up and something extending across the back of my tongue, another tube pushing out from the first, which slips down the back of my throat like a smooth slippery snake. It’s disconcerting to say the least, to have something slip its way right down my throat like this, over which I have absolutely no control. I try my hardest not to panic, try to keep myself relaxed, tell myself that this is just a harmless procedure that is done to many girls every day in various fattening schools around the world. The tube has finally stopped extending and I’m pretty sure it’s now reached right down to my stomach. I feel a warm liquid running out from the end, directly into me, slowly expanding what was already a very full stomach.

The lad floating next to me gives me a very pretty smile. “How’d you like it?” he grins, and I feel him place his hand on the front of my belly and start to slowly rub it around in a circle, as if to help the fluid settle in.

He knows I can’t answer, but I have to admit, it is a rather pleasurable sensation. I can feel my stomach has become absolutely tight, stretching and expanding out like a taught balloon just as he had described. There’s no pain at all, in fact besides the stretching I can feel very little, just a swirling, ever increasing mass of warm liquid inside my stomach. With a mass of warm liquid within and a mass of warm liquid without, I’ve no longer any idea where my belly now stops and the pool begins. My belly feels as if it’s absolutely huge, but with my arms out floating on the surface restrained by the straps, I can’t actually reach to touch it.

“Right then, I’m going to leave you to watch the training video. Just press the red button if you need any assistance.”

I hardly notice him swim back to the side, so lost am I in a haze of swirling expansionism. The lights dim and the room settles down to just a gentle hum and occasional rattle from the feeding pumps and pipes. We float suspended in warm liquid, being fattened by pumps filling our stomachs and stretching them to proportions I cannot imagine. I’m sure I can feel the fat building up in layers on my body; can I feel my thighs undulating a little more when I jiggle them or is it just my imagination?

There’s a flicker of light on the front wall and the training video begins, filling the echoing room with introduction music. This one’s about fattening schools in general, but has obviously been filmed at a different school than ours, showing some immensely obese girls eating what appears to be lunch in their canteen.

“…Each girl eats a carefully prepared meal…” the narrators voice reverberates around the room, “…based upon a personal diet plan they’ve previously prepared, to give themselves the maximum possible benefits in terms of health and additional weight…”

It must be an hour before the video finishes, and then another hour before the lights slowly brighten and we’re eventually unstrapped from our feeding stations.