The mental ward

chapter 2

One month Later.


The same routine had continued for a month now. Lisa was confined to her room every day. She only left to shower (every other day) and spend time in a caged area for "exercise" (3 times a week). But one couldn't even run laps properly there, as it was 12 by 12 foot. Before her accident, she'd begin almost every morning with a 3 mile jog. Now, she was wandering around in a daze, sitting on her ass in front of the TV all day every day, eating her zebra cakes and chips, twinkies and anything else she could get her hands on. She always ate every meal, never left a crumb behind.

And it showed. Her bubble butt had flattened. Though her bed was really soft, the act of sitting for entire days must have caused it to lose its muscle tone. It felt squishy to the touch. Her thighs now touched when she sat down, and they nearly touched up top when she stood up. Before, she was the queen of the thigh gap. Her face showed signs of weight gain as well, with a subtle puffy look around her cheeks and chin.

Her once flat stomach was now distended, she looked a bit pregnant from her constant eating. The outline of her abs were no longer visible. It still felt hard to the touch, but a layer of pudge had developed around her belly button area.

Her breasts were not noticeably larger after only a month, but they certainly added to her slightly plumped up look.

She had already lost her tan, all of her skin was now as pale and creamy as her breasts.

Her hair was beginning to return to its natural honey-brown color.

Lisa was oblivious to the changes in her appearance.


Lisa did not realize until it had already been over 3 months of incarceration. She was in the shower, singing in a dazed way, when she noticed that every time she turned her body, everything jiggled. Her stomach would follow her whichever way she turned, a moment later. It was as if she was encased in fat. Her stomach was still slightly distended, as it was after a month, but now you could not tell underneath the fleshy, soft pudge around her midsection.

Her fat had grown evenly. Her arms, shoulders, calves, thighs, all of her had received a few pounds of fresh fat from her new lifestyle and ravenous appetite.

Lisa freaked out. Tears streamed down her face, blending with the shower water. She laid on the floor, screaming. "How could this have happened to me?!! I'm so fat!!"


"We were going to move you to the general population where you have access to a day room and outdoor exercise every day, but given your outburst, I don't think that will happen for another 6 months," her doctor spoke calmly.

Lisa stared at him, speechless.

"I understand how hard it must be for a young attractive girl to gain 38 pounds in such a short time. But would you rather be crazy and hot or properly medicated?"
"Crazy and hot!"
"Well, unfortunately for you, those days are over. You're committed and I'm upping your doses of everything."

Lisa didn't stop yelling until she was thrown back in her cell. She sat down with a "plop". She flicked on the tv, and opened a bag of chips.

Accept what you can't change, Lisa decided. She figured she'd lose the weight once she left this prison.

Sometimes, at night, as she lay on her back, she thought she could hear the stretch marks forming, the destruction of her skinny body. She felt the fat pile up under her skin and out of her control. She was trapped.


It was now the following year, and Lisa was about to walk into the dayroom and meet her fellow crazies for the first time since coming to Bedworth.

You wouldn't recognize her as the hot redhead driving a jeep, hair freely blowing in the wind. Her perky, round ass and tits were no longer firm. They had tripled in size. Tucking in your shirt is mandatory at Bedworth, and you could see Lisa's thick stomach swaying as she walked.. or waddled.

From behind, her ass looked like 2 pillows sandwiched together. Her pretty face was puffy now and she had a prominent double chin. Her shoulders were rounded, her biceps nonexistant- just super fat.

Her thighs rubbed and walking such a distance caused chafing.

Cellulite and stretch marks were all she saw of her self when she showered, or when she masturbated alone in her cell.

She fit right in, here at Bedworth.