Chapter 5 - the experiment part 5

"Now to test your muscle tone. We will ask you to please try to suck in your belly as far as you could--taking a deep breath in helps--then let it out and push it out as far as you can."

"Alrighty"

She took a huge breath in, so deep her lungs ached. She sucked in her belly and even pushed it in with her hands, held it for a few seconds. This was really uncomfortable. Then, on the count of three, she released it in a sigh and pushed out her belly as far as it would go.

Whoa!!! she couldn't believe it! A nurse standing by her took out a seamstress tape measure, and tried to bring it around her belly at its widest point. "Holy cow honey...nearly 60 inches. How does it feel?"

"Amazing. I feel...like a holy cow." The nurse laughed.

"Alright, now for some light exercise. Try to straighten up." She noticed her head and shoulders were pulled forward by her massive weight hanging from her torso. It was hard to keep her balance.

"Okay, now touch your toes."

Ugh. Did she have to? She couldn't even see her own feet. Still, she bent over as far as she could. Her belly stopped her before too long. Her arms dangled two feet off the floor. "I can't...I'm sorry."

"Haha, it's alright. No girl can do that in your condition. Now if you feel you can, try to do some jumping jacks. Even just one or two is fine"

"uhmm...okay."

The nurses stood back as she raised her flabby arms like a ballet dancer. She bent her knees and...jumped up toward the ceiling. She landed hard on her feet with a dull slap. Her liquid bloated belly sloshed very, very loudly. She felt her gassy stomach and couldn't believe how full she felt. "Okay...once more, can you try it?"

She jumped up again and smacked down. This time her belly growled and grumbled. It was a sound like bubbles from an air hose underwater. She felt that fizzy feeling again as her belly stretched just a little more.

She experimentally smacked her belly, just slapped it with her pudgy hands. It wobbled and wagged back and forth, and continued to expand! She must have been--well it was hard to tell now that gravity was flattening out her gravid belly and weighing it down-- but she must have been nearly 60 inches around. Her tiny girly underwear would have burst off of her now. Her silk panties and those tiny petite bras she liked would just be ripped to shreds. She couldn't believe how big she was and how HEAVY she was. Her little feet almost felt crushed by her own weight, she had to lay back down and get off her feet. She asked the orderlies to help her over to the bed.

They obliged, and slowly guided her over to the bed, letting her lean her massive bulk on their hands, holding up her massive ball of a belly somewhat. They practically did a fireman's carry over to the bed, now wheeled out of the open chamber, and carefully laid her back down. The bed slowly tilted partway up, as she felt her belly slosh. The lights came back on.

"How did I do?"

"You tell us, kiddo. Are you ready for a new life? How do you feel?"

"Yes I'm ready. And I feel like a bloated hippopotamus with a gland problem." Shew punctuated the sentence with a manly belch and held her massive paunch. There was laughter from the observation room.

"Congratulations. You are the first girl EVER to pass the test. ....Welcome to project M.O.T.H.E.R., Surrogate Number 1. May you have many healthy children."

"Thank you, ma'am. Now...how do I get all this out of me? How do I empty out?"

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. "Well...you can't. The changes we made to your body today are permanent. The muscle and tissue deformation is irreversible with current technology.... Welcome to your new body, hon. You'll get used to it."

The girl faintly frowned with sadness, as she realized there was no going back. Her young, ripe body had aged twenty years, and would never return to her trim, petite teenage self. She just had to take care of it, so she could help the government repopulate the country...one child at a time. She felt the heaviness of her weight pressing down on her shoulders....or maybe it was the burden of responsibility?

There was one more nagging thing on her mind. She cleared her throat and spoke up, her voice sounding strangely deeper and older from her altered vocal cords. She sounded like a woman, and looked like one too. She felt like her mother.

"So...what's the damage. How much do I weigh now?"

"Gee, I dunno, babe. Lets tilt your bed upright and use the footboard as a scale. You'll hear a beep and we'll know your maternal weight. We'll only give it to you if you ask for it."

"Um....okay...." She felt uneasy.

BEEP.

"Tell me the bad news. What's the number?"

She saw a red number flash in LED's on the overhead screen near the ceiling. She gasped, and sighed.

276.3 pounds. Not kilograms. Pounds!!

Oh well....she sighed again, as she felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. This was her new body. She might as well get used to being lazy and fat and having no energy. Her days of running around and playing lacrosse and volleyball were over, she supposed.

"So what now?"

"What now. We need you to rest, honey. You will be wheeled to a recovery room where you can recuperate. We're giving you a private, maximum security ICU wing all to yourself. Your body will process the liquid over the next few hours and your stomach and bladder will empty out, but...your fat cells will stay the same. We're sorry."

She sighed, exhaustedly. "Whatever, just get me to a bathroom and let me sleep. This girl's gotta rest so she can be your fertile baby machine. Let's get to work."

"Okay, just take a nap right there on the table, ma'am. We promise you'll wake up in your very own room."

"Okay." She drowsily said as the grown 23-year old woman, going on 33, closed her heavy eyelids and rubbed her tummy to sleep. She knew her life would never be the same, but her labors would be for the good of mankind.

....And womankind.