Chapter 3 - finishing touches

More time has passed. I'm still not sure how long. Could be months. Could be years. In that time, I've only grown fatter. I had gotten to big to eat on all fours. My stomach pressed too hard into the floor, pushing me up and making stuffing uncomfortable. My arms had also grown too weak to support me, not to mention the fact that my breasts had forced them to spread out even further. I had turned myself into a blob, but instead of stopping, Kaldur attached a hose to the deposit hatch and stuck it in my mouth. I didn't object. Instead, I took it with glee, ready to resume my long streak of gluttony. A steady stream of blubber would flow down into my mouth. The feeling of swelling like a net full of tuna was enough to get me off, now that my arms were to heavy and fat to reach my sensitive areas. Even if my arms were thin though, there's no way they'd be able to reach. My breasts had sagged to the point that they pressed solidly into the floor, nipples stuck to the bottom of my flesh sacks. My stomach had bloated well beyond the point of covering my oyster shell, as it laid heavily across my legs; snuggling up at the tips of my pudgy toes.

They didn't bother turning the light on anymore. It didn't matter though. I couldn't see how fat I'd gotten, but I knew I was enormous. My immobility was a certainty. They had taken the chain off my neck too, mainly because it didn't fit. The thickness of my neck fat and my multiple chins made replacing it an impossibility. But despite my lack of sight, I began to feel something strange spread across my lower half. At first I thought I was soiling myself, but the remembered the devices the Manta-Men installed to prevent that. As the liquid inched higher up, I began to recognize it. It was water.

It had been so long since I had actually felt water on my body. It almost felt unnatural against my skin, as it washed off the layers of grease and grime that had built up over my time in captivity. I could feel my flab begin to float up around me as it became weightless. It was strange, but I became accustomed to it by the time it filled the room. Being underwater was my natural habitat after all.

The flow of my feeding tube stopped and the light came back on, blinding me for a few seconds. I could hear people outside, but before the door opened, the entire wall came down. In walked two of Manta's henchmen. They were wearing helmets and suits, but I recognized their voices as Fatality and Black Mass.

"What a good girl you've been Mera! Eating all your food. I think someone deserves a lifetime membership to the Clean Plate Club", Fatality said as her hand sank into my soft shoulder, never making contact with any bone or muscle. "Just look at all this blubber", she started pinching at my sides with her long pink fingernails.

"Quit it Yrra, we got work to do", said Black Mass as he pulled the tube out of my mouth. I tried to speak, but mouth seemed to forget how. Not to mention the fact that my lips have swelled up to the point that I doubt words would even be manageable.

"Boo, you're no fun. But you're right. The boss will have enough fun with her for all of us. Let's just hope Ahab doesn't put a spear through this white whale on our way to him", she said as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the room. I floated with her down the hallway, barely thin enough to not get stuck. Black Mass followed behind for that exact reason, to push me through if I got lodged in a narrow pass. As I was being pulled, I recognized all the familiar places in my palace. The all looked different, being adorned with African and Black Power decor, but the original architecture still stood. That's how I knew they were taking me to the royal bedroom.