chapter 1 - the fateful package"I can't believe I'm actually going to go through with this." I muttered to myself as I looked upon the large ups box sitting on my kitchen table. I had always fantasized about this kind of thing, but now that I was staring at it straight in the face, I trembled a little. Maybe it was a kind of nervous excitement, but I just couldn't bring myself to open the box. I ordered this device on a whim. I was in the midst of a feverish self-pleasuring session when I applied to this crazy program, but here I was now, looking at a box that could forever change my life.
When I finally my nerve up to open the box, I found a letter lying on top of all the packing supplies. It read:
To Jane Stevenson
Thank you for applying to our program. Your participation will help further scientific research into the study of obesity in the United States.
Enclosed in this package is one remote monitoring system, one FeedCo Feeding Machine model 4XWG555, one weeks supply of Feeding Machine Food Packets, Maintenance Kit for the FeedCo Feeding Machine model 4XWG555, and a set of instructions.
As stated in the contract agreement you signed on May 17th, 2016, your participation in this program is considered probationary at this time. Further testing may be requested following your probationary period. Should you choose not to participate in this program after one week, starting on June 18th, 2016 and ending June 25th, 2016, you will be asked to return all all unused items to the address below. Failure to comply with participation protocols during this probationary period can and will result in legal action. For more information, consult the attached contract.
Your status will be monitored remotely through the supplied monitoring system. Setup instructions can be found in this package.
Thank you again for agreeing to participate in our study. Your compensation for participating will arrive after completion of your probation period.
Dr. Garret Thompson
Center for Weight Gain Studies
"Well, it looks like I'm stuck." I thought to myself as I removed the remaining contents. The feeding machine was about the size of a bread box with tubes attached to the front of the device leading to what appeared to be a face mask. Also inside the box were 14 large metallic bags, each filled with a substance that was squishy to the touch. The bags were each labeled with a date and a time. "Looks like I start feeding tomorrow morning. Jane, what have you gotten yourself into?"
I tossed and turned in the night, dreaming of the overwhelming debt and recent unemployment that had propelled me to sign up for this project. Swirled into these fears were erotic episodes of the weight gain fetish I had suppressed for so many years. I dreamed of growing fatter and fatter until my massive body hardly resembled the human form anymore. Just a bulbous mass of flab growing from every body part.
I awoke in a sweat. My heart was pounding. My breath was quick. My thighs were wet in response to my lustful dreams. I looked at the clock, 6:15 AM. It was time, I decided. I should do this now before I second guess myself. I threw on a tank top and some pajama pants. Grabbing the equipment from my kitchen table, I proceeded to set myself up on my living room couch. Looking over the instructions, I attached the monitoring device to my stomach, thighs, chest, and arms. The device was wireless, so I had freedom of movement, so long as I didn't stray too far from the monitoring device station. I flicked the device on and I was greeted by a simulated female voice.
"Please state your name." It requested.
"Jane Stevenson," I replied tentatively.
"Jane Stevenson, patient 3345. Current weight, 122.6 pounds. Height, 70.4 inches. Chest size, 32 inches. Abdominal size, 26 inches..." The female voice continued to spout out my measurements until, "Please insert package one into FeedCo Feeding Machine and attach mask. When completed, initiate feeding process." I grabbed the first package and installed it according to the instructions and put on the mask. Thankfully it was very comfortable on my face and not too large. The mask was fitted with a spout that rested at the entrance to my mouth. With the mask in place, I put my finger on the button labeled "Initiate." My finger trembled as I slowly depressed the button.
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