chapter 8

Kinga felt weak. Very weak. it was two years from when she was kidnapped. It's been a two year since she was fattened against her will. Although lately not quite so againts her will. Kinga let herself be fattened. She did not enjoy it, but she wanted more and more to count on the quick end. Looking at the monitor she realized that she was already over 532.1 kg.
Half a ton of fat. She has practically doubled her weight since the man decided to douse her fat of this girl. Kinga was quite used to this taste. There was no revulsion in her. Absorption of pure fat became for her like drinking water. Although She do not remember when she last taste other liquids. The man had not come to her in some time. It was a little sad to her. The taste of the pizza was the only thing Kinga liked. But She also does not remember when last man went down to her. She tried to remember but it was so long ago.
When she looked at her body it reminded her of a documentary about a girl who weighed 500 kilograms. She saw her buttocks and thighs are minimal beyond the edge of the bed. There were small folds on them which could be caught. The Belly now covered most of the thighs up to the knee. Covered with more and more stretch marks, further formed two folds and somewhere between them deep navel. The fat on her shoulders and the folds under her arms made her hold them horizontally. Her gigantic boobs poured sideways and She felt how they hanging and pull her. However, for the back of her back, or rather something that resembled the back was covered with dangling folds of fat. Her hanging rolls of fat on her back looked like her back was melting. Her neck has not existed for a long time. There was only a fold that rose more and more and raise her head. Her face remained unchanged. Gently it was evident that she rounded but not drastically. If not for the monitor She would not be able to see all the changes that took place in her body. Her neck made it very difficult for her.
Kinga was not able to move for a long time. Even the fingers that died under the fat layer refused to work. The total lack of movement was a strange feeling for her. At the same time she felt her weight but on the other hand she did not use her body so long that she did not even know what she would feel.
With her memory tried to compare herself to herself before kidnapping. She tried to remember what it was like. Moving, running, exercising. She remembered the Physical Education lessons she hated and tried to avoid. But these memoirs turned out to be nothing for Kinga. She did not feel sad thinking about what was once. This was not for her. Not anymore. Her life was now this. It will not change that and can not afford extra sorrows. She had another job. And this job was to gain. Gain to death.
While Drinking from the tube, a man entered the room. Kinga could not see him, she did not even want to see him. His presence was not important to her. She heard him approaching her. And he carries something. He was pulling something on the floor.
"My dear, but you grew up," said the man, catching one of Kigni's many folds. "I have something for you, something that will make it easier for you," the man said, and then he set up the Kinda around the Oxygen tube.
She felt she could breathe easier. Definitely easier. Feeling like the air almost bursts into her lungs.
- You are beginning to breathe heavily. - said the man. - The cables lead to the oxygen cylinder on top. And as I led them through the stairs I would have to leave the door open. To the next my dear - said the man then left.
Kinga did not hear the door shut. The doors Remain open. But it was indifferent to her. In the ending even if she wanted She could not move. There was no point in worrying about it. All she has left is what she does now. Gain ...
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A few days later the man went down to Kinga again. Kinga did not see him. She only knew He was behind her.
"That's the last day," said the man. I could hear him being happy. - You just drank the last shaik with her fat. I'm proud of you -
Kinga thought this. She drank the ton of fat of that girl and so little she gained. Could the man lie? However, if He do not lie it means that her weight gain will decrease. So she will spend some time here. This thought moved in her heart. For a fraction of a second she felt anxiety but quickly became covered with indifference.
She heard a man leave the room without a word. She heard his steps as he walked up the stairs. She heard a doorbell call. She heard the man open the door and someone greeted. The voices of the people, the steps of the people.
"What kind of cable is this?" asked Some woman.
"Its for my experiment to work," answered the man.
Kinga heard everything. She was so close. It was enough to get rid of the tube and scream.
However, this thought did not arouse any emotions. Kinga knew that it would not make sense. She did not know how to pull the tube out of her mouth. And also after that. Would they take her? She knew that after that she would no longer have a normal life. Nothing would have been normal. Even if they saved her, she would remain a 20-year-old half-toned girl. Let it remain like it is.
Kinga buried the idea of escape deep. For her, Old Kinga died that day.