Chapter 28 - changes part 2

Sorry for the long wait between chapters, but thank you all so much for your continued support for this story. It means so much that you keep reading and commenting. I'm going to work hard to keep a better schedule now that the holidays are over. Thanks again for continuing to show it love.

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I tried to pull a hand up to my face to rub my eyes, but, as always, I found it still strapped in place.

I let out a defeated sigh mirroring the one in my dream.

I still wasn't used to dreaming again. Ever since my mistress had locked me up here, they had been coming every time I fell asleep - which was often. Vivid, terrifying, and always about someone being fattened up... usually myself. And far too often, they were about Heather.

I had been locked up long enough to feel no reason to resist any more. But in my dreams I always started out feeling free, often feeling happy, but I inevitably ended up once again in her clutches with no way to escape.

My waking hours didn't allow for any of that hope, however. I had spent days in the room she had strapped me in, constantly having her mixture pushed into me until I felt so full and tired I fell asleep and that was when the dreams came. It didn't take me long to completely lose track of time. There were no windows to even let me know if it was day or night, I simply ate and slept. Then ate and slept again.

I wore new clothes; a large, comfy pair of sweat pants and a shirt. When I first found myself in them after coming back from some dream or another, I had felt even my expanded body was comfortable in them. But my belly now pressed against the waist of the pants, and my thighs pushed against the seams on the legs. My breasts seemed to be fighting the fabric for a chance to escape. Every day the clothing felt tighter. Most days I felt like with every gulp of mixture, I could feel my girth expanding more and more against the clothes until the folds smoothed, the cloth stretched, and soon it felt like it was squeezing against me.

But still, I grew.

I heard the click of the door and in stepped my mistress, glancing down at me with a look I had never seen in the dungeon but had grown accustomed to in this new room; I was an object to her, perhaps a pet as she did take care of me, a prized show dog... or pig. But I was certainly something she owned. Quibly followed in behind her nervously, as always, ready to jump at any request she made of him.

"How's she doing?" my mistress asked, her heals clacking against the tile floor, a look of calm control overlaying her sharp features. She prodded my stomach as she always did, making me whine as she pressed against my tender flesh.

"F-fine," Quibly pipped in. "She's gained nearly 20lbs while in our care. She's coming along nicely."

"20... Hmmm, we can certainly do better, but you're doing well, Dearest," she said, patting me on the cheek lightly as if to reward me. "Why isn't the machine on? She has to be bigger. We have an accelerated schedule to keep up."

I moaned against my mask, my stomach always felt full, but every time my mistress came in she insisted I get pushed harder. I felt like a balloon that was constantly being pumped full of air, only pausing for a moment for it's latex to adjust to the pressure, then being pumped fuller still. Yet, my mistress' only response to my expression of displeasure was to give me a light glare, like a parent silently chastising a child who should know better.

Quibly wondered over to the machine that controlled the tube that rested in my mouth. "She's already taken what we had scheduled for today. We can increase her amount, but, Ma'am, you've already done that so much. You've never made them grow this quickly, don't you think we should-"

"Don't you dare suggest to me what I think," my mistress snapped. "Put another three liters of it into her, the stuff that puts her to sleep. I want to play with her in my dungeon for a bit so I need her under."

Oh yes, the dungeon visits hadn't slowed. In fact, I felt like she was bringing me there more than once a night, though I couldn't be sure what with being unable to tell the time. All I knew is that when I didn't fall asleep into dreams, I woke up in the dungeon where our play continued as it always did. Only it was harder. I was being so stuffed during the day that it was hard to be good and eat for her there. There were times I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, my stomach so stuffed I felt like it was sure to burst, my limbs shaking as they fought to keep my growing form in whatever position she had placed me in for the evening, obediently eating though not a cell in my body wanted to.

I wasn't sure how much more I could handle.

But what could I do? Groaning made her smirk and stuff me more, begging her to stop got my ass a sharp flick of her crop and a reminder that my mouth was to be used for something else. Crumpling to the floor made her sneer and stick her fingers so deep in me I saw stars.

Though, I had to admit, I couldn't help but feel over joyed when we were done and she was telling me how good I was. I lived for those moments, because there was nothing else in my life to live for any more.

"Ma'am, really, she's already quite full, are you sure-"

"Quibly- Do. As. I. Command."

I heard the sounds of Quibly quickly working the machine that kept me ever growing and soon the mixture began filling my mouth and sliding down my throat. I didn't resist, there was no point, I just had to suffer through the pain, twitching as the familiar pleasure pooled between my legs regardless of how much the sane part of me knew I should be miserable.

It took only a few swallows for my eyes began droop.

"I'll see you in a moment, Dearest. Get excited for some fun tonight," my mistress smirked, arms crossed as she stood over me, keeping eye contact with her ever superior glare.

It felt like I only blinked and then the dungeon was before me.

I licked my lips, happy to find my face uncovered by the mask, as it so rarely was these days. I sighed in relief, my chest expanding, which then sent ripples of pain through my abdomen and making me groan.

As I did, my hands made involuntary fists and I felt them move against the familiar cold metal of cuffs. My wrists were being held above my head. I flexed my legs next, feeling cuffs there too, ridged ones that suggested a spreader bar was what was keeping my knees wide.

I sighed again, smaller this time, resigning myself to my situation. Then I found myself leaning forward a bit, allowing myself to be held up partially by the chains above; It felt like too much work to keep upright, the weight of my belly too much to hold up.

"What shall I do with you today?" I heard my mistress ask as she clicked open the door and stepped into the dungeon. I glanced up at her lazily. I felt exhausted, like I could fall asleep here hanging from my wrists, though I knew I had technically just done so.

"I was thinking..." she cooed as she strolled nonchalantly toward me, glancing around at the toys and tools that decorated her dungeon. "What if you danced for me? I could watch as you adjusted to your new form, as your body jiggled and your flab took it's time catching up to your movements."

She chuckled as she reached me, placing a hand on my belly which I realized was exposed, only a tight bra and panties adorned on my body, framing my rounding gut. She drew a lazy circle on my skin making me shutter before tracing it around my side slowly, beginning to pace around me. I closed my eyes, quaking as my nerves pricked under her touch.

"Or we could play a game where I see how many cupcakes you can eat in a half hour. And then see if you could beat it in the next half hour." She smirked as she rounded me, coming to my front once more, red lip-sticked lips shining under the dim light, eyes twinkling.

Then, I noticed her jaw tighten and her back straighten as her eyes traced over me.

I realized another sound cascading lightly around the room, drifting around the floor like a haze, echoing in my ears like a whisper.

Crying.

Pitiful, defeated, weak.

It was quiet, it was the sound of someone who's spirit had been broken, it was defenseless and devastating.

I took a breath and realized the sound was coming from me. From deep within me. From somewhere that was so primal, so vulnerable, so to my core that it was outside of my control. It ripped at my chest slowly, it's claws digging into me more and more with each breath I dragged in. The sound cracked through my lips, heaving itself up my throat as if my soul was being pulled unwillingly with it. I closed my tired eyes and I realized water was flowing from them, dribbling pathetically onto my round cheeks until they pooled and dripped from my soft, doughy chin.

Words flowed out of me like a half-hearted sob, barely audible, I could hardly even tell what I had said.

"Excuse you?" my mistress hissed, sharp but quiet. Dangerous.