chapter 5: the reward...

Morning came far too quickly, as it often did now, and Freija woke to a strange sound. Claire was huffing as she wheeled a large drum into Freija's room, and then over to another nine. Once she was there, she rolled the drum off the dolly and pulled the lid off, replacing it with another with a machine on it. As her mistress checked various connections and tubes, Freija approached curiously, gently squeezing her soft belly "ah, good, you're awake." Claire said and chuckled "I've thought of something perfect for you, my pillowy pup" she added and stepped back, gesturing to the set of ten fifty-five gallon drums "five-hundred gallons - give or take - of my patented gain-shake, kept in refrigerated, self-mixing, self-pumping drums." She continued and giggled.

Freija took one of the tubes in her hand and looked at Claire, who nodded happily. Giddy with excitement, Freija put the end of the tube in her mouth and her mistress turned on the pump.
The pace was slow as not to drown the wolf-girl, but quick enough that she would have to focus, and she blushed as she drank. Claire brought a chair for her pet and simply watched. As Freija drank, her belly distended, bloating with the thick cream. As if on cue, Claire sauntered up behind Freija and began rubbing her belly "think of this as a reward for going through my office and finding my notes." She said and giggled.

Freija nearly choked, and reached for the tube as Claire held the tube in "oh no, you're going to keep drinking until I see you getting fatter." Claire added and smiled like a predator.
The wolf-girl's hands moved to her belly, and her eyes widened; she could feel herself inflating. If this kept up, her guts would rupture. Shaking her head, Freija moaned and groaned as Claire's weight bore down on her, keeping her pinned.

Closing her eyes, she waited for the worst...

And then the pump switched off. Pulling the tube out of her mouth, Freija huffed and fell to her hands and knees, her belly nearly touching the floor under her. Groaning, the wolf-girl fought, and failed, to prevent herself from vomiting.
Squatting down in front of her, Claire sighed and smiled, handing Freija a pill "digestive enzyme, it'll speed up your digestion. Take it and keep drinking, when you get full, I'll give you another one." she offered.
Freija grimaced as she took the pill in her hand and groaned quietly "you want to fatten up for me, right?" Claire asked. The wolf-girl blushed and nodded, swallowing the pill. "Good girl, come; you have a couple of hours before that enzyme empties your belly. Until then, I'm going to remind you that this is a reward." She continued and Freija nodded slowly.

***

Claire had tied Freija in a seated position on the bed after swapping her blue and gold dress for her bridal gown. For giggles, Claire even wore the one she had bought for herself, the bodice tight against her plumped belly.
Without pantyhose in the way, she had slid a vibrator into Freija, and kept it in place with the plump wolf-girl's leotard, and slowly stroked and massaged her belly and breasts. Freija lost count of the number of times she had reached orgasm, but her body burned with aching pain and lust.
Every two hours Freija's body digested a load of shake, which led to an hour of pumping feeding until she was afraid she would explode. Then her mistress would shut off the pump, and massage her pet.

Freija lost track of time, lost in a haze of feedings, orgasm, and massage. All the while Claire extolled and praised her pet as she filled. Eventually, the mistress allowed her pet to sleep.

When Freija awoke, it was to more of the same, and it carried on for a week. She found herself oddly disappointed when Claire removed the vibrator and made Freija lick it off.
After that she was untied and ushered to the mirror and scale, where Claire took pictures of them together, before making Freija weigh herself. Two-hundred-and-eight pounds... the wolf-girl giggled and shuddered as she fought to keep her exhaustion at bay. She had gained thirty-seven pounds in a week.

"Three more like that and you'll hit three hundred in no time." Claire said excitedly as she rubbed her pet's belly.

Thankfully, Freija was not tied up, instead she was allowed to sleep off her exhaustion, on the promise that she spend at least three hours a day total, feeding on a combination of the shake, and other solid foods.

***

Another week went by and Freija had regained her energy, and another twenty pounds. She had traded her bridal gown for her blue dress again and giggled at how her body bulged and squeezed in the fabric. Over the week, she had of course been taking her pills, which had resulted in her accelerated gain.
But thanks to her lowered inhibitions, she was actively enjoying her fattening. There was a satisfaction that she gained from lazing about, doing nothing and not having to worry about her food or shelter. Still, her body craved attention. She had gone a full week without Claire's skilled hands melting away her stress with orgasmic bliss.
Freija had returned to frustratedly masturbating, not even bothering to undress, as she found it difficult to squeeze in and out of her leotard and pantyhose.

Another week went by, and another twenty-five pounds had pushed Freija over two-fifty. The wolf-girl was sitting and rubbing herself as she fed, when Claire strode in, looking like she had gained thirty pounds herself, and smiled at her fat pet.
"My sweet pup, I missed you so much." She said and went to Freija's side, giggling as she rubbed the wolf-girl's bloated belly. "I completly forgot I had a summit meeting to attend, and didn't get a chance to tell you." She added and did something she had nover done before; she kissed Freija.
"And you're fattening up so perfectly, think you can hit three hundred before the end of the summer?" Claire asked.

The pump turned off, indicating that the drum was empty, and Freija leaned back as she removed the tube from her mouth, burping adorably as she rubbed her belly and giggled "of course, mistress." She said and smiled happily.

Claire stroked Freija's belly and leaned over her, kissing her again "if you do, I'll take you out to the cinnamon bun store and buy you however many you want." She said and Freija nodded with a giddy smile.

Sure enough, that week - with help from her mistress - Freija broke three-hundred-and-fifteen pounds. True to her word, Claire and Freija squeezed into the elevator and went out. It was the first time in a while that Freija had been out in public since fattening up so much.
People stared and whispered as she waddled behind her mistress, blushing the entire time. Being seen in public like this made the wolf-girl oddly excited, and aroused. It was so taboo, everyone else was so thin, and yet here was Freija and Claire, striding down the street.

Eventually, the two made it to the bakery, and Freija squeezed her fat rump through the door after Claire, giggling as she forgot how narrow doors actually were. Her mistress was already quick at work ordering for the night as the wolf-girl waddled up behind her mistress.
The young lad behind the counter stared in disgusted awe at Freija, and Claire smiled "and... two dozen?" She asked her pet.

Freija's blush deepened and she giggled as she rubbed her belly "three..." she replied quietly as she looked around, the bell around her neck jingling.

"And three dozen of those delightful cream-filled cinnamon buns for now. My sweet pup loves them so." She said and laughed.

"I can tell..." the clerk said, unable to pull his eyes from the fat wolf-girl "should I bother with the box, or just pipe-line them directly into her?" He asked.

"You can do that!?" Claire joked in return.

Unamused, the lad sighed and rung up the price, before heading off to ge tthe box. After exchanging cash for confection, the clerk ran out the order, and Claire found a spot to sit with Freija, and fed the wolf-girl right in the store... with people staring...

***

Freija giggled sweetly as she stroked her belly, staring at her own obese reflection. Claire came up behind her and smiled, rubbing her belly from a different angle. Freija really was enjoying her pillowy softness, she now wanted to get fatter more than ever, and had recently been having dreams of becoming to fat to move.
She resolved to break at least five hundred by the new year - a goal that her mistress found admirable, and she resolved to help make Freija grow...