chapter 10

"And so with another year over and done, we can only hope for another successful year for Big Beauty. Cheers!" Lucy said as everybody clinked champagne flutes with the person beside them. Vera looked around the table, spying everyone there. There was Valerie, already tucking into the feast. Lucy and Michelle sat at the other end, more conscious of their manners. The Big Beauty receptionist Darleen, head of security Penelope and janitor Rebecca all sat on one side, gossiping and giggling, often looking towards Lucy and Michelle. The decor in Lucy's house was modest, much like her office. There was little noise between the chirping of crickets outside, the gossiping ladies and the clattering of cutlery. After they had finished their dessert, Lucy tried to get up, but got her hips stuck in her chair. After Michelle helped her out, she led them to the sitting room to entertain them. It turned out that Lucy had a pretty good stand-up act and Darleen was once an opera singer in the radio choir. They watched Bay City's big new years' countdown and left, happy and sleepy. Lucy let Michelle off early and went down to her basement to resume her feeding.
She had now perfected her little machine, with multiple sachets of nutrition paste linked up, so didn't need to replace it as often. She installed the tube in her mouth and took out a magazine before starting the machine. After a few minutes, she felt her chair creak. It wasn't much, it almost seemed like backround noise. But as the sachet's began to empty, the creaking grew louder, until her chair crashed. She was taken completely off guard and she fell in, her obese limbs awkwardly pointed out of the hole in the chair. She tried screaming, but the tube was in her mouth and running. Looking at her watch high abover her, it read 00:35.
Another 25 minutes of being stuck there, with the Tycorp nutrition supplement pouring down her throat.

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Lucy sat at her desk groggily the next morning. Michelle had found her at 8:00, but by then 3 weeks of nutrition supplement had gone into her. While the constant barrage of drugs in the supplement allowed her to continue consuming it, she felt like shit. The upside was that she had to be the fattest person in the state at this point, which was ideal for her. But there is nothing fun about going into your basement at 345 pounds and then heaving yourself out at 387. What was even more annoying was how arousing it was, lugging her body around. She could remember her mother telling her the always control herself, and her she was, not in control and loving it.
She had to pick up something at the Big Beauty warehouse, as none of her clothes fit, but even then, the only thing that fire was a two piece bikini and a bathrobe. Her ebony skin was littered with the stretch marks and it was always too warm.
"Anything I can get you, Ms. Valkry?" Michelle asked, poking her head into the office.
"Fuck, get me some ice water and a food tray. Damn matabolism's been fucked up and it hurts when I'm not eating." she replied, her tummy giving off a grumble in agreement.
"I need to restrategise." He said to herself. "PR can do a coverup until the second phase is initiated and my weight won't be too bad. In the meantime I'm gonna have to set up base here. Until the elevator is updated for my weight, I'm not even going to try use the stairs. And I'm gonna need new clothes. Damn this is a mess."