Chapter 5 - five hundred doses

Harry tried hard to break free, but it was useless. There were so many of them and they were all incredibly strong. He wriggled and wriggled, but all he could really do was watch the ceiling tiles move above him as he was carried deeper and deeper, back into the room. A few seconds later, the women were spreading him down on the only table, that stood on the stage and had previously held the projector. Hands everywhere held Harry down on to it. He looked around at them all, excitedly looking down on him.

Harry knew he was being presented to the lady. A small gap appeared in the circle of women around him and suddenly, there she was, grinning cruelly down at him. Her anger at him being there was now gone. If anything, she looked amused by it all.

The women bustled and jostled around him, trying to see what would happen next.

'Whatever shall I do with you?' cooed the woman looking down sweetly at him, almost flirtatiously. But, just as she had with John, she suddenly laughed cruelly and looked around at the other women. She ran her hand down Harry's chest and then unbuttoned each of the buttons on Harry's shirt, exposing his pale underdeveloped chest and flat stomach. 'I think I have an idea' laughed the lady, looking around at her women who all knew what she was thinking.

Harry was about to try and say something to her when, all of a sudden, he saw the bottle of blue formula arrive in her hands. His heart pounded even more furiously and he struggled one last time to try and get up until he realised it was futile. He put his head back down on the table and closed his lips tightly, like a vice, as he saw the lady delicately lift the lid of the bottle.

'Open up!' cooed the woman moving closer. Harry suddenly felt more hands on him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head straight to prevent him turning away. Now he felt a woman grab his nose whilst another forced her fingers into his mouth. He tried hard to keep his mouth closed but, ultimately, it was no use, the women forced it open and a microsecond later, Harry felt the entire contents of the bottle hitting the back of his throat.

The formula tasted like ink that had exploded in his mouth and the hands holding him down suddenly released as he felt the women removing his belt, shirt, pants and underwear ready for what was about to happen to him. His body was stunned and he was unable to move as he lay there naked in front of all the women smiling excitedly down at him. He didn't even have the energy to try and cover himself up. He felt the lady tapping him on the shoulder, telling him to stand up, which Harry suddenly found he was slowly able to do, and he moved out, off the ledge of the stage, but remaining on his feet. Now all the women gathered around him here and as well as above him from the stage; encircling him.

Harry felt incredibly hot and he saw some of the women pointing, probably looking at how sweaty he was already. Harry turned, looking around the circle of women who were grinning, observing his every move, waiting for the real show to begin. Harry ignored them and turned to look at the lady who did this to him. She was smiling broadly down at him from the very centre of the stage, still holding the empty bottle of the formula in her hand, clearly unimpressed by the sight of Harry's naked body which was now starting to sway like John's had as the formula tightened its grip on him.

'This is what happens when you overdose someone on my formula,' she chuckled. 'This repulsive man has had an entire bottle!' she laughed and then looked deeply into Harry's eyes as Harry felt the pain building in his stomach.
Harry knew he could fight the formula to slow it down. He had the advantage of knowing what was happening to him, which John had not. The pressure was building up inside of him. But instead, under the eye of the lady, Harry relaxed his whole body and allowed her formula to overtake him. The women laughed and watched but Harry kept looking straight at the lady as he felt his body expand, stretch and bloat. The women laughed and pointed, enjoying every second of the spectacle.

Harry felt the women jiggling his new fat as it continued to grow, like they had seen the lady do on stage to John. He heard the women mocking him, calling him names like 'fat pig' and 'butterball'. He did not try to cover his body and he did not break eye contact with the lady, who was not laughing with the others, but staring back matching Harry's gaze. She seemed surprised by Harry's boldness and refusal to show fear. Perhaps she could see that Harry was not fighting the formula. In truth, Harry was enjoying the fact that he had this lady's full attention. As terrifying as this situation was, Harry wanted her to see him giving in to her.

Harry's cheeks flushed and could feel himself getting turned on, under the lady's gaze. His stiffening penis swelled and touched the underbelly he knew he must now have. He felt the warm, soft fat slowly surround it but kept staring back at the lady who had done this to him. Harry didn't know why, but he wanted to impress her. He wanted to be different to all the other men she had done this to.

Finally a woman moved forward and pushed him into a chair that must have been placed under him by one of the other women. He felt his huge mass shake with the landing but resisted the urge to touch himself and continued to stare at the lady who had done this to him. He had finished fattening now, the pain had stopped, but he certainly felt a lot larger than he had seen John get. A lot larger. That was probably due to the overdose, he thought.

He felt tiredness come over him and realised that must have been part of the formula and the reason why John was still sleeping off the formula, despite all of the commotion. He resisted the urge to sleep, fiercely trying to keep eye contact with the lady.

The lady moved down from the stage and across to Harry. circling him like a predator, admiring her work. Harry looked ahead and allowed himself to be inspected. Then the lady whispered into Harry's ear so quietly that none of the other women in the room could have heard her.

~I think you enjoyed that. In fact, I don't think I'm finished with you yet.' Harry had never been this close to her before. He could smell her beautiful perfume and feel her ample breasts close to his new, fat, pillowy arms. She picked up Harry's hand and made it stroke the wide expanse of belly in front of him; ever so slowly. Harry's breath caught at being touched by the lady. Then she used her other hand to grab Harry's head and pushed it down hard, so that Harry was forced to look at his huge belly.

'Look at what I did to you!' she said loudly to amuse her audience, laughing cruelly with them all; pushing Harry's hand down in to his fat and moving it so that Harry was jigging his own belly. Harry tried hard to not show any expression on his face that he was aroused, but when the woman grabbed his head again to meet his stare, he could tell that she knew.

'Take this stinking, fat pig of a man upstairs. I may have another use for him'.

Then she turned and walked off whilst Harry felt himself getting wheeled away by one or two of the women behind him.