Rachel and alice

chapter 3

It had been two weeks since the treatment had begun. The drugs had finally built up enough in Rachel's system for her to take on the first test of their potency. Alice was in their rooms, taking a nap.

So Rachel was in this room, with a comfortable chair and a table in it. Elena sat across the table from her, clipboard and pen in hand. Between them was a mountain of food, all for Rachel to try to eat.

Rachel sighed, staring down at the feast in front of her, "Sooo, you just want me to eat this?"

"As much as you can," Elena confirmed, "This should let us see how your body has metabolised the drugs and will let us make any adjustments needed to any further doses for you."

"Okay," Rachel scooted her chair closer to the table, rubbing her hands together, "Okay."

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, Rachel began to eat. She started with the soup first, slurping it down with a hunger she didn't realize she had. Once she was done, she moved onto the other offerings on the table. Bread, pasta, salad, and more all started to disappear into her mouth and into her stomach.

Unbeknownst to her, her body began to digest the food much better and more rapidly than ever before possible by the human body. As she ate, her stomach began immediately processing the food, and once she hit some unknown threshold, she began to gain weight.

As Elena watched, and took notes, Rachel began to plump out. At first it was really only noticeable in her face, then the changes started to occur where Elena could see: primarily Rachel's arms, shoulders, and chest.

As Rachel ploughed through the feast, she became unresponsive to other stimuli. Elena moved her chair to better see the changes going on in Rachel's body, and Rachel didn't even notice. From her new vantage point, Elena could see the growing expanse of Rachel's stomach. It wasn't filling with food, not yet according to her calculations, it was simply swelling with fat.

When Rachel reached halfway through her feast, Elena began to hear the creaking of seams from Rachel's overfull clothes. Elena looked up from her notes, still scribbling furiously.

Rachel had gained more than anyone had thought possible, and she was still going strong. Some part of Elena felt she should stop the experiment, but she didn't want to skew the data. What extremes would Rachel reach in her gluttonous throws?

Rachel's button-down shirt gave up first. It had been fairly baggy over her figure before, but her stomach and breasts had caused the buttons to snap off, flying in every direction. No longer contained, Rachel's belly surged forward into her lap. It was a globe, starting to fold into itself to become a double belly. Rachel's breasts were overflowing her bra cups, the straps digging in hard around her torso and into her shoulders. She paid no attention to this, even though this looked incredibly painful.

Rachel's sweatpants started to creak as well. Her hips hadn't followed her stomach and breasts' example yet, but her thighs had expanded rapidly. Seams split along the outside and inside of her pants, going from the elastic almost to the ankle. Scant moments later, the elastic waistband snapped off. Still, Rachel was oblivious, stuffing her fat face with pizza.

Elena watched as the rest of Rachel's clothing began to give up the ghost, one at a time. The first was her bra, the bra straps snapping under the tension as the hooks around the band gave out. Rachel's breasts, marked with stretch marks and lines where the bra had dug in, flopped onto the expanse of Rachel's upper belly fold. As the last remnants of clothing fell to the ground, Elena began to hear another noise.

The comfortable chair that Rachel was seated at was groaning. Elena stood, dropping her clipboard. Moving to stand behind the chair, Elena could see the chair beginning to bend under Rachel's immense bulk.

Just as the last morsel of food passed into Rachel's lips, the support under the chair snapped. Rachel collapsed onto the ground, her whole body shaking and slapping together from the sudden movement. She seemed unharmed, thankfully.

Elena stepped over the wreckage, and picked up her clipboard again. Rachel still looked extremely dazed, looking around like she'd just woken from a nap. Elena had a few moments to make some more notes about Rachel's state before she had to answer questions, because Elena was certain Rachel would have questions.

Rachel had developed a second chin, and only a second chin. However this one chin was massive, covering the area where ner neck had been. It melded into her drooping cheek fat and sagging jowls, and created a tick roll to match her thick biceps. Her upper arm fat resembled fat hams, sagging down over the elbow and creating multiple rolls. Her forearms, hands, and even her fingers had all expanded too. Her wrists carried a roll of fat, and a sleeve of fat from her elbows covered a portion of her forearms. Her fingers looked like fat sausages, stiff and hard to bend.

Rachel's bare breasts were larger than before, by a significant amount. It was hard to tell how big because of how saggy they'd gotten, but without the support of clothing, they hung heavily to either side of Rachel's biggest asset: her stomach.

Rachel's stomach was a double-folded belly. The upper fold was round and smooth, juicy rolls spilling from her sides. Her lower belly hung low, and touched the ground to either side of her legs with how she was sitting. Her lower belly formed two quadrants of their own, hanging low and full.

Elena knew Rachel's legs, hips, and butt would be similarly affected, but it was hard to see exactly how they'd changed. As best as Elena could see, all of Rachel's lower body was coated in thick layers of flab, accompanied by huge rolls. Even her ankles had swollen into cankles and beyond, causing her fat feet to seem incredibly small by comparison.

It's an incredible change, though significantly more potent than we imagined. Elena scribbled. Volunteer has to be two to three times heavier than she was when she walked in. Will need to run fitness tests tomorrow.

Rachel burped, loud and clear. That seemed to snap her into herself, and she looked around, "What the hell!?"


"The drug was more potent than expected," Elena replied, putting a call out on her pager. She wouldn't be able to get Rachel to her feet, and Rachel would need new clothes, "I apologize, but you wouldn't let me stop you."

Rachel lifted up her hands in front of her face, staring at the almost unrecognizable limbs before starting to feel around at her body, "I'm huge!"


"This was always a possibility. It was explained in the paperwork you signed."

"No-it's fine...it's just," Rachel gave her arms an experimental shake, sweat beading on her forehead after such a simple action. Her body swayed in time with the motion, "Wow."

"Wow?"

&q uot;It's..." Rachel's fat cheeks flushed red, and she looked down at her bloated belly, "Well Alice and I always talked about gaining some weight together-"

"Say no more," Elenat interrupted, "I understand."

"How do I look? Am I still clearly me?"

"Of course you are! Your eyes and hair are quite unmistakable. Now, I have some help coming to us so don't worry about trying to get up just yet."

Rachel nodded, sighing, "Okay."

Shortly thereafter, the promised help arrived. Between them, they got Rachel to her feet. As the help left to go find large enough clothes, Elena took a moment to look at Rachel standing up. The younger woman had gotten bigger than Elena had expected, and judging from how hard she was panting, it was possible the rapid gain had done something to her musculature as well.

Rachel's stomach hung well past her knees, and would be an obvious obstacle to mobility. Her legs, that had been mostly obscured when she had been seated, were more on display. Her thighs were pressed together all the way to the knees, swelling out into thick hips. Her butt had blown up too, providing a counterbalance to her stomach. Her growth was unprecedented.

It took some time, but the helpers came back. With their help, Rachel got dressed. She was still figuring out how her body worked now she weighed so much. Her balance was shot, and she easily tired.

All the while, Elena's brain was alight with possibilities. There were other trials going on today. Should she raise the alarm? Postpone the trials for another couple of weeks while they adjusted the dose?

Rachel tugged her t-shirt into place, the grey fabric unable to contain the entirety of her stomach. It rested along the upper fold of her stomach, showing off the hanging, large second fold. Her pants were stretched tight like sausage skins, but they were on.

"There," Rachel wheezed, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand, "I'm dressed. Thank you."

"It's my job to ensure you're taken care of," Elena replied, dismissing the helpers.

"Is there anything else? My knees are starting to hurt," Rachel shifted her weight from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh, yes. Of course. I'll be around to your rooms later tonight, alright? Just need to go over this data."

"Of course. Good luck," Rachel took a few tentative steps forward, waddling heavily in order to walk. Her stomach bounced against her legs with ever stiff movement she made.

Spellbound, Elena watched until Rachel managed to squeeze herself into the hallway, and out of sight.