chapter 2

Two weeks had passed. Ingrid has been gaining a solid 5 pounds per week. Now that everything is distributed. Her thighs no longer have that little gap, her butt isn't tiny anymore, her belly rests slightly on her thighs, her breasts are a little bigger and her arms are just barely rounder. Her cheeks are now chubby and she's an eating machine, completely sedated and unaware of her gain, though it wasn't much.
Her feedings would soon increase. Double desserts.

Another two weeks had gone by and now she's gaining 7 pounds a week. She is still at a healthy weight to her father's dismay. Her belly now has a small roll when she sits and her thighs are rather thick, she has c cups and basically, she's completely average.

Two more weeks, where we are now, she's nearly overweight. 170 pounds. In a month and a half. Her belly sticks out and is always bloated so that little roll is much smaller, she's starting to get back fat, a large, dimpled ass, large boobs, chubbier cheeks and she's starting to have the beginning of a double chin. Once she's officially overweight, father will stop sedating her for one day, just to let her see what she's becoming. Her boyfriend is worried sick. Her friends, they weren't real, but they miss the ego boost.
How will Ingrid react? Will she completely freak out? Father knows she'll try to escape, but she hasn't stood up for over a month and a half. She'll be too weak.
After a long day of continuous eating, it's finally time for desert, an entire jumbo container of cool whip, mixed with weight gain powder and a tablet. Her beverage an entire liter of cream soda. If she wasn't sedated she would never eat this much, she wouldn't even think of it, but now that she's stretched her stomach out so much she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
She ate all that in twenty minutes along with her drink. Her belly was large and bloated, what genuine pregnancy looked like. She'd developed a habit of rubbing her belly after a meal for the sheer sexual pleasure of it.

Another two weeks go by and she's almost 200 pounds. When she hits 200 he'll take her off the sedating drug for a little while and make her eat while she's conscious. Now she has a little double chin and her belly rests a fourth of the way into her meaty thighs. She has almost no muscle, so she wouldn't be able to fight him off if she tried. She must be eating at least 3 times the daily recommended calorie count.
She sat there, high as hell, rubbing her stomach and doing so until she falls asleep.