Chapter 7 - the last one forever and ever

The guard gave Elsa no time to brace herself, it just began shoving the fruit into her mouth. She recognized the taste. It was the one that sort of tasted like chocolate. It forcefully shoved a carved wooden spoon filled with the contents of the fruit she’d almost been enjoying only a few days ago. It barely gave her time to swallow each spoonful. At first she tried to keep track of how much she was being force fed, since there was nothing for her brain to do, but she lost track after 15 spoons of fruity mush. It didn’t take long for her to begin getting fatter. She felt her improvised clothes get tighter and tighter and finally they started ripping apart. It was a surreal experience gaining 10 pounds every few minutes, she could feel her skin stretch as her body rapidly turned the contents of her stomach into soft fat.

The feeding went on for hours. She felt her belly grow over her legs like a heavy flesh blanket. The sides of the chair pressed against her hips. She tried not to think about it, but she did enjoy it a little. She loved the taste of the fruit and she never got full from it.

Finally the creature ran out of food for her and left to alert its leader. She swallowed what was left in her mouth and tried to catch her breath. She kept her eyes away from looking at her body and cringed anytime she could a new bulge or roll. She could also feel sweat beading all over her body. She couldn’t tell if she was actually starting to smell, or if she was just imagining it. She still couldn’t catch her breath.

It took an eternity for the chubboi leader to return. He smiled with glee when he looked upon the blob of a woman before him. He motioned for his minion to release her from the restraints. He limped to her and pressed his hand into her soft belly,” It’s a strange thought professor, but if you did manage to leave to your time, you’d be the fattest person on the planet.”

She still refrained from looking at herself,” Please, I’m trying not to think about it.”

He laughed,” Really, think. You can’t return to your own time now. If you did you’d be a freak.”

She felt her breathing slow and return to normal,” I know, but I’m trying not to think about that either.”

He lifted his hand from her flesh and walked to the doorway,” It matters not, now come. We must begin plans for restoring power to the machine.”

He left the room. No guards stood to keep her from making an escape attempt. She soon figured out why. She couldn’t stand. At first she thought they fattened her to immobility and she’d be stuck in the chair, but finally she got her huge, cellulite covered ass a few inches off the seat and then with all her strength, she got herself standing, taking a few unsteady steps forward. Each subsequent step was less of a struggle, but still difficult. Her thighs pressed firmly together and the weight of her belly put her off balance. As she reached the doorway, she was out of breath and sweating again.

She walked down the stone corridor, stopping every few feet to catch her breath. At the end of the corridor was a large room and when she finally was standing outside it’s door, she looked back and realized all that exertion was over walking 20 feet. There was no escaping this.

She entered the room and waddled to a bench in front of her without taking a look at anything else. She had to sit down before she collapsed. As she rested she looked around and saw a room full of the guards, mindlessly eating. She knew what the meat was, but moved away from that thought. The room had two other exits and taunting her at the one farthest from her was the voice, gesturing for her to fallow him. After a few more tries to stand, she slowly fallowed him.

He brought her to a room filled with artifacts like a museum. Things from the past, some she recognized, some she didn’t, lining wooden shelves. At the far end of the chamber was her time machine. She waddled her naked body to it as quickly as she could and wrapped her arm around one of the copper pipes.

She was overcome by relief and she started to feel like she was finally going to get out of this future hell, but it was interrupted by the voice.

“Now, fix it!” He coldly commanded.

She took a moment to stand, she was getting better at moving all her weight around, but it was still difficult to move just from how heavy she was. She crossed her arms and bit her lip, genuinely trying to come up with a means to refuel the machine. She convinced herself that she’d find a way to escape later, but for now she’d just get it working. Cooperating with them was the only way to accomplish that, for now.

She was left alone with a leather bag of tools. Some primitive and made by the hands of the chubboi and some were tools that the voice must have excavated from somewhere. It was a mix of things looking like they were from the Bronze Age and modern screwdrivers. As she inspected the bag, she knew there was no way to fix anything with this. She shook her head. Powering the time machine was barely possible in 1915. She was basically working with sticks in a cave. The other problem was now that her hands had gotten just as fat as the rest of her body. She clumsily jabbed at different parts with a screwdriver, but it was just too difficult.

She slumped back against the broken machine that brought her here. She felt the cold metal jab into her fat. This was hell.

She went over a million plans in her head, but every outcome would come out the same. She’d be carved up and served to the guards like a ham. A very fat, sweaty ham. She hadn’t stopped sweating since they fattened her like a duck for foie gras.

She continued tinkering with the machine. Not to fix it, but to take her mind off the situation. She did find something odd. There were scratches on the power cell’s metal casing. Like they tried to get it open by just stabbing at it. She laughed and though it was a miracle that it didn’t explode. Then, she got an idea. A plan for her escape. She had little time to prepare. She fumbled to remove the power cell and a few other parts. Picking the lock on the door wasn’t impossible, but her fat fingers always seemed to get in the way. She left her trap and as sneakily as a 600 pound woman can be, she moved towards where she thought the exit might be.

When the guards went to open the door to check her progress, she set of the door to puncture the power cell and to create a spark from a metal rod hitting the stone floor. It would most definitely explode and bring most of the cave down on it. It would make a damn good distraction to help her escape if she could find the way out. Well, a good distraction if she wasn’t close to it when it went off, or if it did at all.

Dr. Rose made her way down the corridors, using her memory and some intuition to find the way out. She found the cell she had been locked in earlier. She made a guess that the way out had to be through there. As she went through the corridor, she found a piece of the stone wall broken away. Underneath was an ancient water pipe. She couldn’t inspect it further though, since one of the guards was unlucky enough to open the door. It blasted hot air through the cave.

She couldn’t exactly run with so much fat hanging from her body. The best she could do was a fast waddle. She hurried into the parts unknown. She had no idea where this corridor lead, but she hoped that it was taking her further away from the guards and their skeletal leader.

The passage began to get narrower. Every few feet and it came to a point where she was too wide and had to walk sideways. The end of the tunnel was just barely wide enough and she popped out, breathing heavily and sweating more than ever. It had opened up to a large room. The tunnel was too narrow for any of the guards to pass through. The only one who could have access to this chamber was the leader.

“What have you done?” She heard his sickly voice from behind her,” You have ruined everything.”

She turned around to face him. She never realized that she was six inches taller.” You ruined my body, consider us even.”

His face twisted into a horrible scowl and he threw a punch. Her doughy belly completely absorbed it. Her belly sloshed around and she realized that all this fat was good for something. She shoved him over and while he was on the ground, she sat on him with all her weight coming down like a meteorite. He didn’t even scream.

With him taken care of, she could now get back to escaping. She figured the since the guards were incapable of entering this chamber, then she had to have been brought in somewhere else. She could hear shouts from the guards. She had to move as fast as she could. She squeezed through the entrance, but came out to the other side to see the guards there. They grabbed ahold of her and started dragging her away to probably lock her in some other horrible room. Then, suddenly they stopped. One shouted something in their language and reached for her ass and pulled something back. When she crushed the leader, one of his rings got wedged in a fat roll under her ass. They chattered amongst each other for a moment. They knew she’d killed their leader. Then, they bowed to her. It took her a moment to realize what just happened. Because she had killed their leader, now she was the leader. She smiled, as she had ideas for them.

It had been a few weeks since she’d spent those few awful nights under ground. She had the guards bring her to the surface, where she ruled over them from the old palace, with Faata beside her, like some kind of tubby jester. It was a good life, with no stress and her scientific knowledge brought things like electricity, powered by the nearby river. She became the queen of the future, sitting in a thrown made wide enough for her.