chapter 3 - wtf

I woke up to a television screen with Jacob on it. “Hi, Chloe. Glad you’re awake. I’m sorry about last night, I just needed to move things along. You are so cute, honestly very attractive compared to my usual clientele. I still can’t believe my luck in getting you here. Anyway, it was great meeting you, but I have to move on now. I probably won’t see you again so good luck in here, bye” The screen went dark and I looked around the room. I was on a very large hospital bed in a white large room with nothing in it. I went to the door, but it was locked. I was locked in here. I banged on the door for help, but nothing came. I didn’t understand what was happening.

As I was banging on every surface of my room to try to find a weak spot to try and escape from, 4 men came in wearing white scrubs. I instantly bolted for the door trying to get through them and escape, but they caught me and held me down against the floor. “Okay Glen, she’s ready.” One of them said. This short man in a suit came in with a needle. He injected me and I immediately passed out.

When I awoke, I was strapped to a wheelchair. I looked up to see a crowd of people. I was on stage in some kind of stadium. “What is going on?” I screamed. But the audience just laughed. A man in a sparkly silver suit came closer to me and said “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Chloe. Chloe is a feedee who dreams of getting real big, but doesn’t want to commit to the fat lifestyle. Should we make her dreams come true people? Should we make her lose control of her appetite?” The crowd cheered and applauded in agreement. He looked me right into my eyes and calmly said “Look into my eyes Chloe, you will do as I say.” “I will do as you say” I repeated without even knowing what I was saying. He continued “You will eat whatever food is placed in front of you” “I will eat whatever food is placed in front of me” I kept repeating. He snapped his finger and it was set. I didn’t know what he did but I knew the crowed was pleased. The host looked at the audience and cheered with them looking at me. “ Join us anytime on our live feed and we will have another appearance from Chloe on Friday, don’t miss it!” he said while I was wheeled out.

They wheeled me though a huge white hallway at the back of the stage. They brought be to the bedroom. This time there was a huge table next to the bed full of food. There was a pink cake, fried chicken, and a bowl full of mashed potatoes. Two of the men forced me to my bed, while the other placed all the food on a huge tray and placed it in front of me. They took off my chains and I couldn’t help myself, I started eating. My chains were off, the door was wide open but I didn’t escape. I couldn’t, eating was suddenly more important. I started with the chicken and mashed potatoes. They were really good, but I was full after only two pieces. There were at least 8 more in front of me and still half a bowl of mashed potatoes. I kept going even with a stomachache. I looked at one of the guards that was just staring at me and asked, “Could I have some water?”. “No, but you can have soda.” He said while bringing me a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi. I had stopped drinking soda since college, but this food won’t go down without it, so I started drinking it right from the bottle. I burped silently, trying to hide it and continued eating even though I was in so much pain. I felt so bloated but kept eating. It was so uncomfortable. I finished the potatoes but there were still 4 pieces of chicken left plus a whole double decker cake. The food was delicious, I couldn’t remember the last time I had anything fried. The problem was the quantity. It was too much, and I was in so much pain. One hand was shoving food into my mouth while the other rubbed my belly to try and make the pain go away. It felt like intense constipation and bloating. Finally, the chicken was gone. I drank some Pepsi to try and get myself ready for the cake that one of the men conveniently slid closer to me. I took a deep breath and started eating it with my bare hands. My belly was sticking out and my pants were extremely tight. I could barely breath, so I unbuttoned them, still rubbing my swollen belly with one hand. I suddenly felt wet. I hated losing control an eating so much, but I was also aroused by all of this. The pain and the pleasure came at the same time. No one was forcing me to eat anything, but I just had no control. I had to finish everything! I was taking handfuls of cake and shoving it into my mouth. I had frosting all over my face but finishing this cake was more important than my cleanliness. I was turning into a pig. I was halfway done with the cake when my shirt rolled up to my boobs. My tummy was exposed for all to see, just sitting on top of my unbuttoned pants. Still my embarrassment didn’t trump my need to continue eating so my tummy remained exposed. When I finally finished eating, all I could do was cradle myself on the bed in pain. I was crying and embarrassed. I stretched out my shirt to try and cover myself. I was completely helpless. What would they do to me next?