chapter 5 - day two

Jenni gasped as the fattening liquid stopped its invasion of her stomach. She looked up at Trisha, then at Chris. Both of them were smiling, almost unable to control their pleasure in this quite unthinkable situation, at least in Jenni's mind. As Jenni looked down at herself to see the damage to her previously chubby body, and her jaw came close to falling off of her face.

She was no longer the 'slightly chubby' girl that everyone knew her as. She was a lardy whale. Her huge gut splayed before her, she realized she couldn't see her feet. She could barely see her toes, and it was quite the strain to get her much thicker legs above the horizon of her belly. She looked down at her breasts. She was optimistic that maybe her boobs would have been the one thing that would profit out of this exchange, but she was let down as she saw that they were not large and perky, as she had hoped. Instead, her breasts were flabby and hung down to her sides, as her bra had snapped off some time ago, during her expansion. She couldn't see her thighs or lower legs, but she could tell they were much larger. She filled out most of this large and sturdy chair.

Trisha stepped forward. "Now that you've been prepared, we can see where you lie on the weight spectrum!" She was very enthusiastic about all that had conspired in this room.

Apparently, the chair Jenni was sitting on doubled as a scale. Chris walked over and turned on the monitor which hung in the top corner of the room. It bounced around for a couple of seconds and then settled on one number.

463 lbs. She weighed four hundred and sixty-three pounds. She gained that much weight in half an hour?! How is that even possible? Then she remembered that possible was no longer a question, as Trisha has already proven. She started to break down and cry, horrified that this event has happened to her. Chris walked behind the chair and began to massage her shoulders. His touch was so warm, almost as if he had just washed his hands with warm water, yet they were dry. He moved his way down and forward to her breasts, and began to massage those, the monstrous blobs that they were. He then moved around the chair and to the front of her, once again massaging her belly, rubbing and compressing with his muscular arms.

Trisha cleared her throat, signaling to Chris that it was enough, and he withdrew. Trisha stood above Jenni, who felt helpless in this position, tied to a chair, obese beyond her wildest dreams of herself, and scared. Trisha spoke with conviction and without wane. "Now you are to follow my lead for the rest of your time working here, right Jenni?"

Jenni almost immediately replied, afraid of what the dominant being in the room could do to her. "Yes, ma'am."

Trisha smiled with--what seemed to be--pride. "You catch on well, waste manager. I think we'll call you pig from now on, since you aren't even small enough to be called piglet," She chuckled, "You will also be working at the cashier, we need to give you lots of publicity!"

Jenni went pale. "T-the cashier? Then everyone will see me... like this!"

"That's the point, pig. We want them to see you. You'll be our trophy."

"What about my friends! And my family?"

Trisha cackled with evil laughter. "Well, that's the beauty of it, isn't it? You never existed! They don't know you! Your family never had you as a child. Your friends never befriended you! You might meet them sometime, but they won't know who you are."

Jenni slumped back into the large chair, soaking it all in. She had no family? No friends? Was she going to spend her life eating other people's leftovers? She hoped not. But part of her hoped so. She would never admit it, but she actually enjoyed eating all of those burgers, and drinking through that tube. She liked the feeling of the heavy belly on her body, weighing her down as she breathed. She couldn't come close to explaining it, but she definitely felt it.

The bands on her wrists were suddenly unstrapped. More magic, she assumed. Trisha pointed her towards the kitchen where a single piece of paper was lying on a table. Jenni waddled over awkwardly picked it up. On it were many different things, like an address, a list of places, and a name. It wasn't her name.

Trisha came over and patted Jenni's ass once. "Confused? That's you." She pointed to the ID and passport that had just appeared on the table. It was not her ID or passport. Had Trisha changed Jenni's identity completely? The ID showed the name Cassandra Becks. She lived on a completely different street in a different neighborhood of the city. She had never been out of the country. She never completed a degree, and dropped out of college because she couldn't fit in any of the school's chairs. She had always been a big girl, but after quitting college, she gained 100 pounds in a year, before working here. According to whoever knew anything about her, this was all true.

She was no longer her past self. She was Cassandra Becks, Waste Manager.