Fatiosa

chapter 3

Furiosa discovered a pattern in her feedings over that first week. For the first two days, she was brought food almost constantly, approximately twenty large plates worth of food with ten cups of milk. That first day in particular was the most brutal, mainly because Furiosa had to be force fed the first seven or eight plates of food before finally giving in and eating them on her own. The following day, she ate another set of about twenty plates. The third day, however, she only received one cup of milk and no food at all. Then, she was fed constantly on the fourth and fifth days once again. And then on the sixth day, nothing. Again. Then yesterday, the seventh day, she was back to being fed again. She couldn’t figure out the purpose of the pattern. Two days on, one day off, repeat. She remembered the relief she felt on that third day. She woke up expecting to be stuffed and was pleasantly surprised that she was allowed to relax. She was so stuffed from the previous two days that she hardly cared that she had nothing to eat. Then on the sixth day, when she received no food yet again, she felt the same relief. That is until about an hour before she went to sleep. She could have sworn that she felt just the tiniest hint of hunger building up inside of her. It bothered her at the time, but she easily ignored it and went to sleep soon after. Now, at the beginning of her eight day of stuffing, Furiosa had begun to notice some of the effects of her feedings. She stood at the center of her room. She noticed that she felt different, somewhat heavier maybe. Like her movements required the slightest amount of more effort. She knew she had gained wait. She could feel the tightness in her clothes, but she lacked a mirror so she couldn’t actually see the results completely for herself. It wasn’t too much, but it was noticeable and it was certainly a lot to be gained in such a short amount of time. Her face was pretty much the same, although there was a miniscule amount of new fat that had formed over her neck and upper chest area. Her breasts were bigger, pushing against the white fabric of her shirt, looking like they were spilling out over her corset of belts. The belts were really straining themselves. She should have loosened them a couple of notches, but it kept slipping her mind. The small gaps between her belts revealed more of her white shirt, the flesh underneath making it bulge out slightly from between each belt. Her arms, mainly her upper arms, definitely had some fat on them, the signs of small rolls starting to form near her armpits. Her black pants were certainly tighter as well. Her slightly larger shape was better defined as every curve of her new meatier legs pushed against the fabric of her pants. Her overall shape was a slightly larger hourglass with a noticeable curve in the stomach area and in her ass from the side view.
She wasn’t all that thrilled with where she knew this was inevitably heading, but she had to remind herself that in some ways, it was better than being tortured to death. She would continue to endure Immortan Joe’s feedings for the time being. She was confident that with patience, she would find freedom. One day, someone was going to slip up and she was fully intent on taking advantage of such an opportunity to escape. Her self-reflection was cut short when her two feeders entered the room with the beginning of her daily feast in their hands.
The next day, Furiosa awoke with some pain in her stomach as usual. She looked down to see that it was still somewhat hard and swollen from the day before, although there was a small layer of soften coating the outside that hadn’t been there a week ago. It was five hours before a single cup of breast milk was delivered to her room. She drank it as fast as she could, seemingly forgetting just how repulsive she found it to be when she was first introduced to it. Roughly six or seven hours after that, Furiosa found herself actually feeling kind of hungry. She knew she wasn’t going to get any food until tomorrow, but the thought of food was starting to consume her mind. She told herself that it was probably a reasonable thought. Even if she was stuffed the two days prior, it was only natural to feel hungry after going an entire day without eating. Her mind was beginning to change.
Three days later, the twelfth day overall, and the fourth day of no food, Furiosa began to feel very hungry shortly before her cup of milk was delivered. It was killing her. She just needed something to eat so badly. The thought of asking Joe’s thugs for something to eat crossed her mind, but she resisted the urge, a part of her deep down knowing that that’s what Joe probably wanted her to do. Later that night, as she started to fall asleep, she found herself growing excited for the next day to start. She was looking forward to eating more food.
Three more days, later Furiosa awoke with a full stomach per usual, but it didn’t hurt her like it normally did. She stood and looked down, pressing her hand into her stomach. It, along with the rest of her body had definitely gotten a little bigger over her second week of stuffing. She removed the multiple belts she wore around her waist a couple of days ago, some of them ripping and all of them squeezing her increasingly plushy stomach. It left her round stomach visibly pushing against her white shirt with the outline of her belly button clearly visible. Pressing her hand against her stomach, she was surprised to feel that, under the outer layer of flab, was a hardened full stomach. She didn’t feel full at all. In fact, she felt hungry as soon as she opened her eyes. The five hour wait for her milk to be delivered was agonizing. But when the henchmen came by, she stopped him and begged him for something to eat. She got on her knees and begged him. He told her he would run it by Immortan Joe. Thirty minutes later, the henchmen returned with two trays, each with two large plates of food and one glass of milk.
“Immortan Joe says you can have your food. But you gotta eat it all, alright” the henchmen said as he sets the trays down on the floor in front of a sitting Furiosa.
“Thank you” is all she said before she started digging into her food.
The henchmen smirked before exiting the room. Waiting outside for him was Immortan Joe.
“The pig is eating now” the henchmen informs his master.
“Good. You have done well thus far. Furiosa is broken. She is gone. Now we must shape her into what we need her to be” Immortan Joe responded, ready to start the next phase of his plan. He had broken her. Furiosa was no more. But Fatiosa was just about to begin.