chapter 2

... quite a while later ...

Recently you've been sitting in a narrow lattice cage, hanging somewhere. You woke up in here when someone penetrated your pussy through the bars from below. The straps are gone and your hands are free, but the locked harness on your head continues to rob your eyesight and hearing. You drool on a tightly stretched gagball and anxiously feel your new, now fat, body. When you try to loosen some strings on the harness, someone bumps into your cage and you fearfully cling to the bars.

Full of panic about what they will do to you next, you remain in shock and for the first time you are grateful that your new fat pads at least relieve the pressure of the cage. Over time you feel increasingly hungry and absent-mindedly chew on your gagball.

The cage is let down and hands pull you out of a narrow cage door while other hands push into your fat from behind. You stand on your knees and hands on the cold stone floor when they let go of you.
Someone shocks you with a cattle drover on your massive rear end and in your blind attempt to evade it you hit the floor face first. Someone pokes you in the stomach from the left, another from the right, their fingers sink pretty deep into your fat. You get up and wrap your hands around your sides as best you can. Again the shocker. You slide forward on your knees. Once again. Again you evade forward. They poke your feet and hit your backside flat, at some point you understand that you should get up. With the pokes and the drover you can guess the direction in which you should go. Greedy hands grip your fat as you stumble across the cold stone floor, if you get too far sideways, they push you back. When the rubbing of your thick inner thighs against each other is already causing a burn, you bump into another grate with your outstretched arms.
Many hands grab you, turn around and chain you to the grid X-shaped.

The gagball is removed from you and a big jar is held to your mouth. When thick mush touches your lips, but you don't open your mouth right away, someone grabs your jaw from behind through the grid and gives you the familiar grip to understand that you have to obey. They feed you sweet, warm semolina and you are afraid that you won't catch up with swallowing or breathing fast enough. Much ends up on your now drooping full breasts and your protruding stomach. Testing fingers press into it to see how crammed you are. When a new jug has to be prepared, you start to swallow against the nausea that is burgeoning. Immediately you feel gentle rubbing movements on your fat aprons and under your breasts, someone is massaging your rump and back from behind. A thumb wipes the semolina blobs on your chin and pushes them between your juicy, plump lips.
The next thing you taste is not semolina, but soda. The carbonic acid makes it hard to swallow fast enough, but by pinching your love handles and nipples you soon have two large bottles intus and have deserve yourself a little break in which your bacon is kneaded.
You let out a deep long burp in relief. You would like to give in to the heavy sluggishness and escape the pain of your tense stomach through sleep, but again someone is holding something in front of your mouth. You open absent-mindedly and a huge mountain of whipped cream is squirted into your big mouth. As soon as you have swallowed the next portion follows, and they keep stuffing chocolate cake into you, too.

When you barely react anymore, eager hands treat your buttocks, thighs and finger your crotch, someone hangs weights on your already stiff nipples and kneads your breasts. When you realize that you could get a reward after all the effort and your pussy is completely flooded again, you gather your strength again and swallow more portions of cake and whipped cream.
Then you suck food scraps from several fingers in your mouth and they play with your cunt. You bend helplessly and hang in the chains, again hands plunge into you and your fat limbs and the fat apron, which is already threatening to completely cover your intimate area, dance wildly wriggling at the bars.

The orgasm puts you in a fat coma.