chapter 9

9.
I looked at the two liter container with little interest. Abram, Paula, and I were in the captain’s kitchen, a metal walled room where not even a grease stain was tied down. I had seen the inside of here sparingly, only when the double doors flapped inward after a cart was wheeled out to me. Now though, Abram had me come in robed to view the latest object that would stretch my poor stomach.

It didn’t look much different than the dozens of milkshakes I had guzzled over the last month. There was a bit of a yellowish color to it which gave me pause, but oddly I was happy that it was only two liters. Paula had been relentless during our time together, always forcing another gulp, another few mouthfuls down. She had me up to nearly four in one sitting. The packaging looked high tech, top and bottom of the container had metal caps so cold their surfaces were covered in frozen condensation. And I supposed the oddest part was that somehow, there was only one of these. I looked to Abram, then Paula, then back to Abram. Both of them looked excited in a way I hadn’t seen before. Their smiles, always warm, had a predatory glint to them, a hair too wide to be well natured.

‘Yea, and I’m a hair too wide right now too…’ I thought mirthfully, not able to stop the snort that rushed out my nose. That seemed to be enough for Abram, who gestured for me to sit down. I went, and right as I went to bend down he gave my butt a slap. I felt the flesh jiggle before the the chair flattened it out. Despite the horrors of my situation I had to curse myself as my cock stiffened.

‘That’s new,’ I remember thinking at the time, ‘Abram normally doesn’t touch me there in front of people. Maybe I’m getting… close to his standards?’ It was a funny thought, both because of how eager to please I was, and because I thought I was even close to being fat enough. Liked what he saw? Pah, it was more like he wanted one last touch to remember my still mostly skinny butt by.

“This fluid will taste… slightly different than what you’re used to,” Paula said, tying my hands and ankles, "More eh, savory.”

The funnel tube was inserted as usual and I began to suck it down, hardly paying attention to Paula’s spiel. I was used to it by now. As I downed gulp after gulp without a thought two things became apparent. The first was that she had left something out, the consistency. Some of the milkshakes weren’t much above a solid brick, but all those had at least been blended. Whatever this stuff was though, I hoped never to stuff myself with it again. Sticky and congealed, it felt closer to drinking glue than liquid. I had to struggle both against my stomach, and the funnel.

In a shockingly small amount of time I found myself stretched to the brim. There was still a healthy amount left, I didn’t know what to do. Despite slowing at times this last month I had truly embodied the eating machine the captain wanted. This hellish mixture seemed specifically designed to be hard to put down, but as I went to wave the white flag something strange happened.

“Weerrrrrrgulegurglegurgle!” My stomach growled in such a demanding way it was like I was starving. It was constant. The organ took on a life of its own, it vibrated and gurgled like it had been possessed by an angry ghost. I wasn't concerned to start, but as the volume of the sounds increased and my gut sloshed where I sat I began to think this was no ordinary shake. A minute passed, the sounds calmed down, and then something even stranger occurred.

Stuffed to a painful degree moments before, I realized that absurdly, I was hungry. Starving in fact. In disbelief I prodded my stomach. It was firm to the touch as my paunch was after a fresh stuffing, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I didn’t have something to eat soon I might pass out.

I looked up at Abram and Paula, who had retained that wolfish look from earlier. They saw the confusion on my face and knew they had gotten what they wanted. Eager faces urged me on.

‘Eat up now! Isn’t that what piggies like you do?’ Those smiles said, and while I normally would have been suspicious, the hunger I had dismissed grew severely. A growl wracked through my body. Despite the pressure in my gut my brain was practically screaming at me that I was famished, that I had to eat everything in sight lest starve. I figured I’d try and keep drinking, even forcing a mouthful down might ease this confusing new sensation. It slid down my throat easily, in fact, my body begged for more. I gulped down the thick mixture without thought, the only thing I cared about was ridding myself of this interminable hunger. Before I knew it the funnel was pulled away from my mouth. I was untied, my hands clasping my grossly distended belly.

Grumbles and groans from my midsection filled the room. It continued to slosh and churn. Somehow, I was hungrier than ever. I looked at the two in the room with widening eyes, now I was past the point of concern, I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. Abram patted my belly and gestured to Paula, who left the room.

“My little piggies hungry all of a sudden, huh?” I nodded, my mind growing foggier by the second. Abram smiled.

“That’s good. Don’t worry, that’s what you should be feeling. Now I’d like you to listen to that belly of yours.”

I didn’t know what Abram meant by that. He seemed to be telling me to eat more, but how was that possible with how full I was, er, used to be? He didn’t give me a chance to think. I was wheeled out to his room, and before me was a series of covered platters. Paula giggled as she plucked the tops off each. Burgers, fries, pizza, sushi, curry, cakes and pies. All my favorites.

“I can’t eat this, it’s not possible, I-”

“You’ll eat. You don’t have a choice.”

I was speechless, I looked at Abram with a look of dismay. He laughed and sank a finger in my belly.

“Feeling strange aren't you? It must be hard to focus by now." My look of dismay turned to horror, the whites of my eyes shined in the harsh halogen light.

"You won't remember this, so I suppose there is no harm. I don’t intend to be harsh. More, I do not believe you can stop yourself anymore. Please, just try and not finish anything we put in front of you. The human stomach is a true marvel. It can expand up to four times its resting volume. This can be aided in a few means, mental stimulation, chemical manipulation, hormone supplementation. Let’s just say I wanted you to push past even your modest sense of restraint, I want your body to store these calories like it thinks you are about to hibernate for the winter. I want a pig to eat until I force him to stop. A whale capable of eating all day. Or should I say, polar bear.”

My eyebrow cocked up.

“You know a polar bear cub eats up to double its weight every day? How do you think they achieve this?”

My heart dropped. The strange fluid. It couldn’t be.

“That’s right, their mother’s milk. It's pumped full of unique hormones. Cubs are driven near mad with hunger to encourage them to eat more than they ever could. Nature limits how much they can get their paws on, but not you. You will eat now without limits, and I cannot wait to witness it.”

Abram pulled my robe off me and grinned as it hit the ground. By now I could barely pay attention to what he was saying. My senses were overwhelmed. All around me were heavenly scents, platters of mouthwatering foods. Strange milk? Stomach capacities? Any worry I had faded into the fog, and my mouth began to water. Abram chuckled and ripped off my robe.

“Naked. Begin.”