chapter 1

She loved being fat. It excited her. The thought of getting fatter turned her on even more. But no matter how fat she got it would never be enough. Even if she let herself balloon to an absurdly huge size, deep down she knew she would still want more. So she kept her fantasies in check, settling on a nice plump 200 pounds. At this weight she was just fat enough to appease her sexual desires without it impacting too much on the rest of her life. She daren’t let herself get any bigger because she just knew that if she started down that road she mightn’t be able to turn back.

A few years ago she had an online friend that she would role play force feeding scenarios with. He was the only person she had ever met that could say exactly the right things to take her all the way to a mind blowing orgasm. The scenarios he came up with were always unique and delightfully erotic. She used to have ‘cyber-sex’ with him nearly every day, sometimes they would go at it for hours and hours on end fantasizing about her eating until she grew to absolutely gargantuan sizes and she would orgasm again and again until she was completely exhausted.

It was amazingly erotic fantasy for her but she started to get uneasy when he wanted to meet her in real life. She got even more uneasy when he claimed that he had actually built a machine that could feed someone vast quantities of melted vanilla ice-cream (her favourite). He also claimed he’d dedicated much of his life to researching a chemical that vastly increased the speed and efficiency of the human digestive system. He made the outrageous claim that he could pack hundreds of pounds on to her body in a mere matter of hours. She didn’t really believe him, but she did believe he was deadly serious when he said he wanted to meet her and fatten her up for real, and that made her very uncomfortable. As much as the fantasy turned her on, she did NOT want to get that fat.

When he started threatening to hunt her down in the real world she got scared and broke off all contact with him, well nearly anyway. She was frustrated to find that she couldn’t get the same sexual satisfaction by herself or from anyone else she met online. Only he knew how to push her buttons ‘just right’. So very occasionally her desire would overshadow her good judgement and she would risk getting back in touch and let him ‘have his way with her’ in the virtual world.

Oh if only she’d had more self control. If only she had been smarter at hiding her identity online. If only she’d known better than to indulge the fantasies of a madman by allowing herself to become the object of his obsession. It was only a matter of time before her folly of re-contacting him gave him the chance he needed to track her down. Now to her dismay she found herself sitting naked in a very large room, her ankles chained to the base of a large padded bench on which she sat. She didn’t exactly remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered clearly was going to sleep feeling very content after one of their online ‘sessions’. He must have broken into her house during the night and drugged her somehow whilst she was asleep. She never even saw his face but she just knew it had to be him.

She looked around the room blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. As she peered up above her she saw a huge tank of white liquid being slowly stirred by a large industrial sized mixer. From that a long clear tube extended down to just above the bench where she sat. At the end of the tube was a nozzle, amusingly shaped like a large dildo. This was all eerily similar to one of her all time favourite fantasies that he had described to her online. Despite her fear she felt a small tingle in her crotch.

The nozzle lowered and positioned itself in front of her mouth. The thick white liquid flowed out of the tank into the clear tube and a small amount squirted out of the end hitting her right in the face, a small amount dribbling into the corner of her mouth.

It was warm and sticky and she turned her head away in disgust until a drop or two made it to her taste buds. The liquid was warm melted vanilla ice-cream. It tasted rich, creamy and sweet. So good in fact that she impulsively licked more of it off her lips so she could delight in its rich flavour. The cock shaped nozzle saw its chance and pushed smoothly past her open lips. Her gasp was muffled as tried to pull her head away but the nozzle followed her every move keeping itself firmly lodged inside her mouth.

She finally gave up struggling. As her chubby body sank back on to the warm bench the cock shaped nozzle began spewing forth its load of ice-cream deep into hear throat. She felt the warmth flow down into her belly. The nozzle began pumping the contents of the above tank into her belly in long slow steady pulses giving her just enough time to breathe between each load. Despite herself she could no longer deny how turned on she was. Her thighs were spread wide apart and a small puddle was forming on the seat of the bench between them.

She peered up at the size of the tank with trepidation, it was huge! Suspended about 10 meters above her it covered nearly the entire ceiling of the large room. She wondered with concern about how deep in to the roof it went.