Chapter 5 - Swelling Everything

Alice’s jaw hung open and her eyes widened in shock as she took in the startling sight before her. The pair of youthful and pale white tits the young blonde woman had known her entire adult life were gone, and in their place now sat two enormous and shapeless blobs of fatty tissue the size of extra-large watermelons, their pearly white skin tone nowhere to be found as a golden mocha hue now coated their skin. Confusion and panic flooded Alice’s brain as she watched the two men fondle the massive sacks of fat clinging to her chest, their large wobbling shapes twisting effortlessly around the men’s fingers as they played with their yielding forms. The soft mounds of excess flesh were comically massive compared to her otherwise slim frame, and their freshly darkened skin tone stood in stark contrast to the rest of her pale body, their warm buttery brown hue now eerily similar to the skin tone of Alice’s captors.

Wearing a devilish smile across his rigid face, the man on Alice’s left tossed one of the woman’s transformed breasts at her face, its hulking and yielding form smacking Alice in the nose before flopping awkwardly in front of her eyes. Being used to perky breasts that almost always retained their shape, Alice was stunned by how the man had been able to toss her breast around like a toy, even managing to strike her face with the doughy sack of soft flesh. However, the greatest shock of all came when Alice’s fatty breast ceased its wobbling, leaving the crown staring directly back at the young blonde’s face.

“Oh. My. God,” Alice whispered quietly to herself as she stared slack jawed.

Much like the rest of her breasts, Alice’s delicate pink nipples had been twisted and reshaped into something else entirely. Resting only inches from her face, Alice found herself staring at a large, plump nub almost ten times the size of her old nipple, its rich brown skin tone appearing even darker than the rest of her discolored breast. The girthy nipple looked as though it had been designed specifically for nursing newborn, its large shape jutting out over an inch from her breast. Alice felt as though her soul was sinking into quicksand as she eyed the thick nub, her eyes following its shape as the darkened skin transitioned into her areola. The dark circle of sensitive skin fit in perfectly atop her transformed breast, it’s once quarter-sized shape now stretching to more than ten inches wide.

Still wearing the same smug smile across his face, the man that had just thrown Alice’s breast grabbed the shapeless sack and pinched the large dark nipple sitting atop its crown, the action sending a jolt of excitement straight down Alice’s spine.

“OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK,” the 27-year-old screamed aloud at the sudden wave of pleasure that washed through her upper body, her arms and legs pulling against their bindings as the captured researcher’s head reflexively shot backward onto the stone altar.

Without warning, the two men released the woman’s breasts and returned to the mob, leaving the woman to shudder as she felt the two bumbling appendages wobble wildly across her chest before drooping off the side of her body.

“This isn’t real,” Alice thought to herself as she laid on her back, her eyes staring upwards towards the night sky. “It can’t be. Those weren’t real. This is a dream. This is a dream and I’m going to wake up any minute now.”

But reality hit hard and fast when the cupbearer returned to her side, and Alice’s face wore a defeated expression as the man poured yet another serving of the dark purple liquid into her body, the young blonde woman swallowing every last drop as soon as possible. Whatever her captors were doing to her body, Alice had accepted that she was completely powerless to stop them, and she feared what her captors might do if she tried to resist.

With the liquid pooling in her stomach, the heat that had engulfed Alice’s body now felt as though it radiated across her entire existence, and the young blonde sensed anticipation growing within as she felt the tingling sensations swirling across her body, its presence shifting away from her chest and towards her lower half.

“Please no moreeeee,” Alice pleaded in a language understood by none of those around her.

Nearly four dozen men now stood in a circle surrounding the altar, their deep, masculine voices continuing to chant along in unison as Alice felt the tingling intensify into the familiar pumping sensation that had just dissipated from her chest only moments ago. Pulling against her bindings, the restrained woman could do nothing but stare into the sky and pray as her feet were hammered again and again by what felt like invisible pumps pushing fresh adipose tissue into her feet.

Unable to physically see the changes happening below, images of her now fatty mocha breasts filled Alice’s head as she felt the rope around her ankles dig further into her skin. The concerned blonde groaned as soft tissue multiplied throughout the lower half of her body, with even her delicate toes plumping into thick stubs as her feet were remade to support a much heavier body that had spent its life mastering the art of hedonistic overindulgence.

“Oooohhhhh. Ahh. Ahhh! Nooo ooow owww owwww!”

Alice was awash in an uneasy blend of both pain and pleasure as the ropes around her ankles gripped her expanding form even tighter. Each pound of additional flesh sent a spark of pleasurable into her brain, and yet the growing discomfort above her feet had become impossible to ignore as the rough bindings dug further into the thick cankles where her feet and legs had once met.

Alice knew the pleasure pulsing in her mind had to be some sort of sick trick, an engineered biological mechanism to lower her guard to the changes being forced upon her. She had always maintained a thin and healthy body for a reason, and the idea that her brain would actually take pleasure in its downfall startled her almost as much as the physical changes sweeping across her body.

“Please make it stop. Please make it stop. Please make it stop.”

An avalanche of fresh fat was now piling into Alice’s calves as the pumping sensation worked its way up through the young woman’s legs, and Alice could feel her lower half actively spilling out in all directions as her expanding body’s sensitive skin came into contact with more of the altar’s cool surface. Alice’s thighs, which had been forced apart the moment she had been tied down to the altar, were beginning to brush against each other near her hips as a soft, jelly-like tissue crammed itself underneath her skin. The young blonde’s lean and athletic legs were visibly swelling into a set of thick and meaty thunder thighs right in front of the crowd, their wobbling, cellulite-coated forms fighting each other as they devoured Alice’s thigh gap inch by inch.

By the time the elderly cupbearer returned, Alice’s slim and athletic legs had been completely replaced by a set of massive and fleshy tree trunks, and the exhausted woman silently mouthed the word “no” as he positioned the cup close to her mouth. With no resistance left, the man placed the cup at the Alice’s lips before pouring the dark liquid down her throat, the woman’s mouth quickly lapping up the sweet flavor as she complied once again in her corruption.