Chapter 18 compound conclusions

I was right. This life was amazing. I spent the next couple of months in a hedonistic paradise, stuffing my face with countless dishes brought to me all hours of the day. Jones gave Junior a room here too, and he gladly accepted the role of my cameraman and running my Onlyfans. He gave me regular updates about the number of viewers we had and our income. Honestly I couldn’t care less, as long as Jones was happy with my income and wanted to keep me here and full I was happy with it too.

I ended up increasing my dose of Bust-Ex even further, going from 12 pills a day, to 14, to 16. As I increased the dosage those psychological effects that Jones had mentioned became increasingly clear. Not only did I want to gain weight, I wanted to want it more. As such the pace of my weight gain only sped up. Within a month I was eating more than Dr. Jones, who congratulated me in a gushing statement of adoration delivered over the phone.

My weight continued to grow faster and faster under this situation tailor made to feed Jones and I as much as possible. I slowly started amassing my own attendants, like Jones’s. They were largely made of perverts, obsessed with watching me gain insane amounts of weight to such a degree they were willing to abandon the lives they once led to help it along and see it first hand. They were more than successful, in less than two months I was already over 400 pounds. Thankfully I received constant massages with lotion, much like Jones’s, which minimized the stretch marks. I still got some anyway, but I am confident that it would have been worse otherwise, and even if I was wrong, the massages were enjoyable. Everything here was enjoyable, I was pretty sure I could have turned my attendants into some weird kind of sex slaves if I wanted to, but even with my mind warped by drugs I wasn’t quite that depraved. Part of me wanted to, and to send a video of it, taken by Junior, to E.H.S.1969. It would make his head burst into flames like a cartoon character. I rarely ever moved anymore. I still COULD, I just didn’t like to, and I had little reason to anyway.

As I continued to raise my Bust-Ex dose I began to want this “Path of enormity” that Jones espoused. I was even able to convince Junior to cut Extenz pills in half so I could take one and a half of them. It made me substantially hungrier, and it made me enjoy eating far more, but it stopped just shy of wanting to eat until my stomach literally burst.

As the time went by I began caring more and more about my weight and appearance. I started asking Junior to take pictures of me and show them to me, so I could get a better view of myself as I grew. It was intense. My legs were tree trunks made of pure fat. They didn’t have that whole cottage cheese look. They were rounded, and all the fat made the skin feel almost stretched taught. No wrinkles could exist on me for long before being filled in by fat. My arms were shockingly thick, with ‘wings’ that stretched further down with every passing meal I ate. They ended up reaching below my, now massive, breasts easily. My stomach did much the same, flowing down and outward from my torso, which was so round that you could be forgiven for not even knowing I had ribs. My breasts were fucking gigantic, they would easily have been the biggest I’d ever seen if Dr. Jones weren’t holding that position. As they ballooned outward they reached the point where I could no longer reach my nipples with my hands. They would probably droop extremely low if it weren’t for the gigantic shelf they had with my stomach directly below them. They were so soft, so warm, so inviting, and above all, they were sensitive in the best kind of way. When they got big enough that I couldn’t reach them I would have had a fit. Yes, I’m sure a lot of my attendants would happily help fulfill my needs. With the way he looked at me. I think Junior would explode if I asked him to. But I couldn’t, even the naughty feeling of knowing Edward would explode with anger if he knew wasn’t enough to make me okay with that. I was just glad that their incredible weight, combined with their positioning, made them press against my stomach. It wasn’t enough to feel anything. But it gave me the hope that, as they continued to grow, they someday would make me feel stimulated by the excessive amount of fat inside them alone. I sometimes wonder if that’s what happened to Jones to male her so damned keen on this.

One day I spoke with Junior, saying “Hey Junior, can I have a word?” he agreed and I continued “Be honest with me. Do you think I am going insane? I honestly just want to get bigger now. It isn’t about Jones, it’s not about my breasts or my show. I,” and I paused briefly between words for emphasis, “Just, want, to, eat.” Before speaking normally again, “I want to get bigger than Jones, bigger than anyone. I want to be so fat that this building can’t hold me anymore, and I know it's insane. But you know what? I don’t care.” Junior was clearly blushing as I spoke. He was trembling ever so slightly, and said “Honestly? Yes, it is absolutely insane. But you know what I’D say about it? I am loving this insanity. I want your every dream to come true. I hear some of Jones’s attendants figured out how to expand a room to make it larger somehow. I hope it works, and I hope you make them WORK to keep this room big enough for you.” I laughed and said “Glad to hear it! Go check the night stand for me.” Junior went to the stand and produced a large bottle, it looked like a pharmaceutical thing. He said “This?” and I nodded, I could feel my chins wobble as I did, and I felt the excitement growing in my chest as he asked “What’s this?” I couldn’t stop grinning. This felt right in every inch of my being. I said “Jones’s friend from Pharmatech did it. It’s based on Extenz, but altered so that all it does is let me eat more. It hastens my digestion, and it increases the elasticity of my stomach, without touching my appetite. One of these is the same potency as the regular Extenz otherwise. I took five of them just before I called you in, and I took two of the normal Extenz.” I shot him a huge, and somewhat manic grin. Before finishing “The attendants are bringing me the biggest meal anyone has ever had. I was matching Jones’s eating before. Now I’m going to blow up so much that balloons will be jealous.” My stomach began to growl as I spoke, steadily getting louder as I said “When I took two before I felt like I just couldn't eat enough to be satisfied. I think I can now.” Just then I noticed my stomach had gotten so loud that it made hearing me kind of difficult. I said “Start up the camera, we’re going to want this recorded.” Junior looked so excited that he just may die.

Just then a knock came at the door, I just shouted “Bring the food and keep it coming. Don’t close the door, just bring more as fast as you can.” As I spoke the lead attendant did as instructed, and laid the food down before me. It was French Toast, just like that first night here. Except that, unlike that night a sharp, stabbing pain of hunger rolled around in my stomach. Enjoying the quality of the food was now a passive thing, I was aware that it was amazing, but the actual taste and quality of the stuff faded into the background, what really mattered was that it was plentiful and that it was heavy. Both things that rubbed off on my body. The massage was amazing, but I hardly noticed it as eating eclipsed all other thought. All that remained was the food. I didn’t bother with the fork and knife. I grabbed a piece of French Toast and let the powdered sugar cover my hands, let myself be coated in syrup. I was aware that the slice was stuffed with something. But in all honesty I paid no attention to what it was exactly, I was only vaguely aware that it was damned good. What I was aware of, and what I appreciated greatly was that the French toast was heavy, it filled my stomach with a nice weight. It was good, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Not by a long shot. I felt like nothing ever could be, and as strange as it may sound, I loved that feeling.

I never even noticed Junior turn on the camera. I was, however, aware that this would be like the last couple of times I took two Extenz, except this time I actually could eat everything. I could and I intended to. I ate the next slice as quickly as I could, I never touched the silverware once. I just engulfed the whole slice of French Toast as quickly as I could. I think I put the whole slice into my mouth in two bites but I didn't really know to be honest. A bit more of that glorious weight hit my stomach. But it still wasn’t enough, it’s a good thing I had people with far more coming. The next two slices went much like the first, perhaps even faster. No matter how much I ate my stomach felt empty. I’d feel better for a few moments when i swallowed, then it was like the food evaporated from my stomach and I just needed to be filled again. I was vaguely aware of a loud noise below my head somewhere, and I was aware that people gasped around me. But there was only one thing other people could do that possibly mattered, and they did it quickly thank God. My attendants carried in another tray of food, this one a mound of sauced noodles, good. I grabbed a fistful of noodles and swallowed them down with hardly any chewing. I was covered in sauce, it didn’t matter to me, not even slightly. Hell, I think I started to enjoy the messiness, it's like every inch of my body was saturated in taste, in weight, in. . . In food. After this, I don’t even remember what happened next to be honest, only that I did not stop eating for one moment until those pills wore off.

NOTE: The POV here shifts from Debbie to Junior.


She really was a goddess, like, some kind of insane ancient deity of gluttony and desire. On some level I felt this was wrong. I was afraid that Debbie would be hurt, either physically or mentally. Yet, I stood there mesmerized as tray after tray vanished into Debbie’s mouth. Her top burst off, failing under the weight of her stuffed stomach fapidly swelling. The rip steadily began to crawl up and down her shirt. Eventually reaching her neck and waist, neatly bisecting her top. She had no bra on underneath it, and was laid bare for all present. Yet, Debbie hardly seemed to notice. She continued eating like a woman possessed, every sort of food you could imagine, an entire shepherd’s pie, and lasagna, fine crepes and cheap store bought candy. It didn’t seem to matter what the food was to her, just that there was always more to eat, and the attendants made sure there always was. Eventually the waistband of her pants burst as well. I gasped when I saw it, as did one of the attendants, however the man who had worked for Doctor Delilah Jones hardly reacted at all. He seemed weirdly used to this. God, I hope I see enough of this to get so used to it too.

This beautiful insanity only continued. My sense of time would have melted completely under the sense of awe and desire that flooded my heart and mind, I was only kept aware by the timer on the camera I used. An hour passed, then two. Debbie didn’t slow down, nor did her attendants. I had blue balls, I didn’t care. I’d take care of myself when this was over, but I would rather die than take an eye off of Debbie for even one second now. She seemed like she would eat the entire world, and, dumb as that sounded, I wanted to see it happen. By the time the three hour mark rolled around, those pills she took must have began to wear off.

POV shift’s back to Debbie.


I steadily became aware of my surroundings bit by bit. I became more and more aware of my surroundings as I felt the need to eat recede. It was strange, I could feel the change in my stomach. At first it seemed to empty faster than I could eat. Then, bit by bit that began to change. I began to slowly feel fuller as I ate. Still far less so than I normally did. I got full so slowly that an entire pizza felt like one slice would normally. And dear God did these people have some heavy, filling foods. I got a huge bowl of oatmeal, normally oatmeal is a simple, light, and somewhat boring breakfast food. But this oatmeal was strangely thick, it was sweet, and it was heavy. I tipped the bowl upward and poured it into my mouth, swallowing as fast as I could. For once it felt fast enough. When I finished it I felt. . . Full. I looked down to see my chest completely coated in God knows what. The slurry of saliva and foodstuff coated me so completely that my skin was not visible. “God,” I said, panting as I spoke. “I bet I gained a hundred pounds in one sitring right there.” And laughed before I told the attendant, “I’m full, you can stop bringing me more food for now.” I then had an idea, a sort of animal instinct. I held up my right breast and began to lap up that substance that coated me. It tasted better than it honestly should have, and I felt weirdly driven to eat it all. The effects of those drugs must not have worn off completely. When I finished I decided to take a quick look around before doing my left. The attendants were surprisingly professional. All but Larry had left the room, and he stood at attention in the corner, awaiting orders. As I began licking the goo off of my left breast I caught sight of Junior. He blatantly stared, his mouth was even a bit open. I looked down to see my breast, half licked clean, and realized he was probably completely transfixed with lust watching me. I dropped my breast, which fell to my stomach, where it began to wobble like Jell-O

I called Junior over to me and he came, dead silent, I said “Two questions. Are you up to doing that again tomorrow?” Junior nodded so hard I was half afraid he’d snap his neck and said “Oh dear God yes, a thousand times yes. I would commit to taping that again every day for the rest of my life if that was an option.” I smiled and said “Every day?” he kept nodding. I asked The rest of your life?” he said “A thousand times yes. I think I’d die with joy if I could do that.” I said “Well, I hope you don’t die. This may sound insane, I know you’re five years my junior, and I know we’ve never had sex, but,” Junior cut me off with “YES!” and I laughed and said “Glad to hear you’re so excited, I was going to ask you to be my slave.” And laughed hysterically. Junior kissed me on my cheek. I felt it wobble slightly as he pulled back. He laughed too and said “Honestly? I’d say yes to that too I think. But yes, I will marry you. I don’t think I could ever even consider being with another woman.” I asked the remaining attendant “Thank you for everything. But, could we have some privacy?” He nodded dutifully and stepped out. Once he had I said “So, now for the main thing expected from a couple of newly engaged people.” As I blushed deeply. Thinking about how one of my breasts was still half coated in goo. Well, I could easily find out if it was just me, or if this stuff really tasted any good now that I had someone who would taste it for me.


Epilog


So, Junior and I were wed. Now even his dad couldn’t be mad at me for doing what I wanted with him. Besides, I don’t think any man alive wanted it more than Junior did.

I continued to grow faster than anyone thought possible. Even without the extra Extenz, I had eaten about as much as Jones had with it. So now that I had an endless stream of extenz and food I would quickly become the bigger Goddess of the compound, at least literally. Junior never ceased to watch me eat with an awe that made me want to love him in return. And Jones was happy for us both, and more than happy to watch me grow. She enjoyed my growth almost as much as her own, and more than anything else. Junior became leader of this insane little cult of people who worshipped me as some sort of goddess. They had only one job, one purpose, one grand charge, and it was simple. To get as much food for me as possible, and to do so constantly. I ended up going through with my prior idea and downed the last quarter bottle of Bust-Ex in one go, along with a similarly absurd dose of the new extenz as Junior watched in shock. I simply said “Now, let’s see how far I can really go.” With a gigantic grin. The whole staff would have to work even harder now.

That was the last day of my old life, my life of being able to stand on a scale and check my weight, hell, of being able to stand at all. I didn’t really miss it though. I still think back to my old life at times. Who would have thought, I was once so skinny that I thought five or six hundred pounds was a lot. Now I lived in a strange paradise. All I ever wanted was here, endless food, my deliriously happy lover, Junior, and my close friend Doctor Jones.

I never did call her Delilah though.

The End