Orly loosing control

Chapter 2

It took her four days to adapt to her new routine. This was caused by the fact that she tried to fight, resist them. They simply watched as she tried to control herself, but all her attempts to curb her appetite led to her giving up every time, as if rewarding herself for her attempts at self-control when her will faded away. She was losing control faster and faster. Mostly she sat or lay, not feeling the strength to do anything. And this was not only because of the drugs, but also because of how many calories she stuffed into her stomach, unable to somehow contain herself and her less and less slender stomach.

All the time she was not eating, she slept. Either way, she was being followed. If she took more than 500 steps a day or burned more than 500 calories, she was punished and not fed until the evening of the next day. Such a strict rule greatly motivated her to follow the instructions, because the groans of her hungry, bottomless stomach were too painful and by the time the punishment was over, she was greedily filling her distended stomach much more densely than her usual 6,000 calories at a time.

Immediately after that, they allowed her drown in a series of incredible orgasms, which, in turn, rooted in her subconscious, with the help of neurotransmitters and libido enhancers, a strong connection between sexual arousal and satisfaction, achieved only with a stomach filled to the limit, introducing the thirst to overeat even deeper into her life and forcing her to eat until dump at every meal.

For the past three days, they have been testing her physical degradation by making her run. She already weighs 80 kilograms, having gained almost 10 kg since her awakening. She was carried to a chair and fed, not allowed to walk for the rest of the day.

The next morning she woke up exhausted, her body ached, and the huge amount of food she had eaten the day before had not yet been rubbed her newfound plump and jiggling tummy. She didn’t know it, but to enhance the effect of changing her consciousness and habits, special hormones were poured into her, which made her feel more and more exhausted every minute, driving into her consciousness that any physical activity brings only pain and discomfort. They suppressed her endorphins. And when she was finally allowed to stop, she was drenched in sweat and completely exhausted, miserable, on the verge of fainting and nausea.

But they had a special tonic drug, which after 10 minutes of intravenous injection stimulated the appetite, and after 20 minutes her stomach was already filled almost to capacity, and her pussy was wet with excitement. Unable to stop, she begins to lightly rub the device attached to her pubis, sending another portion of fatty pudding and buns into her mouth. She felt so strange... happy... And this does not surprise her.

The last day flew by quickly. She felt her stomach fill and her body feel blissful, the pain subsides, and her pussy is so wet, as if someone is gently stimulating it with some kind of device. She is enveloped in bliss as the hormones flow through her blood. She is told how she will be made so fat that her body will be her own prison, and her consciousness and appetite will only make this cage stronger.

And her husband will be forced to take care of her, unwittingly contributing to even greater growth of her body, this will be his punishment. She tried her best to suppress the terrible feeling that these words are turning her on. She quickly lost control, stopped trying to do anything about it and drowned in a flood of pleasure that overwhelmed her for several minutes before she came, many times.

Finally, her consciousness floated away and she fell into a long sleep.
“Wake up, fatty,” said a soft but insistent voice. Orly opened her eyes. The light was very bright. She raised her head and shoulders, but was gently pushed back. “No, fatty, food first.”

She was hand fed, the food was delicious and a pleasure. Her dull gaze catches some graphics on the monitor near the bed. This feeding brings her indescribable pleasure. This treat was new for her, because she has never had the opportunity to eat while being hand-fed.

But she doesn't even realize it. She just eats and feels happy, alive and excited, and she doesn't care why, because it's almost instinctive to her now. She was fed and she eats, much longer than, it would seem, just recently it was possible for her. Saturation occurs much more slowly than before. But then she is persuaded to eat even more, and this only makes her happy. As her stomach fills, approaching a dull ache that gradually increases in intensity, her arousal grows proportionately faster and stronger. when her belly was so swollen from food that it seemed no longer able to accommodate a single crumb, the device between her swollen legs came to life and Orly obediently drowned in a wave of vibrations. And she continued to eat, swallowing food rhythmically until she drowned in a long orgasm.

On the second day she was allowed to get out of bed. This was not easy for her, she immediately felt weak and tired. Even just standing and not taking a single step, she felt exhausted. Standing on her feet causes her so much discomfort that she willingly sits on the gurney.

“It's time to fill your belly with food, fatty.” As she sat down, her shirt rode up and her newfound belly fat gently slapped her knees, spreading a few inches across them. “My stomach touches my knees.” She thinks out loud. Obviously this is the case. It was as if she was supposed to experience some kind of emotion about this, but it seemed to be indifferent to her, as if hidden behind drowsiness, uncertainty and a strange, but very strong emotion... happiness. A feeling of happiness instead of cowering in horror, a thirst for satisfaction, fulfillment to the point of nausea, no need to decide anything. Now she belongs to them.
“Your belly has grown noticeably.” The words were joyful and encouraging.

Orly was happy when her soft belly is gently shaken and gently pinched, causing soft ripples of fat. An immense feeling of happiness fills her, spreading goosebumps throughout her body. And when she looks down at this soft mass, she feels something strange, like... pride.
She was not given cutlery and was “forced” to eat with her hands.

Moreover, she discovers with surprise and concern that it brings her... pleasure, which overshadows a slight feeling of shame. She understands that she is drugged, but cannot fully concentrate and pull herself together.

This time she was allowed to stay awake for two whole weeks. She was constantly hand fed, her gluttony sessions end with powerful orgasms. Her life is as idle and sedentary as possible. There is no longer any need to bind her somehow, because now she was chained in her mind, and in her changing body. In those rare moments when she has to take a few steps, she notices that they begin to stuff her with food and please her as soon as she sits down or lies down, and then they immediately “help” her to fall asleep.

The last three days were again the most grueling. She was forced to move again, experiencing inhuman fatigue and pain. Her sweaty rounded thighs brush against each other, while her ass buttocks jiggled. Her stomach and bigger chest squish with every step. Her entire workout was filled with pain and nausea. In the end it was all over. She again heard a speech that soon she would again find herself in softness and comfort, in mountains of food and continuous fattening process, and about the care that would surround her with her fiancé, whom she missed so much.

They call her a fat fatty, but instead of being offended, this turns her on more and more, once again reminding her of who she has turned into, that now she will forever live a new life. That now the whole point of her existence is to eat and cum, eat again and cum again. When they woke her up, she weighed 100 kg. Her transformation from an athletic and active girl into a lazy, insatiable glutton is complete.

When they finally woke her up again, after what felt like an eternity, she weighed a whopping 167 kilograms. She hated to walk, because her muscles are completely unaccustomed to any activity. She and her husband, who had been reprogrammed over the past 11 months as a lover of fat women, now settled in rural Golan Heights, in a luxurious estate with guards and servants.

Now he was obsessed only with his obese wife. After just six months of their life together, filled with almost instinctive fattening, Orly’s weight was already almost 230 kilograms.

Due to the fact that she is prohibited from any, even the slightest, physical activity, she could barely stand on her own. But this fact, for inexplicable reasons, only turns them on more. Each of their feeding sessions ends in raw sex, culminating in a series of powerful orgasms.

This is now Orly's fate - food, sex, orgasms with a stomach full to the limit and continuously, more and more overgrown fat woman.