Chapter 5 - Month 4 & 5

**Chapter 5: A Desperate Gambit**

The months rolled on relentlessly, and with each passing day, Laura, Emma, Sarah, and Mia found themselves succumbing to the farmer's sinister plan. By the end of the fifth month, their once-slender frames had ballooned to 100 kilograms each. Their bodies had transformed significantly, their bellies now protruding prominently, and their thighs rubbing together with every step.

**Laura**: *gasping for breath* "We're reaching a point of no return. Our bodies... they're not the same anymore."

**Emma**: *voice strained* "And the pain in our backs from carrying this extra weight. It's unbearable."

The feeding regimen remained torturous, with the tubes forcing high-calorie meals into their already overburdened lardy stomachs. It was during these feedings that the first signs of cellulite and noticeably red stretch marks began to appear, dimpling their thighs and bellies.

**Sarah**: *whispering* "I've noticed these lumps on my thighs. Is this what happens when you gain so much weight so quickly?"

**Mia**: *nodding sadly* "Yes, it's cellulite. Our bodies are struggling to cope with this rapid change."

The heat of summer made their confinement in the barn even more unbearable. Sweat glistened on their chubby bodies as they endured the sweltering temperatures. The air was thick with the sweet smell of unwashed flesh.

**Laura**: *struggling to move* "I can hardly turn anymore. My thighs... they chafe so much at the slightest movement."

**Emma**: *teary-eyed* "And the way our bellies jiggle. It's humiliating."

Their improvised conversations, or better mostly unintelligible mumbling during the feedings became more urgent as they realized the severity of their situation. The farmer continued to believe they were resigned to their fate, unaware of their growing determination to escape.

**Sarah**: *whispering, determined* "We can't let this continue. Our bodies are suffering, and our spirits are breaking."

**Mia**: *resolute* "We need to make a move soon, before it's too late and we‘re too fat."

As they reached the milestone of 100 kilograms, their bodies bore the physical marks of their captivity. Cellulite and bright red stretchmarks marred their once-smooth skin, and their discomfort was palpable. They knew they had to act quickly, or their fate would be sealed.