Chapter 3

I woke again. I had lost track of any sense of how many times I had done this. All I could use to track the passage of time was my own expanding body.

I was no longer thin, in fact, chubby was beginning to come short of describing my weight. My entire form had swollen with thick fat. I could feel my belly weighing me down, making my breathing more labored.

My breasts were a heavy weight on my chest, my hips had blossomed into twin love handles. Every part of me was now soft, bulging with squishy chub.

I waited nervously as the fluid began to make its way into my belly again. I had given up resisting the process after the first procedure, but I still couldn't shake the fear that came along with being filled up like this.

I had no control, I had signed away all of my agency and now I was being used like an object. I was incapable of slowing or stopping what was being done to me and it terrified me.

The machine sensed my terror and sent another dose of meds racing into my blood stream.

As the first few minutes of filling went by, the fear mixed with pleasure, and a sweet cocktail of helpless arousal crept over my clouded mind.

I knew my stomach capacity had been stretched to almost unimaginable levels. The clock on the wall told me that I could contain almost 30 minutes of constant flow now, and despite my new double handful of belly, I could easily see myself expanding.

My stomach ballooned up to the size of a beach ball, pushing my breasts up and making me look nine months pregnant, but after 15 minutes of inflation the growth stopped.

Whenever I reached this point I would begin salivating and sucking desperately on the tube.

Ever since the injection my body had changed.

Once food had time to settle in my stomach, I would begin digesting it rapidly, and when that happened I would start to gain weight.

My skin would itch and stretch as my fat rolls visibly deepened.

I watched my belly sink lower over the course of half an hour, I counted the seconds as it came closer and closer to obscuring my view of my own feet.

The feeling of my gut suddenly pressing on the mound of my pussy sent me careening back in pleasure.

I bucked up hips and my gut jiggled violently, slapping my thighs and before resting globe like in front of me.

I was gaining so fast my skin couldn't take it, every part of me seemed packed to bursting with fresh fat. My tits were arching orbs, perfectly round and taught.

My belly, despite its jiggling softness, resisted gravity mightily. instead of hanging down it jutted out from my once flat waist, a perfect circle of fresh fat.

After being fed I would continue getting visibly fatter over the next hour, and during this time Dr. Tell would run tests on me, using small samplers to collect blood and saliva, taking measurements of various body parts.

All the while I would plead with my eyes.

Growing so large, so soft, without being able to feel it for myself has become the purest form of torture.

I had become almost pathologically desperate to experience my own ever-growing body.

My only source of release came from their hands.

They never gave me what I wanted until the work was done, but I found if cooperated, kept myself from wiggling over much and didn't try to pull back from the testing, they would finish sooner, and I could get what I needed.

They turned from the monitors after what seemed like an eternity and I shivered with anticipation.

First they lifted my gut off of my pussy.

“This is growing quite nicely” they said with a small smile “your metrics suggest your belly is receiving the majority of your added weight.”

They reached below my gut to caress the soft mound of my fupa and I gasped, pressing myself into their touch with mounting desperation.

“The conditioning of your pleasure response is also coming along”

They grabbed my fupa and shook it, sending my whole body into a cascading chorus of jiggles. I cried out and came violently.

They continued to hold on to my pussy as my breathing stabilized

“Watch closely ms. Grace” Tell said slyly shaking my belly lightly

I stared down at their spread fingers grasping my gut, and my heart started beating faster. The fat bulging around their fingers was getting thicker, moment by moment their hand was being overtaken by my own swelling flesh.

With a flop my growing belly pulled itself from their grip, resting heavily on my thighs, In a matter of minutes I had put on so much weight that their single hand could no longer hold up the swollen expanse of oozing chub that my stomach had become.

I stared hungrily at myself as they moved their hands to my thighs. I could feel them pressing together all the way to my knees, and now that I focused on them I could actually notice my legs being slowly forced farther apart.

I was being lifted off the bed as my stuffed belly emptied and my ravenous fat cells filled.

Tell went inch by inch, holding and squishing all the new weight of my body, brushing my burgeoning double chin, burying their hand in the massive rolls at my waist, pushing my swollen breasts together, letting me press my face into their expanse.

“You are now over 250 pounds ms. Grace” they whispered into my ear “you are only 100 pounds away from our goal.”

“Soon you will transition into the next phase of the program and you will be able to continue your expansion on your own terms.”

They leaned even closer, i could feel their breath warm on my neck

“Your body will be forever changed, just as you wanted, and we will continue observing you as explore your new..” they pressed their hand into my now empty belly “anatomy”

As they finished speaking the machine clicked back on and my eyes shot wide, the feedings had always been separated by a period of rest in the past, this was something new.

“Its time to say farewell now ms. Grace” Tell said with a quiet sadness “You have been an excellent subject, I hope you enjoy your new body”

Without another word the Dr. Walked from the room and I was left alone, a line of fattening liquid making its way to my waiting mouth.