Chapter 4

My stomach let out an enormous growl as the compound finally entered my gut. The fact that I was hungry so soon after being stuffed full was concerning on its own, but the greedy way my belly absorbed the massively fattening goop made me break out in a cold sweat.

Would this be my life now? Unbearably hungry unless I was constantly filling my whiny body with nuclear grade calorie bombs?

I imagined how big I would get after all this was done, my tight skin giving up it battle against gravity as my hopelessly conditioned brain and body drive me to eat myself into complete obesity.

The terms of the contract stated I would continue being provided with how ever much of the Calorie Compound I needed to satisfy my food needs. That sounded great when I was signing up, I could get fat and not have to worry about supporting my increased capacity when I went back to my normal life.

Now that I knew just how much I had been altered, both mind and body, the idea terrified me. Infinite food to accompany an insatiable appetite and body custom built to become impossibly obese, the potential outcomes were hard to wrap my food softened mind around.

These thoughts absorbed me as the first 15 minutes ticked by.

Discomfort in my belly drew my attention back to my body.

My gut was huge. Bigger than it had ever been in the past, I looked like I was carrying sextuplets, my stomach protruded over a foot from my fat body, looking stretched and hard, even beneath the small mountain of fat that had accumulated on top of it.

I moaned with aching pain as the filling continued, they must have upped the speed of the feeding. Since the injection my digestion had been able to keep pace with my intake, but now I was filling faster than I could process the caloric load.

This continued for another 5 minutes, a small eternity from my perspective, as I grew more and more achingly full.

Finally the flow stopped and lay panting in the pod. As I caught my breath I began to notice changes in my body, I was beginning to expand outwards in all directions.

My ass swelled bellow me and I felt myself rise slowly towards the ceiling. My hips began pressing the pods padding. The oval that felt so large when I first was strapped into its restraints was now growing increasingly confining.

I was gradually filling the available space, my body exploding with new cellulite and plush flesh.

I felt my belly flop onto my thighs, finally giving up its valiant fight against gravity, and continue to push outwards over my crotch.

I tried to look down to observe my belly's progress and was presented with a view almost entirely blocked by swelling cleavage. My rapid, shaky breathing caused them to heave and jiggle violently. They jerked up and down mirroring my own shivering tension.

I watched in real time as they grew larger, my nipples stretching and distorting. All at once their exploding weight dragged them to either side and I was greeted with an unobstructed view of my gut.

It was Massive, I was beginning to develop an apron which looked as though it would become the defining feature of my 5’2 frame.

Just then the machine clicked back on and I gasped, tears filled my eyes as my pussy grew wet.

I squirmed, desperately trying to reach some part of my body to experience the onslaught of fat I was being forced to gain.

As the feeling of fullness reasserted itself I began to disassociate.

I gave myself over to thoughtless sensation, feeling an overwhelming heaviness push me back onto the cushions.

I gave into the flow of calories and all at once an immense euphoria blossomed in my mind.

I was fat, beyond obese. I was the greediest, horniest, most gluttonous girl I had ever seen and that was the truest purpose I could possibly aspire to.

This is what I had always wanted, ever since I was a little girl stuffing pillows under my shirt to feel softer. And now it was being handed to me. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy it.

I looked down at my legs spread wide, forced apart by my double stuffed thighs and I began sucking hard on the tube.

Each desperate gulp corresponded with a blooming of fat somewhere on my body.

Swallow, my double chin hits my neck

Swallow, a roll folds my belly in half

Swallow, I feel sweat break out between my back rolls

Swallow, my hips press into the side of the pod

Swallow, my hanging arm fat touched my
quivering breasts

Time disappears, I disappear, there is only the tube, the compound, and my ever growing body.

….

I open my eyes in rising shock. With a start I realize that the tube is gone, the restraints are no longer enclosing my chubby wrists, I am in my own home.

My stomach is also completely empty. My body is a series of rounded, bloated curves, but it's all me. There is no foreign substance adding to my impressive size.

All at once I reach desperately for my body.

I grab my belly, I have mere moments to hold its flowing expanse before my consciousness devolves into a series of cascading orgasms.

I grab each expanded part of my form as my body seizes and vibrates in waves of world shaking pleasure.

Afterwards I lie back wheezing, the simple act of fondling my obese body has left me utterly exhausted.

The hundreds of added pounds make every movement an impossible struggle, and as I consider standing I wonder if that is even possible in my current state.

My belly growls and entirely against my will I think about filling it. I shudder closing my eyes before finding my center, I brace myself on one flabby arm and roll myself onto my knees.

An unfamiliar ache hits me as gravity tries to flatten my engorged figure to the mattress.

My belly hangs almost to the floor, swaying slightly beneath me.

I throw one tree-trunk-like leg forward in a movement that would have been thoughtlessly easy for me mere days… or weeks ago, and let out a triumphant cry as i successfully support my own obese body.

I sit there for a moment catching my breath before pushing myself to a standing position, breath puffing from my underused lungs.

I wobble for a second, searching for a center of balance now utterly foreign to me.

My apron belly and pendulous tits try to pull me forward, but the rounded expanse of my ass gives me a heavy counterweight to lean back into. My legs spread wide to accommodate my plush thighs, and i settle into this stance as I begin to waddle heavily towards the kitchen.

“First stop, fridge.”