Chapter 5

My body’s movements are sluggish and completely unfamiliar as I make my way out of my room.

The first thing I notice is the way I am forced to swing my legs wide of center to allow my thighs to clear each other.

The last time I was standing I had a thigh gap, and now I waddled as clumsily as a toddler.

My heavy steps sent ripples up my body, I could feel my ass bouncing slightly with each step and my belly slapped distractingly against my thighs as I made my plodding way to the door of my room.

I tripped and was forced to catch myself against the wall, almost collapsing as my arms shuddered to steady my weight. I looked down and saw a small stool in my path.

I gaped in awe down at the offending furniture, realizing with rising indignation that I hadn't been able to see it past my own obese gut.

Just then a rolling growl began swelling inside of me.

I pushed my hand into the deliriously soft flesh of my belly, feeling hunger pangs unlike any I had experienced before.

My mouth hung open as I tried to weather the aching sensation.

When the rumbling passed I began rushing for the kitchen, my heavy footsteps thumping in my small apartment.

I arrived in the kitchen panting and opened the dirge door to find it gloriously full.

The staff at the Program must have known what kind of state I would be waking in and, bless their demented hearts, provided me with the material to see to my needs.

I reached my hand in and brought out a large bowl of pasta salad. I set it on the counter and began reaching in, grabbing great handfuls and shoving them into my waiting mouth.

It tasted amazing. Better than any meal I had ever eaten when I was thin. I had been hungry before, starving myself to fit into costumes was standard procedure in the modeling world, but this was different.

I had never needed to feed so much ME before, and my stomach had never been nearly so cavernous.

I finished what must have been a pound of pasta but rather than satisfying my hunger it only intensified my need. My belly remembered what was supposed to happen now, I had begun to feed and I would need to continue until I was full beyond comfort.

My legs started aching so I pulled dish after dish out the fridge and laid them on the ground in front of me.

I plopped down heavily in the middle of my feast and started eating with my hands.

A whole cheesecake found its way inside me, then a pecan pie. A rotisserie chicken followed soon after, with a gallon of juice poured down on top of it.

I was insatiable, I ate as fast as I could, finding myself out of breath from simply chewing, but forcing myself to continue, desperate to fill the void inside me.

Once I had demolished the whole pile I sat back in numb shock.

I had eaten for 20 minutes straight, barely stopping to breathe, clearing half of a fridge that was Filled with high calorie foods, and I barely felt full.

I looked down at the distending mound of my stomach, counting more than 20,000 calories resting inside me, and blanched as my gut began shrinking.

With my head clearer than it had been in a long time, I knew what was happening.

They had altered my anatomy, shaping my metabolism to process food rapidly and store it as fat.

I was so big that it was hard to tell which parts of me were growing but my bloat going down could only mean one thing, I was rapidly gaining weight.

Just then, my wide ass heavy on the floor, belly resting between my splayed legs, I looked to my left and saw something peeking out of a partially opened cabinet.

I leaned over, groaning as my muscles strained, and threw the door wide.

Inside were bags and bags of the same creamy substance that had been piped into me for the unknowable amount of time I had spent strapped into the pod.

The same substance that had taken my slight, lithe body and turned me into this mass of lucious, jiggling flesh.

The same substance that had terrified and electrified me every waking moment of my transformation.

Without a single thought I dove for the bags, feeling my belly squish and move under me and as I clambored for the Calorie Compound.

My chubby hands gripped the bag and quickly found a tube that led to a valve on the side it’s side. I stuck the end in my mouth and threw it wide open, moaning deeply as the familiar liquid rushed into my mouth.

It was sweet, I haven't tasted it before but now that it was on my tongue my body reacted instantly.

The hunger pangs that had been beginning to reassert themselves died down immediately and the first few cups of the fluid found its way into my belly.

My calorie conditioned body knew what was coming next and ceased its assault on my senses, acknowledging it would soon receive what it needed.

I closed my eyes and drank, feeling the heavy substance fill my needy body.

Soon the ten gallon bag was empty and I was, finally, full.

I laid on my back and moaned, rubbing my massive belly, holding my hanging breasts up against my chest and letting them fall back to my side. I wiggled in thoughtless joy and my whole body shook in response.

This time when the changes started I could feel them.

My belly that had been filling my hand began pulling lightly against my chubby fingers.

My eyes went wide and I reached desperately for the mound of my pussy.

I struggled for a moment against my inflated fupa, searching in vain for my opening until, with a cry of triumph, I managed to push my arm far enough into my flab to reach my clit.

I was so wet, my fingers slid in effortlessly. I fingered myself panting desperately, each thrust required me to bury my arm in my swelling body.

I kept myself right on the edge, letting the sensation of desperation mount and I dedicated my whole consciousness to feeling my body expand.

I hovered in that place of impossible tension and arousal, delighting in my body, panting and wheezing from the exertion, as my ballooning belly made it harder and harder for me to continue pleasuring myself.

As the strength in my arm gave out, and the pressure of my fat made it impossible to reach, I swirled my finger one last time on my swollen clit before cumming violently, screaming in searing pleasure.

I shivered and moaned, trapped under my growing flesh, completely and utterly satisfied.