Repressed Urges

Chapter 1

Katrina prided herself on being both beautiful and insane, but no one knew just how insane she was. The 19 year old was 5’6 and 111 pounds. She had long, natural blonde hair with brunette undertones. It was straight except wavy near the ends, perfectly framing her pretty face. Beneath her shapely light-brown eyebrows were big, round, dazzling electric-blue eyes. Her nose perfectly suited her face and had a cute, gentle upturn. The shape of her cheekbones were visible from beneath her flawless, suntanned flesh. Her lips were naturally light red and of ample plumpness. Her jawline was sharp and feminine, culminating in the rounded arc of her chin.
Her body was a slender hourglass. Beneath her collarbones were perky, full, round breasts. Each was adorned with a dark pink nipple. They were barely large enough to droop; they were a tad more than a handful for Katrina’s long, slender fingers. Her waist was noticeably taut compared to her narrow ribcage and the sides of her abdomen, gradually flaring out into the spread of her hips, which was identical to the width of her bust.
Her stomach was impeccably flat and smooth. It appeared gently toned in good lighting. It was adorned with a shallow little bellybutton. She had to slouch poorly for the slightest crease to appear.
The slightly slanted edges of her bony hips gave way to slender, creamy thighs clad in the same tight, flawless skin which stretched over the rest of her young body. Her thigh gap was just over 2 inches wide at its narrowest point- the top. The tops of her thighs held a fair bit of plumpness compared to the rest of her legs.
Her calves were perfectly proportional to her thighs, those long legs of her’s seamlessly flowing into her cute, slender feet and the toes which allowed her to move about so gracefully.
Katrina’s ass could only be described as a juicy bubblebutt. The oasis of plumpness spread nearly the entire width of her hips. It was tight, almost defying gravity with its short, barely visible creases beneath each buttcheek, near her crack. The flesh of her buttcheeks rippled with each step she took, the creases beneath each cheek growing more apparent over her trailing leg. The rounded mass behind her was especially appealing when viewed from the side; the way it contrasted with the slimness of her belly and thighs drew many men wild.

She used her looks to make a good living on Onlyfans. However, she was no slut. She was very selective with the men she slept with, and she only had one partner at a time. It was a month prior to her 19th birthday that she met the man of her dreams. He seemed to respect her profession. They spent a lot of time together, as she fell head over heels for him.

Katrina spent her days making content, filming herself masturbating. Then, she would head to the sea to swim and skimboard. Or she would go to the skate park. She was talented on a skateboard and on rollerskates. She could afford to take a lot of vacations, backpacking far from cell service. She lived a free, active lifestyle that many only dream of.

That all changed the day she found out her new boyfriend wasn’t faithful. She immediately took a kitchen knife and stabbed him in her kitchen. After her neighbors heard commotion, the police opened her door to find the bikini-clad young woman sobbing on the floor. They handcuffed her skinny wrists together and plopped her ass onto the rear seat of the squad car.

Katrina’s parents hired a lawyer who kept her out of jail. He had her transferred to a mental facility.

In the facility, Katrina was kept naked in a tiny room, as she had threatened to kill herself on the way to jail. Clothing could be used to fashion a noose.
Her cell consisted of a narrow bed along the wall, a sink/toilet combined, and a desk with a chair. This left only a narrow walkway for her to pace in. She could barely take 4 steps in either direction before having to turn around.
Whenever she was escorted from her cell, she was given a jumpsuit to wear. Her hands were cuffed from her mealslot. Then, she was cuffed by the ankles and waist and escorted to wherever she needed to go.

They medicated her with sedatives. From her first day in captivity, Katrina could barely think straight. All she could think about was sleeping and eating. The side effects of hunger hit her hard. She devoured all three meals which were served. They were starchy, greasy, fattening meals- a far cry from the health food she had eaten her whole life. But she didn’t care. She loved it.

Her lawyer’s plan was for her to receive a diagnosis quickly, and then get off with a plea of insanity. Then, she would be free as soon as the doctors said that she was cured.

One week turned into 2. Katrina’s new routine remained the same. When she had energy between doses of her medication, she would pace until she grew dizzy. Then, she would collapse on her bed and read. She would quickly fall asleep again. She was escorted out of her cell a few times per week to shower or talk to a doctor. Other than that, she spent all of her time inside of her cell. The only change in her routine was the snacks she had delivered. She ordered a bunch of cookies, chips, sodas and donuts from the commissary.

After she received her snacks, Katrina began grazing during nearly all of her waking moments. Her flat belly was beginning to bloat, the muscle tone beneath no longer visible. Her belly was distended but the skin remained smooth. Her tan had faded slightly, revealing a glimpse of her natural pale olive tone.
Katrina had always had a high libido, but she hadn’t felt horny once since entering the facility. The medication seemed to have sapped her energy and her soul. She laid there, eyes closed, nude and gorging herself with twinkies.

By the end of her first month, her belly had bloated even further out. Her breasts had swelled up a few cup sizes, growing fuller, rounder and beginning to droop beneath their weight. Her jawline had softened slightly, and her cheeks had grown fuller. She looked more mature and womanly. Her rail-skinny arms had softened and widened a bit. A layer of chub was slowly forming beneath her entire body.

Her bloated belly soon softened, continuing to expand with layers of fat instead of gas. Her waistline expanded with the rest of her sides, but it remained slightly narrower, giving her a feminine grace even as she grew chubby.
Her hips spread with her ass cheeks, steadily growing wider and jigglier. Her thigh gap disappeared rapidly. When she paced, her thighs chafed, but she was too sedated to notice. The athletic beauty was becoming a fat slob.

After nearly 2 years, the lawyers forced the doctors to stop giving her medication. They had yet to diagnose her. He thought that would speed up the process. He wanted his client to be free.
When Katrina came to, she was 21 years old and 384 pounds. She looked down at her giant, plump breasts which had more than quadrupled in size. She gasped, feeling her double chin jiggle against her throat. She spread her breasts to look down at her massive, round gut made of thick, heavy lard. She couldn’t even see her tree-trunk thighs which jiggled with each movement. She stood up, struggling to support herself. She turned around and looked beyond her squishy, obese upper arm to take a gander at her giant mounds of ass cheeks. Her bubble butt was still bubbly, but it looked like it might boil over.
Confusion ravaged her for several minutes, as she sat back down on her bunk. Her soft belly spilled out over the tops of her massive thighs. Her eyes were wide with horror, as memories flashed in her mind. She remembered roller skating on the boardwalk and then meeting up with her boyfriend. She remembered fucking him, her thin, fit body riding his cock. She remembered the way it felt, being tiny and free. Then, she remembered the notification on his phone…

Katrina stood up and waddled over to look out the window of her cell door. Her oversized hourglass figure was on full display, an array of subtle dimples of cellulite over her ass and thighs. She imagined that she was in prison, and she wondered how long she had been sentenced to. The weight of her body felt like a ball and chain. She felt her belly pressing against the cold metal door. She focused her eyes, catching a glimpse of her chubby face in the glass. She felt defeated, waddling back over to her bunk and plopping her big, fat round ass down. Her squishy hips spread wider beneath her weight. Strangely, she felt a wave of horniness overcome her. She gasped.
Katrina cried tears of frustration when she realized how difficult it now was to reach into her pussy with her chubby fingers. It wasn’t the girth of her fingers, it was her massive gut which posed a problem. She could just barely reach. She couldn’t go in as deep as she’d have liked, which drove her nuts. She moved to the corner of her cell, sat and pouted. A short time later, she spread her buttcheeks and thighs apart and began slowly grinding her pussy along the edge of her metal cot. She moaned with pleasure, as her big, fat pale belly creased at the level of her deep bellybutton and jiggled as she orgasmed. In her mind, she pictured herself being skinny again, riding the man she killed’s cock.