Chapter 1

I woke in a daze, my eyes slowly blinking the grainy haze away. I try to raise a hand to rub my eyes… but I can’t.

I struggle to lift my arm, and I feel a pinching around my wrists. A metallic clinking accompanies the slight movements my hand is able to make. I blink furiously and the fog clears from my eyes, and I immediately see the problem.

I’m shackled.

The shackles themselves are leather, but attached to a strong, metal chain. My breath catches in my throat. I try to sit up, but I find my chest is bound with another leather strap just below my breasts.

Craning my neck, I look down to my legs as I attempt to lift them. Tears prick my eyes as I realize the same shackles are also fitted to my ankles, weighing them down with even heavier chains than the ones attached to my wrists.

I’m trapped.

I feel my heart rate pick up. A monitor starts beeping off to my right. I turn my head; the one part of my body still allowed free motion.

The monitor is picking up my increased heartbeat and the beeps get faster. My gaze wanders from the machine to the walls: stark white. No windows. No door that I can make out. I’m laying on a white cot, with starched white sheets and a single white pillow.

I try to slow my breathing, but to no avail. The monitor beeps mercilessly next to me. The seconds tick by in what feels like endless minutes, and the minutes stretch into hours. I have no idea how long I sit in that horribly white room, drifting in and out of sleep as time marches by.

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Days must have passed as I lay there, stretched out on the bed, no movement to soothe my aching limbs. My stomach growls incessantly, a testament to the amount of time that has passed. The tears have long gone, and I lay there, numb to everything, the silence pierced only by the slow beep of the monitor. I begin to feel my stomach cave in on itself, hollow beneath my rib cage.

I was no stranger to hunger, or loneliness, but this was a kind of cruelty I was not conditioned for. The silence seemed to stretch forever. The harsh white lights, the endless beeping, the hunger grating in my hollow belly… I began wondering if I could eat the collar of my tshirt.

Just as I’m about to maneuver my dry lips around the closest part of my tshirt, a quiet grating noise sounds to my left.

A young, red headed man steps through an opening in the wall, as if the wall had somehow retreated into itself. His blue eyes fix on me, and somehow I feel naked under his gaze. My brain dully computes my naked legs, my lower half clothed only in white underwear. I’d cover myself if I had the energy… and if my arms weren’t shackled.

The door slides closed behind him, any trace of it completely gone. The wall became smooth once again.

I can see the corner of his bowed lips quirk up for a quick moment, only to fall back into a clearly forced, thin line. His face is handsome: soft in all the right places, with slightly rounded cheeks and a sharp nose contrasting against each other. His jaw is hidden by a curly red beard. His body is thin but still strong, with broad shoulders but a narrow waist and limbs. He’s wearing a black tshirt, just like me, but he is wearing a pair of denim pants.

We stay still, sizing one another up silently. I feel his gaze rake over my painfully thin, restrained body and my body would’ve shivered, had I the strength.

Suddenly, he turns to exit the room. I barely had the time to dryly croak “Wait,” before he backs into the room, pulling a silver cart. The cart creaks under the weight of its contents, and my brain can barely compute what is being wheeled in, even though my eyes and nose are telling exactly what’s there.

Piles of food, all placed in white containers. Two pizzas, the toppings I can’t see, a pot of mashed potatoes, a small vat of macaroni and cheese, a box of Hostess cupcakes, a box of Swiss Rolls, and a stack of biscuits. The air is filled with a rich, buttery, garlicky scent and if I had any moisture left in my body, I would have been salivating.

”What… is… that?” I croak.

”Dinner.” Comes the reply, the voice a beautiful tenor. I squint at the tall red head dubiously.

”Why?” I rasp. My head spins with a million questions I don’t have the energy to ask.

”Because they think you’re suitably hungry to finish this, now.” The young man responds.

They?

”Welcome to Experiment 001.” He smirks. “You’re Ground Zero, sweetheart. And I’m your partner, here to attend to your every… need.” He winks as the last word ghosts softly past his impossibly perfect lips.

The monitor betrays me, the beeps coming fast and heavy. I feel the flush on my cheeks. This couldn’t be real. This is just a fantasy, I’m going to wake up any minute now in my drab, tiny apartment, utterly alone in the world, living off of ramen packets.

I squeeze my eyes shut painfully. The cart squeaks closer. When I open my eyes, the beautiful red headed man is at my side, and so is the cart. Not a fantasy… reality. This is reality. I should be afraid. I should be screaming. But a handsome young man wants to feed me? I guess this was better than any reality I could’ve conjured on my own.

”Open up, sweetheart.” He practically whispers. I feel an unfamiliar twinge in my nether regions.

No, no, no, no, no. No. I’m not turned on by this. This is sick, this is twisted, this is…

My lips betray my thoughts as they part for the first slice of pizza, lifted to my mouth by his strong hand. I obediently chew, and the first slice disappears.

Five more slices disappear in the same fashion. My shrunken belly is now slightly domed, straining gently against my panties. The red headed man grins at me as I finally stop for breath.

”Want more?” He asks deviously, dangling the first slice of the second pizza in front of me.

My lips moistened by grease, I manage to say, “I couldn’t possibly… I’m… so full…”

My stomach gurgles in agreement.

He chuckles, a strong hand resting on my belly. His fingers begin to massage the tight skin, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.

”Poor thing,” he croons. “No food for three days, and God knows how long you’ve deprived yourself previously to make ends meet.”

He holds a glass of water to my lips and I eagerly swalllow when he tips it up, despite my belly practically groaning in protest of more volume entering my stomach. My brain barely registers the unnaturally sweet taste that goes with the water and coats my throat.

I feel the pressure lighten in my belly almost instantly. The relief is immediate, and I find myself eying up the cart again.

He laughs, genuine and soft, and holds the slice of pizza to my lips again. I eagerly chew, and he begins to stack two pieces on top of each other as I continue packing away the rest of the pizza.

The fog begins to clear from my head, and I register that I’ve just consumed two very, very large pizzas in one sitting. The red headed man pours another glass of “water” and holds it to my lips. I eagerly guzzle the liquid, practically begging for relief from the even worse pressure in my belly. I look down and realize that despite the lessened pressure, my belly is still taught, the skin tinged pink.

”W-what’s going on?” I ask, gazing up at the stranger. He eyes my belly and I register a different kind of hunger lingering in his gaze. I expect myself to feel afraid… but instead, a warmth pools between my legs.

”You’re mine.” He says, barely above a whisper. His voice is practically dripping with lust. “I’ve waited for you for so long. They gave you to me. This… this is, overall, an experiment. Designed to unite a man and a woman together, to observe them, to give them all the comforts of life and watch them…” he pauses, his gaze drifting to my belly again, “develop.”

My brain, foggy once again from fatigue and grease, can only register “You’re mine,” and “develop.” Looking up at this handsome man, feeling my belly strain from the largest influx of food I’ve consumed in one period of time, I make what hopefully isn’t the worst decision of my life.

I decide this isn’t so bad. I might as well settle in… this is better than anything else I’ve experienced before. But…

”The shackles…” I whisper, jingling the chains a little.

He chuckles. “Finish the cart, and I’ll unlock them for you. You’ve been a good girl, laying here without a fight for so long. I just have to be sure you’re not going to back out before I can trust you to be free.”

Maybe I should be scared, or at least more apprehensive. But the way he looks at me… I can’t help but agree.

My belly growls loudly, and I practically jump. How could I possibly be hungry?

He laughs outright again, and the sound goes straight to the wetness between my legs. I bite back a whimper, but the heart monitor betrays me again. His eyes flick to my flushed face, to the heart monitor, then over my belly before seeming to land on my legs, where I can feel the wetness is starting to show on those horribly perfect white sheets.

”Poor thing,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over my legs and up toward my belly, which after the second pizza has begun to obscure more of the view of my feet. He kneads my belly, and I notice I’m still hungry… somehow just as hungry as I was when I started. “Here, sweetheart. Eat.”

With that simple command, I open my mouth. In go the mashed potatoes, and I swallow eat bite with a small moan, feeling every spoonful settle in my belly with an almost audible thump. My pitifully small but round belly presses farther out with each bite. The pot is empty in no time and my eyes practically roll back in my head at the painful fullness in my belly. My hands itch to rub it and I whimper. My belly is the size of a volleyball now.

He seems to understand, and he rubs gentle circles into my ever growing expanse. I find myself unconcerned with the volume I’ve consumed. After all, I’ve been starving for years. What’s a little excess? Maybe my size zeros will actually fit for once. My belly was only domed because I hadn’t digested anything yet, right? Maybe I’d finally get some curves so men as perfect looking as this one would actually notice me…

The spoon scrapes the bottom of the pot, and he feeds the last bite to me. Now I moan without restraint, my belly having surged even higher to the size of a basketball. The potatoes sit like lead in my gut, mixing with the water and seeming to expand even more.

My belly is red and tight, and impossibly itchy. Tears prick my eyes as the restraints prevent me from rubbing my over stuffed gut. He holds up another glass of liquid to my mouth and I chug it, desperately needing whatever kind of relief it will bring.

The relief is immediate. The redness of my belly retreats, replaced by my pale, smooth skin, marred by only a few red lines that I had never seen before. The pressure I feel disappears, but my belly is still tight, from what little movement I can make to test it.

”Home stretch now, baby.” The man whispers, almost reverently. He cradles my belly briefly in his hands, rubbing and kneading. My eyes wander to the macaroni and cheese and despite my brain screaming at me that this isn’t right, I find myself salivating. He grins and his fingers leave my gut, which heaves with every breath. I whimper at the loss of his warm touch, but I’m silenced by a forkful of creamy noodles.

The noodles slide down easily enough, but every bite settles like stones in my belly. Halfway through the vat, I whimper “Please, please stop, I’m so full…” a tear drips from my eye, as if to emphasize the pain.

“Oh baby…” he whispers softly, “don’t you want to take care of this when you’re done?” His fingers graze the wet mound in my panties and I gasp.

“That’s what I thought.” He says, his eyes glinting as he pushes more cheesy noodles past my lips. I do my best to swallow, but my body is starting to rebel. My stomach is impossibly round and hard, I look like I’m 38 weeks pregnant. I whimper and tug weekly at my restraints.

“Please… please I’m so full, I have to stop… I’m going to explode…”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He croons in my ear. All I can do is whimper and chew, swallow, repeat. My belly stretches more with each bite until finally I hear the spoon scrape the bottom of the pan.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Why are you sighing?” He asks incredulously. “You’re not done yet.” He tips another glass of liquid up to my lips and I swallow greedily, letting some dribble onto my chin in my haste to feel the tension dissipate.

The young man bites his lip. “How tempting you make things sweetheart,” he barely whispers as he leans in, his tongue licking my chin. His pupils dilate and his breathing intensifies.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just… couldn’t resist…” his eyes flicker back to the cart and I see his mouth twitch. He pulls out the package of Swiss Rolls and immediately tears open the package. He rips into the cellophane and crams an entire roll into his mouth, swallowing in a swift motion. He quickly unwraps another, and another, and another. Before long, the entire box is gone. His belly bulges gently from behind his belt, but his stomach is a mere fraction of what mine has grown to.

My core grows more wet by the second. My belly growls; the liquid has worked its magic, and once again my stomach lies to me and tells me I’m hungry.

The growl of my belly snaps my companion from his focus on rubbing his own taut flesh, and he grins at me. “Hungry again, big girl? How did you like watching me pig out instead of you?”

I blush immediately; I can feel the heat spread from my cheeks and down my neck. I can’t tear my eyes away from his belly. “I thought I had to finish the whole cart?”

His grin widens. “Patience, big girl. I was technically supposed to share the whole thing with you, you know. But I figured… no harm in seeing how far you could go.” He winks again, and I find myself squirming under his gaze. All I can think about is finishing the damn cart so he will free my hands and I can touch him.

I make my way through the next box of snack cakes slowly, every bite laborious and punctuated with sips of the sweet water. The biscuits come next, and he only indulges in two before he feeds the rest to me.

I pant heavily as the last bite makes its way down, and the last drops of sweet water follow it. I whimper at the sight of my stomach… I look truly pregnant now. The young man grins at me, his hands rubbing gentle circles into my belly.

“Just lay back and relax sweetheart… we aren’t quite finished yet.”

My eyes bug out of my head as he moves to the bottom of the cart. I hadn’t noticed the tank. He attaches a tube to the tank, and before I can object, the other end of the tube finds its way down my throat.

“Just suck, it’ll start. If you don’t…” he chuckles darkly, “it’ll start without you.”

I start to suck tentatively and a chocolatey, creamy, cold shake comes through, coating my mouth and throat as it practically forces its way down. I feel my belly respond almost immediately, growing and spreading with every gulp.

When I say spreading… I mean it. I don’t know what’s in the shake, but it takes immediate effect on my figure. My hips round out, my breasts swell, my ankles and wrists cut widen, causing the leather straps to strain. The strap across my chest becomes painful, I can feel it biting into my skin. I whimper, scared, but he continues grinning at me.

“Keep going. You’ll break free eventually.”

Break free??

I gulp the shake, my belly creaking with effort. I watch the first bit of softness continue to spread over my body and I can’t help but feel a thrill.

How far will he make me go?

I don’t get to wonder much longer. Just as I see the tank reach about halfway empty, everything goes dark.

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