chapter 2

A large man, a new arrival in fact, was being wheeled down the hugely wide halls. He wore only a bed sheet draped across him, and was in a king size bed that was getting too small for him. They rolled it using wheels and lifts designed by NASA but it still went slowly. His wide face was shiny with tears, and even the slow steady movement made his body quiver from chins to chubby shins. His breasts were draped on top of the sheet, his nipples stretched and dark, the size of small saucer plates. the nipples thick and womanly. He had no hair on his body, making him soft and feminine in appearance. The chins had almost all solidified into a solid ring around his head, aided by the soft lump of fat on the back of his neck. His stomach was obviously large but for the mean time its glorious spill was covered.

He was making high pitched pleas. A large tube ran from under the sheet and had obviously come unplug from something. A technician was trying to calm him by feeding him a cheeseburger as they moved. He was promising the behemoth of a man that once they moved him and he ate enough to replace the calories he burned flailing and fighting them and gained another pound they would happily turn on his 'happy machine'. Truth be told, the calorie burn was probably less then the five cheeseburgers he had eaten on the way down the hall. He could hardly move more then his hands and jaw. Maybe his feet. He could wiggle his toes and move his feet a tiny bit, though the more they were covered with his fat the harder it was.

Jennifers trainer would allow her this "fun run" time and then it was on to the harder stuff. He reminded her of how doing these workouts would help her later. Not so much with health, she was one of the healthiest people he knew even without the companies medical advancements. But it would help her take care of her 'projects'. After all, if she wanted to be able to lift a 100 pound belly and let it drop, she had to be do proper dead lifts. If she wanted to be able to stuff someone with the appetites she was creating, she had to have stamina. Her trainer had his own projects within the company. Some special "fluff" ones he called them. He was thrilled when Jennifer surprised him with some time off to enjoy their newest inhabitant, the aforementioned crying man, whose name was James.

Brice had other jobs for the company of course. He had to train the people that handled the every day care of the projects of all sizes, and to be ablate handle some of their more.. reluctant participants. For company clients, consumers and even some special friends he developed routines that were easy and fun for people (be they thin, average, obese or freaking huge) to stay healthy and mobile for as long as they wanted, or live long happy lives when they were immobile. He also enjoyed body sculpting. If one could call turning a regular every day person into an immobile hungry pile of blubber sculpting. It was all about balance. And it was hard work, maintaining these hobbies of theirs.

Her nutritionist was a lovely tiny woman named Greta with blonde curly hair and a habit of giggling when she tried to talk sternly. She developed wonderful eating plans for Jennifer and even for the employees that kept them at whatever size they wanted and could work with. In Jennifers case it was bombshell. In her niece Belinda, it was oversize bombshell. InN some of the scientists cases it was slender, or fat, or just nice and average.

Even with all the scientific advancements made at Colton, eating a well balanced meal could still help make getting to and maintaining a desired size a little easier.

Greta was a big fan of grocery lists and often told Jennifer that while she could order all the food she wanted online, sometimes it was good to get out there and grocery shop for herself, just to smell the fruit and veg, to see the choice cuts of meat, to enjoy herself in the candy and pastry section.

Some of these shopping lists were speciality prepared. They would have been better filled online considering the size of it, but it was always worth the trip. Jennifer, often incognito, would fill two carts with items, none of them healthy. Greta was an expert on what would make people gain certain amounts of weight within certain amounts of time. She seemed to have a knack for what might put on weight where. There wasn't a real science for that, she just seemed to have a 6th sense for what would stick to one persons hips and to another belly.

People sometimes made unkind remarks about the types and amounts of food she bought, or asked if she was throwing a huge party. Jennifer loved being able to tell her projects what people said and seemed to think about those carts full of unhealthy fats and sugars. About how they had no idea it was really just one meal for whatever belly she was currently growing. About how soon it wouldn't be a meal but a snack, just a version of something they would soon be eating all day every day.


Greta adored developing her perfect weight gain set ups. She had such fun testing her lists on unsuspecting projects who thought they were just there for some paid food or medical testing. She made menu lists and ordered pounds upon pounds of fast food to be delivered at certain times to certain rooms. She loved watching to see her handy work, looking on as a certain former debutant cried and moaned on her hands and knees as the specially developed cinnamon buns were shoved in her mouth. Greta would lick her own lips as she saw the belly she helped grow jiggle and bounce, hanging down in two heavy rolls. There was nothing Greta loved more then to be given a challenge for weight gain and come up with the perfect portions and types of food to achieve it.

Some of their private clients had Greta on retainer as well. For them or their spouses and in many cases a couples other partner. Helping them achieve the weight gain (and sadly sometimes weight loss) they wanted. A woman had recently sent her a lovely thank you card with a picture of her and her 200 pound husband celebrating her 500 pound mark. She had been touched. She was also developing quite a reputation among their clients as being able to help you achieve your dream weight and stay there with little to no loss.

True, Greta had gotten into trouble early in her career for trying some of her tactics on an unsuspecting employee. But when Jennifer had made her come clean and offer to help the man get back to whatever he wanted, they had been delighted to find out that he and his boyfriend actually wanted her to help him continue to gain. The three were thick as thieves now, and always joking about finding a fourth for the group.