Chapter 2 - exploring her bounds

After a few minutes of lying still, hesitant even to move for fear of the invasive devices in her vagina and anus, and the cuffs on her wrists and around her neck, Sophie begins to breath normally again. Her shock at the causal way in which her body was violated is still at the front of her mind as she starts to tentatively explore her 'therapy'. Through the feeling of a heavy fog in her mind she is conscious of the Drs warning that bringing the wrist cuffs closer than six inches to the intruders would trigger punishment, and not keen to test this threat, so begins her exploration by slowly removing the sheet from the bed, and examining her body.

She pulls her gown upwards, bending her legs carefully and parting her knees as she looks down at her strangely plump tummy. She is disturbed by how rounded it looks, almost alien when she thinks of her toned abdomen and cheerleading form. Her noticeably fuller hip give way to stockier thighs, and she parts her legs further to reveal her pubic area. As she moves she feels the bulk of the two devices inside her shift, a strange sensation of fullness and a reminder of their presence, not uncomfortably, but also not normal. The feeling of double penetration, of being plugged in her most intimate areas surprises her by how natural it feels, her body seeming to welcome the sensations. A worrisome thought crosses her mind - how much can she trust how she feels? Is it possible that the doctor is giving her feelings that are not her own? She reflects that she wants to feel more visceral revulsion at the devices than she does, and that her strange feeling of satisfaction at the fullness should not be trusted.

Her eyes fall on the shiny metal triangle, curved to match and cover the gentle and luxurious mound of her sex and attached to the probe in her vagina. It is smooth, and closely fitted to her pubis, blocking her view of her vulva. Further down she can see the rounded base of the plug in her butt, just large enough to prevent it from moving. Emboldened, she gently flexes the muscles in her abdomen, studying the sensations of her anus and vagina clamping down on the plugs. Her clenching creates no effect other than the firm resistance to her pressure.

Idly her hands drift down to her waist, thoughtlessly exploring the shape of her hips, her fingers touching the edge of the metal vulva shield, tracing its sides down between her legs when she receives what feels like a tremendous kick to the gut. An explosion of pain in her abdomen, her pussy and anus stung with a shock that knocks the breath from her and throws her arms up. Her body contorts, the spine arched and her teeth gritted. Laying panting for a moment as she recovers, she vows to be more careful, her body already forming reflexively learned pathways of pain avoidance.

Laying back and gazing around the room she notices the six large plastic cups, covered with wide straws protruding from them that her doctor mentioned. She makes a mental note that she will not go along with this 'treatment'. While a part of her already doubts her sanity, she is sure that she is not underweight. If anything she is concerned that she has put on a huge amount of weight. Her heavy breasts feel unnaturally pendulous, and she does not remember the noticeable bulge of her belly. She lies back, trying to calm herself and assess her options.

Again she is aware of feeling a little light headed as she rests on her pillow, her mind finding it difficult to focus on one thought for very long. After some moments she feels her attention wandering, and begins to notice a slight stirring of arousal. She stretches her body instinctively, her back arching gently as her feet push towards the foot of the bed, her lungs taking in a deep breath. She lets it out with a sign, bringing her feet up the bed a little, letting them rest shoulder width apart, her knees slightly bent. Before she realizes what she is doing, she feels her hand run down her abdomen, over the rounding of her belly, and she stops them before she receives another shock. To her horror she realizes that her body is showing signs of sexual arousal. Her hands travel to her heavy breasts, her fingers and thumbs taking her engorged nipples and gently beginning to toy with them. Her palms support the weight of the orbs, gently massaging them, feeling the nubs grow in hardness, sweet sensations of pleasure running through her body. She feels her vagina beginning to respond, the musky scent of her arousal confirming her sensation of slick wetness. She feels the muscles in her vaginal wall contract, half reflexively, half voluntarily, tensing around the dildo that is plugging her hole.

Her grip sends a shiver of sensation up her spine, a tingle in her clitoral bud that is just the whisper of stimulation, but a sensation that inflames her desire rather than satisfying it. She takes her hands from her breasts, placing them behind her head as she realizes that she is panting, and that her hips have just the faintest hint of gyrating motion. She tries to calm her body, breathing deeply and slowly, trying to focus on the sunny day outside, or on trying to figure out where she is or how she got here, but the sensations in her pelvis are insistent, holding her attention, bringing her body back to its desire for stimulation. She breathes deep again, trying to will the frustration away.

A brief knock, and the door opens. A large woman enters, carrying a tray with another two large drink cartons. The woman is wearing a thigh length white shift that does little to conceal her body. The thought that the woman must be 300 pounds enters Sophie's mind unbidden as her eyes take in the brown bobbed hair, and a belly that protrudes significantly further foreword than her heavy and low hanging breasts, which are unsupported by a bra. The short sleeves of the shift reveal chubby arms, a Sophie can see the stocky thighs pressed close together below the garment. What really captures Sophie's attention is the silver collar and wrist cuffs.

"You - you're..." Stammers Sophie, and the woman looks puzzled for a moment before realizing what Sophie is referring to.

"Wearing my collar, you mean? We all do here Honey - nearly all of us have our devices fitted on the first day we wake - don't worry - you'll get to like yours soon enough!"

"What do you mean?" Sophie asks, caught off guard by the woman's cheerful disposition and wide smile.

"Well, when I first came here I was dangerously sick Honey - I was making bad decisions about my health, and I wasn't happy - I resisted at first, but after a while it became really clear to me that I needed to embrace the great training that the medical staff here offer - I'm so much happier now - in EVERY way - if you know what I mean!" The woman gives Sophie an exaggerated wink, shaking her hips from side to side and grinning from ear to ear. "Are you hungry Sweetheart?"

"N-no -" Sophie mutters distractedly - "I, rem, I think there's been a mistake - I'm not supposed to be here. I feel fine except for these damn things inside me!"

"Well now, I can help you with that. My name's Gina, and I'm your peer adjustment counsellor. It's my job to answer your questions and help you adjust to your new life as quickly as you can."

"Can you help me get discharged? I need to get out of here!"

"Oh no sweetie. I'm scheduled for discharge in a few months - I've reached my target weight and now I'm helping new girls adapt, but you have to show that you can understand how sick you were and take care of yourself first. Now - why don't you have one of these drinks - they're good for you, and I think you'll enjoy them." Gina puts down the tray and passes Sophie one of the large plastic cups, keeping the other for herself as she sits at the bedside. Reflexively, Sophie takes the cup, and Gina puts the straw in her mouth and takes a deep gulp. A look of deep satisfaction comes over her face as she closes her eyes and sucks hard. Sophie is astonished as she watches Gina take several minutes to drain the cup, the straw making a gurgling sound as she explores the bottom of the cup with the straw. Throughout, her eyes have remained closed, and a look of serene pleasure as occupied her face.

Gina puts down her cup, regaining her composure, "Try it Sweetheart - you'll like it, I promise."

Sophie examines the cup, sniffing it to confirm that it does, indeed, smell like the fluid she has been fed in the past, and pushes the cup away, resting it on the bedside table. Gina smiles, nodding, tearing her head away from a longing glance at the cup. "How are you feeling Cupcake?" Gina asks.

"I feel fine. I mean, I hate the feeling of being violated like this. The things in my *** and my ass, they feel so - so intrusive, like I'm being filled up in a way that I can't resist. I want to push them out but when I try to, when I clench down on them it feels... I don't know, it feels strange."

"Do you like it?"

"I - I don't know - I - I mean I mustn't - I don't want to give in, to let it control me. I mean, don't you feel like you've lost something of yourself, just letting them turn you into an animal, just living your your hunger and lust, I mean, I - I - I don't know what I was going to say..." Sophie's voice trails off as she notices that her body has started to stretch and gyrate again, her breathing beginning to get more uneven, her hips making small thrusting motions as she imagines letting go, giving in to her hunger and lust...