Chapter 2 - full days

This was her daily routine for so long, she forgot about her other life. She began to think she was getting good at eating faster than the crank could pull her down. In truth, she had merely gone from being chubby to being truly fat. Her belly had been pulled down by the weight of the rings and chain, and often pulled forward by it, and had grown predominantly forward, imitating the belly of a woman several months along in pregnancy, but thankfully much softer and more flexible. The piercings had healed entirely, and no longer caused her any pain. She spent much time feeling them, and rubbing her belly. She was fed every 4 hours, and only punished twice in the time she was there.
The first time came only a couple weeks, perhaps, into her stay. She had no way of telling time, with no access to natural light- only a single torch in her room that was often replaced hours after it had burned itself away, leaving her in total darkness. She heard the metal grate at one point at a time such as this, and the crank begin to turn, and hefted herself up from the bed, already much heavier than she was used to being. She moved forward in the dark, pulling on the chain to determine the direction of the food, and was soon eating, but too much time had been lost in the process of finding it. Her rings would be torn out!
"No! I won't eat it!" she shouted out, hoping someone, anyone would hear. Being punished for that had to be better than having her rings torn out and facing whatever happened then. The crank stopped. After a few moments of silence, she heard heavy footsteps, at least three people, maybe more. A group of armed and armored men marched in, and the first two lifted her up by her arms, almost pulling her to her feet, but the chain was still not retracted. Her belly was being painfully pulled downward, and by the light of the torches they brought in, she could see a few angry stretchmarks surging across what must have been 40 pounds of new fat. She began to cry.
"No use crying now." One said, pulling a funnel from a bag. Another man wearing metal gauntlets rushed forward with a large barrel that he set on the ground. She saw it was steaming. Held the way she was, up by the men and down by her own belly, they all stood a good two feet above her, and so one easily tilted up her chin and put in the funnel. The other tipped the barrel into it. Hot, melted butter flowed into her mouth at a rapid rate, and though she tried to swallow, she coughed upward, and butter blasted from the funnel onto the men. "You really shouldn't have done that. The whole thing. Slower, though." By the time they were done, she felt horribly sick. Her entire body felt greasy, and her gut was making horrible noises. She retrieved the bucket she was given daily for bodily functions, and fell asleep hugging it and her belly, moaning, to be awoken three hours later by a huge pot of pasta.
Two of the guards returned just as she was finishing the pasta. "Feeling a bit better now?" one asked. He really seemed nice.
"A bit, thank you. That.. that was an awful lot of butter." she said, cradling her constantly full belly.
"Glad to hear it. Bring it back in, boys." and more guards poured in, this time pushing her roughly onto the ground. She really felt how large her belly was, against the ground, making her ass stick up into the air slightly. "Good. The belly helps, but we'll need you to get on your knees. Ass in the air." She complied, crying. She didn't want to be raped. "Ever had an enema?" she heard, as she felt something being spread around her ***. She shook her head no, while sobbing, not knowing what one was. "This is a porridge enema. Never done one before. Figure youv'e still got space somewhere in your gut." and she felt something being stuck into her ass. Suddenly, a strange, warm sensation, as something surged into her. She immediately felt fuller than she ever had, and cried out in pain. She woke up in the dark some time later, at the sound of the metal grate and the crank, and guessed she had fainted or passed out from the pain.
The second time was at the end of her stay, when, in the grease left over from a large roast showed her the reflection of her face. A double chin was beginning, and her face seemed significantly rounder than she remembered. She tried her best to see the reflection of her belly in the grease, but when standing over it, couldn't see over her belly. She tried to manuever it with her hands, and simply ended up spilling the grease on her belly. She sat down and cried, her belly, breasts and even thighs shaking furiously with her sobs.
"It's not that bad, is it?" a warm, male voice from the dark hallway. "Trust me, it gets better. As you get bigger, it's like having a longer chain. I even believe a nice belly full of fat can be more flexible than the chain." She peered into the darkness, and as she did so, a short, skinny, very well-dressed man stepped into her room.