Fatteries

Chapter 1

Tom was happy as can be as he practically skipped on his way to work. The man had short, black hair, and brown eyes. Tom wore blue pants, and a plain, blue shirt, under a lab coat. Zerka Corp. had a new plan that he had pounced on the very second it was announced. They intended to use human women as batteries. Why only humans? Tom had no clue. Why only women? He didn’t know that either, Zerka kept a lot of info on a strict need to know basis. But awful as it may sound, this was all of his fetishes rolled into one. Tom felt like he was a bit of a sicko for loving this, but he didn’t care. It’s not like he could stop Zerka if he tried anyway.

So, Tom instead chose to embrace his, blatantly villainous, role in this story. What was that role exactly? Well, Zerka was able to automate 99% of the process of feeding and fattening women to be batteries, but they needed overseers, and Tom was somehow able to land the job. On paper Tom’s job was simple enough. Subjects made better batteries when they had a larger body mass, and so, each of the women were to be forced fed the absolute limit of what they could consume safely. If Tom’s understanding was correct, the “safely” part was only even there because capturing intelligent life forms was difficult and expensive. But it’s a good thing for the girls too, it meant that the worst physical pain they would feel in this process, sans disease and psychological pain, was somewhere from “Considerable discomfort,” to “Moderate pain,” rather than “Perpetual agony,” which is what they would likely have, without safety concerns.

Tom was beyond excited as he finally reached it. A, seemingly endless, hallway of girls. All were approximately twenty years old, since Zerka wanted fully grown subjects who had a long life ahead of them. This would minimize the need to specialize the program to meet the personal needs of each individual, and it would reduce the rate at which “replacement batteries,” had to be obtained. Zerka wanted the easiest time possible in mass producing and routinizing the process. Each of the girls was strapped onto one of many chairs which they had no realistic hope of escaping, and was being pumped full of a slurry of nutrient enhanced liquid, to make the best (fattest) batteries possible out of them. After a few years they would outgrow the restraints on the chairs. But the slurry fed to the girls was highly addictive, extremely fattening, and encouraged the body to lose muscle mass, making for more fat to further fuel the batteries. Additionally it somehow lowered the body’s metabolism to something near the minimum safely possible in a human being. So, combined with the muscle atrophy of extreme disuse, Zerka expected the girls to be essentially unable to act by the time the chairs were rendered unusable.

This tickled a few of Tom’s fantasies and fetishes simultaneously. He got off on having power over people, on causing them to struggle helplessly, on fat women, and especially on people actively gaining weight. So, ethical and practical questions be damned, this was the single sexiest thing that Tom could imagine without stripping them naked. Oh, right. That would happen naturally, as the clothes that the "batteries" wore would eventually be destroyed by their growing mass, and Zerka had no plans to replace them.

So, when Tom started his first day, he stepped into the first hall that he was to observe. HB1, while he knew that the H stood for the facility he was in, as each of Zerka’s facilities was assigned a letter. Each facility was further divided into various subsections, B meant battery production, the single most generic and emotionless name possible for what they were doing. The 1 was to indicate that this was the first such hallway in the facility. There were five of them, so HB1-5 covered the areas that Tom was to observe, and HBES, the area’s electronic station, a central location, containing a series of cameras and readout for the vital signs of each girl. None of the girls know it, but, if any girl’s vitals should suddenly stop being transmitted to this device, then then door to their room will automatically close and lock, an alarm will sound, and instructions to open the door will be sent to the electronic station. Tom was very much aware that this could end VERY BADLY for him if the girls in one room somehow broke free before they were unable to act. At this point Tom would be locked in a hallway with two hundred people who had a good reason to hate him. Though, they would be trapped as well. It was a scenario with terrifying implications for Tom personally, and one that was mildly inconvenient ones for Zerka.

Tom stared into H1 to see it. Beautiful women as far as the eye can see, each one was supple, smooth, and completely helpless, unable to even lift their arms from the straps that held them tightly onto their seats. Each one had sensors on it they could cause the strap to tighten as much as possible, without disrupting blood flow, then lock down, into a painfully tight setting if the subject’s heart rate picks up, as it would if they were seriously considering something violent. The same was true of straps placed on the subject’s legs. None were placed on their torso or neck regions though, as Zerka did not want to hamper their “batteries’” ability to “increase their capacity.”

As Tom stepped between the two rows of girls he had to take serious mental effort to not take actions that would lead to his immediate termination. As Tom walked down the hall countless girls moved slightly as they attempt to move, and were held tight by their straps. The girls were all thin for now, largely because Zerka wants them similar in that dimension as well, but Tom knew that things would not stay that way for long. It was a fact that began to show itself to Tom, as he heard machinery moving and pumps whirring. Each of the girls would have their mouthwash pumped full of the slurry mentioned above. So Tom took out his phone, and turned on the app given to him, to allow his voice to be copied in speakers throughout the halls, letting all of the girls hear him freely. Tom loudly said, “Hello everyone. I’m sure you’re all upset by the situation. But please swallow down the substance being forced into your mouths currently. The pumps will not stop for half an hour, regardless of your actions, or lack thereof. They will pump into your mouths slowly enough that you should be able to keep up easily by swallowing regularly. From now on expect regular meals, and your body will regularly have electricity harvested from it. The food will have its pace increased if you are able to swallow everything, as well as the total amount. If you continue to do so, then you shall be rewarded. You will be granted entertainment via,” and Tom pressed a button, causing television screens to be ejected from the ceiling, held by metallic arms, that held a screen before each seat, Tom continued speaking, “These screens, you may also earn other benefits, such as sexual stimulation, and yes, I did just say that. You can also be punished if you somehow find a way to eat less than our standard amount of food. If you do so your slurry will be dosed with a foul-tasting chemical. If you continue to resist after this point, then the tubes in your mouth will be forced down your throat and into your stomach, thus denying you aby taste at all, while causing you considerable discomfort. If you STILL fight the process after that, then be aware, Zerka has many tests and other uses for you, many of which are extremely unpleasant, or are prone to injuring or killing subjects. You’re in a relatively nice position now, do not fight it. That is all.” At which point Tom stopped speaking and continued his once over of H1.

Many of the girls in the hall tried to lunge at Tom. All were held down by their restraints. Each sent a surge of excitement down Tom’s back. As he walked Tom checked the phone app given to him. By Zerka. One by one he marked off the girls who had the force of will to refuse eating for long enough to force the machine to stop pumping, lest it injure her cheeks or risk causing her to inhale slurry. Tom started to mentally check off how much each of the girls who strained against their restraints had eaten. Most of them were on the low end, unsurprisingly.

Meanwhile, a girl named Tabitha, sat in her chair in HB4. She was of a fairly average height and build for her age and location within a Zerka company town. Which is to say that she was fairly short and similarly thin, as the company town rationed food quite strictly when they do not have a reason to do otherwise. They gave enough to let a citizen stay healthy, and not one bite more. She had curly brown hair and bright, green eyes. Her eyes showed a gleam of excitement and desire that were unusual in this place. She calmly listened to the voice on the loudspeaker. Tabby, as she was known, was rather unique. Out of the five hundred girls present in the H facility’s battery halls, Tabby was the only one who was actually happy to be here. So, she sucked down every drop of the slurry that she could get, with no negative emotions in her mind at all, except frustration from being unable to touch herself with her hands strapped down. Tabitha loved this experience, with every swallow that she took, Tabby looked forward to the next, expectantly. This was the first time in years that Tabitha was allowed to eat beyond fullness, and she was LOVING it. When the slurry finally stopped, Tabby was annoyed, mainly because she wanted more, Tabitha was in a mild amount of pain, but she was sure that she could eat more. So, Tabby wanted to ask a question, one that nobody at Zerka had anticipated being asked. She wanted to ask if she could possibly get more food.

As Tom walked down H4, Tabby repeatedly moaned and moved against her restraints. Something that Tom initially felt excited by, then ignored, since so many had. But then Tom noticed one thing that surprised him. Tabby was one of, only three girls in the facility, who ate the maximum amount of food allowed, so, he had an idea, and said “Congratulations miss Tabitha! You are one of only three people who ate the maximum amount possible today! Zerka would like to reward your ambition, so please, tell me if there’s anything you would like.” Tom was allowed to take whatever actions he saw fit to increase total electrical output of the “batteries,” that he was assigned to. So Tom spoke very loudly, to let other girls hear him. But what Tabby said shocked Tom. “Hey tom. Two questions, can I get more food? My stomach hurts a bit. But I know I can eat more. Second, and I know I sound like a hoe, but eating, uumm, fuck it. Eating turns me on, a lot, I’d be fat if food wasn’t rationed, I WANT to be fat as fuck already, but I’m horny as hell right now. So, you offered sexual stimulation as a reward to girls who eat a lot. Can I get that early? We’ll call it a loan and act like eating more is making payments. I’ll down twice as much as anyone else if you give me the food to eat. I promise.” Tom was blushing, he definitely did not expect this, not in a thousand years. So, Tom said “This is unusual. But keep this up and I’ll let you talk whenever I come by. And yes, I can give you a vibrator and free one hand to let you use it. As for more food, I’ve got to get permission to go beyond the limits set, they’re meant to keep you safe after all. But I’ll send a request to the higher ups, and I’ll put in a good word for you. Now, it won’t turn on for a bit, but I’ve gotta put this back on you.” And he held up the face mask, with a pump on it.

The next day, a few minutes before the first feeding was scheduled, the girls at BH4 got to see Tom, who approached Tabitha, with an obvious sex toy in one hand. He set the toy on her lap, then he undid the restraint on one of Tabitha’s hands. As he did this Tom said “Good news, the higher ups are overjoyed with your actions. So, I’m gonna do this as an announcement so I don’t have to repeat myself, but I think you know why its happening.” Tom then turned on his phone speaker and announced, “Good morning, ladies. Three women here have managed to consume slurry to the upper limit allowed by your devices yesterday. As a bonus reward, those three will be allowed a bonus perk of their choice, from the standard reward perks listed yesterday. Additionally, if anybody wishes to try eating beyond their upper limit, you may do so, under one simple scheme. If you are able to consume the limit of slurry, and still want more, you may have an additional fifteen percent of the highest amount you have consumed, if you still want more, you may repeatedly increase your food intake under the same rules as often as once per week. These limitations are for your safety and well-being. Now, eat up and be the best fatteries you can be. I mean batteries. That is all. “Then tom realized that breakfast was less than a minute away, and said “Enjoy your breakfast girls.” Moments before the pump turned on, then he turned off the speaker and addressed Tabby, saying “So, I’ve got to go and ask the other two who maxed out their consumption what they would like, They’re seated next to each other and are weirdly competitive with one another, I already set your pump to the new limits, I’m going to ask them if they’re up to the extra stuff too. So, I’m off to HB2 now. See you later. Tabby waved and then grabbed the toy that Tom had given her, and looked around at her neighbors. She blushed as she did it, but Tabby turned on the vibrator anyway. Eating like this was too exciting to let embarrassment get in the way of getting off.

Tom walked up to the spot in HB2 where Harriet and Ann sat across the hall from one another, both sucked on their tubes and swallowed as quickly as they could. Tom said “Hey ladies.” To the two of them, to have the duo each wave at him in the friendliest way they could manage without taking their eyes off of one another, Tom’s timing was incredibly lucky though, as the day’s first serving was finishing at just that that moment. So, Tom began to remove Ann’s hose first, then, as he turned to Harriet, Ann shouted “Did I get the fifteen percent more? Cause I’m still raring to go.” In a voice that was somehow both mousy and angry. The moment that Harriet’s was off, she said “Oh, is it? That’s just like you, blaming them when you aren’t enough.” In an extremely deep voice. To which Tom pressed his fingers into his eyes and said “Nobody got the extra yet. I take it you two both want it then?” the two girls both said “Yeah,” while glaring at one another, not blinking, Tom sighed, and said “You two knew each other before this,” gesturing around before finishing.” Didn’t you? “Ann spoke sharply, saying “yeah, I’ve known the hag since I was a kid.” Harriet laughed, and said, “Hag? Of course you’re spitting insults, it’s all you can do.” Ann said, “Anything you can do, I can do better.” In a very unsonglike tone. Harriet said “In your dreams bitch, besides, all we can do here is eat anyway.” Ann turned to Tom and said, “Okay. Give us both more food, as fast as you can.” Then glared at Harriet and said, “Then we can see who has to give up first!” the other woman said, “You’re on!” then turned to Tom and said, “In fact, give it to me now!” Tom sighed and said “No, but you’ll both have it next meal. Which reminds me, time to mask you two up.” He then masked the two and went back to the electronics station, to look at all the cameras. As he walked away, Tom heard the muffled sounds that were the masked girls attempting to yell at one another. As he did so, Tom couldn’t help but smirk. Neither of them had even mentioned rewards. They really did seem to care for nothing but beating the other.