Life Story

Chapter 1

Jenna – Age 20

The first time the feeding tube slid down her throat, Jenna panicked.

Ethan had been gentle. He stroked her hair, whispered that everything would be okay, that this was for her. The muscle relaxers softened her body, making her limbs heavy and unresponsive. The sedatives dulled the edges of her fear, and when the pump engaged, sending thick, calorie-rich cream down the tube and into her stomach, all she could do was float.

The zero-gravity bed cradled her like a cloud, lifting her away from the weight of the world. The VR headset lowered over her eyes, and Fallout 4 welcomed her into its desolate embrace.

Ethan promised she wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore. No stress. No responsibilities. Just the game. Just comfort. Just him.

She believed him.

The feeding schedule started slow — every twelve hours, a steady stream of liquid warmth poured into her, stretching her stomach to its new five-gallon capacity. The appetite stimulants made her crave more, even as she floated full and heavy in the harness. Ethan adjusted the dosage carefully, keeping her right on the edge of hunger and satisfaction.

Her body changed quickly. Ten pounds a day. The zero-gravity bed kept the pressure off her joints, but she felt the weight nonetheless. Her arms softened, her legs thickened, her stomach stayed round and tight, always filled to the brim.

And every day, she played. The wasteland stretched out before her, endless and quiet. Time slipped away. Ethan whispered to her sometimes, his voice soft and distant.

“You’re perfect,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Ethan – Age 20

She was perfect.

He spent hours watching her, adjusting the machines, making sure every pump and monitor ran smoothly. Her body changed beautifully, soft and full, cradled in the harness. The feeding tube pulsed steadily, sending another rush of cream into her stomach, stretching it just a little more.

He monitored everything — calorie intake, heart rate, weight gain. Ten pounds a day. Her stomach stayed tight, perfectly rounded, holding its five-gallon capacity with each feeding.

She never complained. Never asked to leave. She just floated, eyes flickering behind the headset, lost in her game.

She was happy. She had to be.

And he was happy too.

Jenna – Age 30

She didn’t remember what the ground felt like.

The zero-gravity bed had become her entire world. The machines whispered softly around her, steady and constant. The feeding tube slid down her throat, filling her again. She felt the pressure build, distant and warm, as the liquid stretched her stomach to its limit.

She barely noticed anymore.

Her body floated, heavy and soft, cradled in the harness. The muscle relaxers kept her still, the sedatives kept her calm, and the VR headset filled her vision with endless ruins and empty skies. The Wasteland was her home now. Her hands twitched against the controllers, slow and clumsy, but the game didn’t mind.

Ethan whispered to her sometimes. She didn’t remember what he said.

She didn’t care.

Ethan – Age 30

She was beautiful.

The machines ran smoothly, pumping calories into her every twelve hours. Her body swelled in the harness, soft and perfect, gaining ten pounds every day. Her stomach stayed tight and round, stretched to its five-gallon capacity. He monitored everything, adjusting the dosages carefully, ensuring she remained on the edge of hunger and satisfaction.

She never complained. Never moved. She just floated, eyes flickering behind the headset.

She was happy. She had to be.

And he was happy too.

Jenna – Age 40

The game was quiet now. Or maybe she was quiet.

She floated, weightless, the machines humming softly around her. The feeding tube filled her again, warmth sliding down her throat. Her stomach stretched, tight and full, cradling the endless flow. She barely noticed.

Her body felt distant, heavy and soft, floating in the harness. She hadn’t moved in years. The muscle relaxers saw to that. Her hands rested against the controllers, unmoving. The VR headset glowed softly, but the game felt far away.

Ethan whispered to her sometimes. She didn’t know what he said.

She didn’t care.

Ethan – Age 40

She was perfect.

The machines worked quietly, pumping calories into her every twelve hours. Her body grew heavier each day, soft and round, but her stomach remained tight, perfectly stretched to its five-gallon capacity. He monitored everything — her pulse, her weight, her intake.

She never moved. Never spoke. Just floated, eyes flickering behind the headset.

She was happy. She had to be.

And he was happy too.

Jenna – Age 50

She couldn’t remember anything anymore.

The game was gone. Or maybe it was still there. She didn’t know. The feeding tube filled her again, warmth spreading through her body. Her stomach stretched, tight and round, holding the endless flow. She barely noticed.

She floated in silence.

Ethan – Age 50

She was perfect.

The machines hummed softly, pumping calories into her every twelve hours. Ten pounds a day. Her body floated, soft and silent, perfectly still. Her stomach stayed tight, stretched to its five-gallon capacity, always full.

She never spoke. Never moved.

She was happy. She had to be.

And he was happy too.

Jenna – Age 60

She floated.

She didn’t know where she was anymore. The feeding tube filled her again. Warmth. Fullness. She barely noticed.

Ethan whispered to her sometimes. She didn’t know what he said.

She didn’t care.

Ethan – Age 60

She was perfect.

The machines whispered softly, pumping calories into her every twelve hours. Her body floated, silent and still, soft and round. Her stomach remained tight, stretched to its five-gallon capacity, always full.

She never asked to leave.

She was happy. She had to be.

And he was happy too.