The key to freedom

Chapter 1

Mark wakes up in a strange square  padded room with no windows and no door. The room is well lot and there is a CCTV camera in each corner of the room. There is a hose hanging from the wall and  a digital display on the opposite wall reading 160 lbs/70kg.

"Where am I? What happened?" I ask myself as I sit up in the middle of the room, nude.

I sit up and find a note taped to my chest. It read:

"Mark. You are trapped here, in this room, until you weigh 650 lbs/300kg. The hose on the wall will supply you with food, and the floor has a pressure sensor that will unlock the door upon completion."

I started banging on the walls, hoping to find a way out, but couldn't. I sat down leaning against the wall, wondering what I was going to do.

Hours later...

I've been lying on the floor, tucked into a ball, trying to think of an alternative, but there just isn't one that I could see. I've reluctantly decided to meet the demands of my captor...

I started sulking on the tube, and a flood of porridge like ooze flooded out. It wasn't unpleasant, and it went down easy. I quickly became full, but when I pulled the tube from my mouth, the stuff didn't stop coming out, and I had no choice but to put the hose back in. I became painfully full, and then it stopped, after what felt like an etternaty. I look over to the display, disappointed to find the number only 2 lbs/1kg higher than before.

The rest of the week was just as successful, only putting on around 16 lbs/8kg total. I didn't look that different overall, but I did have the start of a soft paunch sat on my middle.

Over the coming weeks, I became able to eat more and more, and the little paunch that was hardly noticeable swelled into a round belly. I didn't really notice thought. I am focused on my goal, freeing myself from this room. It was about two months later when I noticed some serious changes. The display now reads 210 lbs/95kg. I had a layer of soft fat resting both on my gut and on my chest. When walking around the room, it bounced up and down.

In the room, it was hard to tell how much time was passing by. However, one way of tracking it was my slow growth. Every day, the numbers ticked higher and closer to the goal. As I continued getting bigger, life didn't change much. I jiggled more and could pack more in before I was full, but I could still stand up and move around like nothing had changed. That was until I reached the halfway mark 405 lbs/185kg.

At this point, I was definitely fat. My big stomach rested on my lap heavily, moobs resting on top. My limbs had picked up extra pudge, and my face rounded out and softened.

In the midst of an eating whirlwind I wasn't pay attention to how heavy I was quickly becoming but I was pulled back to reality one day when I attempted to stand up. Normally I would be able to stand up easily but this time  I was breathing heavily and had to try several times before making it to my feet. However this didn't detear me from packing it in. I wanted to be free of this room even at this cost.

It took the next 8 months for me to finally reach the 650 lbs/300kg goal and if it weren't for a loud click I doubt I would have noticed. A panel on the wall slid open to reveal a door. I struggle to my feet for the first time in months and labour my way across the room. It wasn't a very big room but maleing my way across felt like a marathon. Upon eeaching the door I reach for the handle turning it and pushing the door. It didn't budge, I try again before seeing and an envelope taped on the door. I pull it off and open it quickly, eager to sit down again, my knees aching.

The letter read "congratulations you've completed the first step, you've only one left. Now your goal is a smidge higher 800 lbs/400kg."

I begrudgingly decided to comply with this new request. It wasn't like I had a choice anyway. It didn't take long for me to put the weight. My stomach has been stretched out so much that it can pack a mammoth amount away.

Three months of dedicated eating and I reached the goal set. The door swung open and I set about trying to raise my certifiably massive body up. I tried several different ways, from rocking side to side to using the wall but no method worked. I was stuck on the floor, I couldn't get up.

I continued to struggle for a couple of minutes before the sound of machinery started. The walls rose up to reveal a larger room. Standing their, as the floor completed decending, was a figure that began to approch me as I continue to struggle, trying to stand up. I was worried as they walked behind me, leaning forward to wisper in my ear as thay grabbed my heavy moobs.

"Look at what you've done to yourself, fatty".