PART TWO - THE ADIPOSE CENTER
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You awoke with a start. You had forgotten where you were. The florescent lights flickering above you shot a stark reminder... you remembered everything despite your fogged mind. The drive, the texts, the shipping container. But the woman... she seemed like a dream. You looked around and she wasn't there. Then you tried to get out of bed. You were in a 5-point harness. You couldn't move.
You heard the creaking of the door of the shipping container you were trapped in. And there she was... not in lingerie anymore, but a 50's style black dress with 4in heels. She approached you and said, "You've been prepped. Are you ready?"
You grunted and nodded your head in the affirmative. She stood by your side with a clipboard and said, "We need these papers signed... typical red tape."
You grabbed the pen with gusto and signed your name without even reading it.
She smiled at you. You melted at her kind facial expression.
You were surprised that you didn't feel panic; being strapped down in that bed. Perhaps it was because you wanted immobility? In your mind... becoming too fat to move was the ultimate BDSM experience. Others might like being tied down, knowing it's temporary. But you want permanence.
The woman with the long black hair left with the clipboard. You were alone. But all you could feel was excitement. This impossibility... becoming hundreds of pounds heavier, trapped by fat... it was everything you ever wanted. But was that going to happen? For all you knew, you walked into a kidnapping situation. That slight chance that you'd struggle to waddle out into the sun a few days from now... unable to fit in your car... your dick was hard and pulsing with the desire of that reality.
You heard the container door open again. There were two people now: the beautiful woman, and an older man in a white coat. The man read from the clipboard and asked, "How much did you sign up for?"
You weren't sure what he was asking... weight? Price?
You replied... "I... I don't know. I just want to get as big as you can make me."
You saw the woman smirk... is she here because it arouses her too?
The man said, "Alright, we will get the machine ready. You've already received the shot. You've signed the paperwork. It's time to make your dream come true."
Your dick pulsed again, hard and aroused.
The man in the white coat left the container. You saw the bright sunlight come in and then... darkness. You realized you had been asleep for the night. It was the next day. It had to be.
The woman, with her feminine deep voice, repeated the doctor's question and said, "Leopold... let's make your dreams come true."
You reached down towards your small belly. Your hands held it, like it was a precious jewel. She grabbed a tray, filled with syringes and tubes in plastic containers for sanitary reasons. She was gentle with the syringe... it entered your veins and you melted. You could barely make the effort to look at her. She opened the package with the tube and connected it to the container of white fluid that you had seen the previous night. You heard her heels clicking towards you. The drugs made you feel like it was all a dream. Then she spoke gently, "I'm going to insert this into your esophagus... are you ready?"
Your speech was slurred... you mumbled,"Yes, please!"
She grabbed the speculum and opened your throat. The tube was gently inserted. You couldn't speak any more. But there was no discomfort. She walked over to the container that held this experimental weight gain fluid. Turning a nob, you watched it flow through the tube, deep into your belly. As it flowed, she watched to see if you would struggle. You didn't. So she undid the 5-point harness. You were released. But you still didn't move.
The only movement she saw was your hands reaching down towards the fat of your belly. You felt warm. The fluid filled your stomach... then your eyes widened along with the rest of you. Your hands stayed on your belly, and you felt it expand. You moaned and closed your eyes. You were gaining pounds by the minute. It was REAL.
Your moaning and groaning echoed off the walls of the shipping container. You were fattening up. Much quicker than you ever thought possible.
The pressure in your stomach started to be painful. You needed to burp. But the tube prevented it. The woman was still there: taking measurements, tracking the fluid consumption. She saw you struggling. She gently approached your side and, in a soft low voice, she said, "Don't worry dear, I know you want to burp to make more room, but this isn't regular food... the sensation will subside."
You felt so bloated and full, how could this continue if you couldn't burp?
Suddenly you felt her soft pale white hands on your belly. She massaged it and gently ran her nails across the new stretchmarks that were appearing. You wanted to speak, you wanted to ask her to touch your dick. You were so aroused as your body expanded. You were actually worried that you'd cum yourself. But she seemed experienced. She grinned at you, then walked over to the container of this experimental weight gain fluid. She wrote down a figure and seemed to turn up the flow. You moaned again. Your hands feeling your body expand beneath them.
Her undoing the harness earlier was deliberate. She knew that in a few short hours you wouldn't be able to move anyway.
You wanted to speak. To scream. To groan. To moan. Suddenly you felt the cold of the bed on the sides of your ever expanding body. You looked down. Your skin was red with stretchmarks and your belly had grown so much that the sides touched the mattress beneath you. A mumbled moan escaped your lips. She heard you and approached your side. You were about to cum. Her voice was comforting as she said, "Oh, Leopold, you're becoming so large..."
You needed her to touch you. You raised one of your hands and stared... not only was your belly bloating to an impossible size, but every part of your body was too. Your fingers looked like fat sausages... your hands were fat and round. You couldn't speak with the tube in your throat. But she seemed to understand your mumbling.
You felt her small soft hands on your belly. She played with your new fat... lifting and jiggling it. Her words were more arousing than her actions. She whispered to you, "Oh you are growing so quickly. You are going to be too fat to get home. You're not done yet, big boy. Keep gulping. Keep consuming... we need you to outgrow this bed before we're sure we did our job."
Your fat hands reached down to your crotch... but you couldn't reach anymore. You felt frustration. She smiled again. Your belly was so large now that the fat consumed you. At this point, you knew you wouldn't fit in your car. Did they have a procedure for that? A van that could take you home? A driver that could bring your car back to your Vermont house?
But even then... how would you survive alone at this size?
There was a scale... lighted green numbers that ticked upwards by the minute. When it started, you didn't notice it. How could you? It was facing away from you... only visible to the young woman. She moved the display... directing it towards you... you looked and saw the number: 562lbs.
You were shocked; you started at 220lbs! But, you were still unable to react. You looked at it, out of the corner of your eye, and watched as it ticked up: 578... 590... 614... 635... oh God... what was happening?!
But you asked for this. You wanted to be immobile. At this point, you had already cummed. You knew you needed to be cleaned, but your belly kept expanding. Your dick got hard again. Was another release happening?
Your eyes popped out of your head, looking around... you tried to move. But it was like she said: she removed the restraints because she knew the new fat on your body would restrain you. You couldn't move. You tried to jiggle your newfound fat, to sway yourself enough to get off this bed. But you couldn't. What could you do?
The woman smiled at you again. And suddenly a huge wet burp escaped through the feeding tube. She said, "oh, Leopold... are you getting bigger than you wanted?"
You mumbled, "omh, ooh faaa... ooo igg... uck...."
It was easily interpreted: Ohhh... too fat... too big... fuck!"
But her smile at you... adoring your huge body... it was everything you ever wanted.
You faded out. The numbers on the scale turned into a fog: 675lbs... 693... 715....
Oh my God. What did you sign up for?!
How are you going to get home? And even if you did... you couldn't move. You were living the ultimate BDSM fantasy. Completely trapped: not by restraints, but by your own body.
The pleasure caused you to cum again. And you passed out.
When you wake up... how will you get home? How will you take care of yourself? It's everything you ever wanted... but were you ready for it?
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