She moaned, a thick sound, sugared as honey. The sound matched by her vast stomach, which replied as a chorus, singing from the same hymn sheet.
She was enormous, beyond scale, beyond sense. Her kitten ears twitched stop her head as she drunk herself in, the majesty of her enormity. She was a monument, a sigil, a sign.
The biggest. That there ever had been, or ever would be.
She let the feeding tube fall from her plump, numb fingers. She had told them she could be the very biggest, the biggest ever. They had given her the pipe. Prove it, the challenge left hanging.
Sensors crowded around her, clustering the walls, she could sense their electronic eyes on her. Drinking her in. Measuring her in a thousand, thousand ways. More eyes on her than she could imagine. The thought send a ripple of pleasure through her, a fuzzy ache from somewhere lost deep beneath the vast overhang of her colossal stomach.
She could make them out behind their glass walls, looking on, making notes. She wondered if they could see through to the heart of her, their eyes able to pierce through to the core of her fattened, swollen body, into the very centre of her gargantuan tummy. She was the best vessel they had, bred to contain multitudes, to carry organic solituions too sensitive for the harsh vagaries of metal or ceramic. Everything about her supported this, from the layer of visceral fat the cradled and swaddled her drum tight belly to the thickness of her thighs, the wideness of her hips, the supple swell of her ass. She was a beast of burden, true, but what a glorious example she was. Her thick, furred tail swished back and forth in lazy pirouette. This was her purpose, and in it her pleasure. She couldn’t wait to be done, to be confirmed at the apex of her ability, the biggest of them all. She would take her tummy home, pamper it, please it, and by extension herself.
“Subject confirmed. Density at core at 112% capacity. Pressure spiking, but holding steady.”
She could hear their voices, as far removed as the buzz of gnats. Every shipment they had given her to carry in the medical miracle that was her purpose engineered stomach was larger than the last, yet she swelled to the challenge with aplomb. Did they dare question her ability to expand to such mind bending, rapturous excess?
She arched her back, puffed herself out to her very largest, most grandiose. Let them look. She wanted them to see, to look upon her and know she was perfection. She was intoxicated, addicted, hopelessly lost in this feeling. Being so big, so fat, so vain and proud. Her addiction was herself, and the size she had grown to.
“Good. Maintain readings, introduce critical aperture failure in 3-2-1…”
She saw the long silver arm extend gracefully from the chamber ceiling. She watched with placid interest, stroking her monstrous tummy as she did so. What was it, some manner of stethoscope or MRI? Something to try and decrypt the miracle of her massive midriff? Let them try, she thought, listening to a rough groan from her taut, turgid tummy. It pleased her to know they were trying.
The arm stopped, level with the shallow dip of her belly button. She smirked, rotating the orb of her planetary gut so that it had the optimal view of her immensity.
The needle, thick as a plank nail, slid from its tip with a pneumatic hiss. She couldn’t see it over the horizon of her gut, smiling beautifically as it arched like an inverted scorpion tail, before striking.
Directly into her belly button.
She let out the smallest of sounds, her mouth wide enough to deliver a terrible scream, but all she managed was a whimpering hiss. Betrayed. She turned her eyes to her huge belly, cradling it in her hands as she felt a burning, lancing pain from the face of her massive gut, the needle deep.
“Pressure levels spiking. Critical failure imminent.”
Beams and coloured lights shone, playing over the surface of her stomach. They were watching, measuring, observing. Documenting the death throws of her leviathan belly.
Tears rolled down her fat cheeks. “No… my tummy… why?!?” She wailed, clutching her belly as she felt it betray her, giving in to the pressure within, stretchmarks rupturing over the surface like a pattern of cracking lava. She was about to erupt.
One of the shadowed scientists waved a hand, and she saw on a the viewscreen another genetically grown cat-girl, younger and already more plump and curvy than she was, her body thick and strong, ready to grow as she had.
She understood, in that moment, just before the nail was jerked from her gut, in the heartbeat before her stomach split on a great percussive bang, right across its horizon. She saw this girl, younger and so full of promise, and she understood.
She was not the finished product. She was only a test. And all tests needed a result. A conclusion.
Her stomach gave as she wailed, afraid and sorrrowful and riddled with regret, but of course, by then it was already too late.
She had truly been the biggest. But only for a moment.
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