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Old 08-27-2007, 06:41 PM   #1
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SSBBW, Sci-Fi, Force-Feeding, ~XWG - A continuation of the Heavy Debt series. In this episode, Joyce is being prepared for an extreme eating contest.

[Editor's note: Heavy Debt Part One can be found here; Heavy Debt Part Two here, and Heavy Debt Part Three here.]

Heavy Debt
Parts Four & Five

by JP

Part Four

The incessant beeping combined with the hungry grunts of Joyce went on for a few more seconds as Helga tried to adjust the schedule she had in mind for Joyce. She was impressed as hell that Joyce had made it so far, more than 120 hot dogs in only an hour and 42 minutes. But she wouldn’t get a break for another 2 hours and 18 minutes, there was no way she’d be able to keep that pace, and she was risking getting truly full.

The beeping stopped but the grunting continued. Helga slid one hot dog forward for Joyce to eat, who gobbled it down just as fast as the first hot dog when the marathon started. Helga watched the process intently and then sprayed a quick jet of water into Joyce’s open mouth, waiting again for the beeping.

Both women had been surgically changed to a great degree. Joyce’s body was now going into overdrive in digesting the food. Her digestive system was like a blast furnace at this point; designed to gradually improve the more she ate and the bigger she got. With the conditioning that she’d been put through, she was able to digest at a rate roughly three times faster than a normal human and even faster if she was pushed. Her stomach could stretch an amazing amount despite the sheer weight of all the blubber resting on it. Food would pack each crevice, triggering more and more gastric and digestive juices to be released. The food would also stretch her large and small intestines where even more digestion took place, enough to absorb every trace, leaving nothing to be excreted. Most humans didn’t absorb even half of the food they took in, Joyce assimilated all of it.

The first 6 of the 120+ hot dogs she ate were already turned into fat; their new home was around her calves. Since she was put on her new hot dog regimen she had put another two inches on her calves, and was just about to go up another cup size for her bra. Every part of her body that dealt with eating was turned into a high performance machine that was ramping up to the task set before her.

Helga was responding to this also. Her cyborg brain was allowed to fixate on a task and turn off other portions of itself so she could concentrate solely on the process at hand. Her senses would remain online, monitoring the two doors into the room, but right now she was recalculating the new pace she’d have to set for Joyce, not just for the next two hours, but for when the last four hours were reached.

She shoved the next hot dog in front of Joyce just before the beeping began. She needed to use every second she could in order to milk this. Joyce could do it; but it wouldn’t be easy for either of them. Helga needed precise timing.

Helga was actually listening to the contents of Joyce’s massive stomach breaking down the food; she would occasionally press hard on the stomach to gauge its fullness as Joyce wolfed down the hot dogs. Joyce would occasionally hiccup at the hard pressure of Nurse Helga’s hands; from her vantage point it looked as if Helga’s hands were disappearing almost to her elbow as she pushed into the doughy mass of her stomach. The new pace was set, and Helga was kicking herself that she hadn’t tried this at the start.

Helga would watch Joyce carefully, observing for the second the hot dog went down the hatch and then counting to exactly 8 seconds before serving up the next one. She ignored Joyce’s pitiful grunts and reaching hands. Helga knew that if given the chance Joyce would be able to eat herself full in a short time, but that would do them no good. Joyce’s eating was measured out at 8 seconds at a time. Slowly and carefully she was given her hot dogs, dragging the process out as long as possible.

When the next 50 were done, Helga had managed to stretch it out to 2 hours and 13 minutes. They needed to go another hour and 47 minutes before they’d get a significant break, but they were up to an amazing 150 hot dogs.

Helga gave her a small break as she gathered up the next 50 hot dogs. The beeping signaled that she had gone 10 seconds without chewing or swallowing, and Joyce was pleading for still more hot dogs as Helga set the tray into position, but otherwise took her time, counting out the seconds, giving Joyce extra time, allowing her enhanced stomach every opportunity to digest more of the amazing amount of food in it. It started beeping again; there was only 20 seconds to go before it was all over, but still Helga waited.

Joyce was anything but composed. With her ham-like hands she was slapping at the tray for the hot dogs just out of reach and her grunts were becoming louder and needier. Her arms made a strange echoing clap as the overhanging flab slapped against her huge flabby chest and breasts when her hands slapped the tray. Helga looked up in annoyance both at the noise and the energy that Joyce was wasting and efficiently pinned Joyce’s weak and blubbery arms with one of her own.

“Calm down, Fatty,” she snapped as she counted down the last few moments before finally handing over the hot dog and letting her arms go.

As Joyce greedily ate it like she was starving and not filled with 150 hot dogs already, Helga figured out the remaining calculations and came back to her normal awareness again. A slow smile spread across her face as she sprayed a small jet of water into Joyce’s open mouth. They’d be able to do this, if they were careful. Joyce could make it; she would make it.

Helga had to slow her down. Even at one hot dog every minute, that was 240 hot dogs in 4 hours, and Joyce was going faster than that. Joyce was taking less than 10 seconds to eat each hot dog. Based on previous observations, she kept that pace no matter how full she got; it was only when her hands and jaws were tired that she slowed down. They needed to milk every minute out of this process, and Helga had figured out how.

Helga obliged Joyce with the next hot dog; it was gobbled down in 8.7 seconds according to Helga’s calculations. As soon as the dog was down the hatch, Helga’s internal timer went into play. She was in perfect sync with Joyce’s own timer, and had it down exactly when the beeping began and then stopped again.

She ignored the pitiful noises Joyce made as she wordlessly begged for more food; she had to pin her hands still, but the effort was minimal. The beeping started again as Helga continued to count, her timing would have to be precise, and more importantly, she’d need to be able to repeat this hundreds of times. On the second to last beep as Joyce was literally drumming her hands on her own bloated belly demanding the food, Helga sprayed a small mouthful of water into Joyce’s gaping pie hole. The beeping stopped as she swallowed it down and its clock reset.

Helga smiled to herself even as Joyce kept demanding more food, not just a little water. She counted down the seconds again, waiting for the right moment as the beeping came back. Joyce’s complaints and struggles started to die down, perhaps thinking she wasn’t eating any more as her higher faculties seemed about to return. Again right before the last beep and just as Joyce’s tunnel vision was clearing Helga shoved a hot dog into her hands and started the process up again.

Joyce was suddenly thrust back into eating mode as the hot dog was crammed into her mouth. She had been about to ask Helga how she did, because for the last hour or more she really didn’t recall anything, even the beeping. It was like a coming out of a deep sleep and being woken up by an annoying alarm clock. The hot dog went down easy though, and Helga waited. Joyce didn’t quite understand at first, she simply raised an eyebrow as Helga waited while the beeping started up again and began counting down.

“What are you…” Joyce started to ask when Helga suddenly raised the hose.

“Open!” she commanded, and Joyce knew better than to resist. She opened her mouth and caught the quick jet of water, resetting the timer. Joyce nodded as she saw the logic. She was a gamer herself (it was how she got put into this position in the first place), and knew there were strategies that weren’t exactly honest, ways to game the system.

“So…how am I doing?” Joyce asked as they waited for the minute to count down.

“Pretty good, we need to pace you better though, Fatty. You almost stuffed yourself in the first hour; this is a marathon, not a sprint. This is how we’re going to win it. If I'd thought about it more in the beginning we’d be better off now, but we’ll make it. You’re up to 152 hot dogs…153,” Helga corrected herself and handed Joyce the next dog right before the last beep.

“And we’ll be going slower from now on. Carlos came up with the rules for this little contest, and he wanted me to find a way to make you do it, to find an angle to exploit, and I think we just did. Now instead of 240 hot dogs every 4 hours, which is more than even you can handle, we can reduce it down to maybe around 120 or so. The biggest problem is that you had such a big start. We’re going to be close here Tons-of-Fun.”

Joyce nodded in understanding, and despite the absurdity of her current condition was determined to help out on this task. It didn’t matter too much if she was willing though, she’d still be eating.

At the new pace they set, Joyce managed to stay ahead of the beeper the entire time but only manage to eat another 50 dogs, just starting the next tray of fifty before the four-hour slot had expired. Joyce had to admit, she felt rather confident, and so did Helga too. This was just the first of a total of six 4-hour slots though. Joyce relaxed, letting her head roll back and rest on a pillow of neck fat as Helga prepped for the next 4-hour block.

Joyce dozed a bit, letting her stomach do its work while Helga adjusted the piles of hot dogs, making sure there were neat piles of fifty in easy reach. They were taking a chance by waiting the extra time; one slip up could ruin the whole thing, like a boxer who miscounted while trying to get off the canvas.

Helga got herself into position and then began to carefully prod Joyce’s swollen and bare belly, checking for how much room had been made. Helga’s sly smile faded slowly as she felt around, waking Joyce up in the process. She actually lifted up some of the enormous belly rolls to help confirm what she was feeling. Finally she let the huge apron of fat flop back into position with a heavy, meaty slap. Joyce hadn’t digested as much as Helga wanted; either that or she was fuller than she originally thought. Joyce meanwhile had to endure Helga’s poking and proddings, not daring to protest at the indecent treatment. When she emerged into view again from under the belly roll, Joyce could see the concern on her face.

“We’ll make it,” was all Helga said as she brought the tray into reach. They sat in silence the last three minutes before the half hour was up, each staring at the huge amount of hot dogs arrayed in 50 count stacks in the kitchenette. Joyce’s confidence was waning at the sight of that as well as Helga, who seemed deep in contemplation again. The beeping on Joyce’s cheek snapped her out of it and she gave Joyce her next hot dog, and began counting down her progress.

It was slow, monotonous work. Joyce wished she could either just dive into the pile and end the contest or fall back into that daze she was in earlier. Instead she was bored out of her skull, gobbling down a hot dog roughly every two minutes, with a blast of water down her throat in between to reset the clock.

“Why don’t we try for an extra squirt of water, wouldn’t that eat more time?” asked Joyce after consuming another 18 hot dogs. Helga shook her head.

“Carlos wouldn’t go for it. He’ll be happy to see what I came up with, but he’s a real gamer. He wouldn’t allow that much latitude, he’d lay down the rule that you couldn’t do that. How you doing? Here,” she said as she gave Joyce the next hot dog.

“Pretty full,” said Joyce, once she swallowed the 19th hot dog while absently rubbing her dome-like stomach. “But I’ve come to know what’s really full and what’s not. I’m a decent ways away from being really full, I’d say.”

“Good,” said Helga, and obliged Joyce by massaging her belly also, which did help a little. During the process they tried a few other things as well. Helga had Joyce try swallowing saliva and seeing if that reset the clock; it didn’t. Joyce was also unable to try and savor the hot dog at all. She had no way of forcing herself to eat slower or to hold onto any of it and maybe swallow it later. She basically would chew it up and swallow the whole thing in an average of 3 to 4 gulps.

After the first 50 dogs of this time slot, Joyce’s arms were getting tired. This was actually helpful, as it added several seconds to each hot dog and Helga wondered if they had stumbled onto something. It was towards the end of the run that she saw that tiredness could be a real problem. She was just staying ahead of her own full belly and able to keep making room, but after 107 hot dogs and less than an hour to go before the break, Joyce was starting to give out. The effort of lifting those bloated inner tubes she called arms was becoming too great, she was in danger of actually missing the one minute time limit.

Between hot dogs and water blasts, Helga was massaging her fatty limbs, trying to rest them and get some blood flowing. For the last 8 minutes of eating, Helga didn’t have to take any extra time in giving her the hot dog; Joyce’s arms were so tired and she was so full that her eating process was dramatically slowed down.

“Seven more minutes to go Joyce, come on you can do it!” encouraged Helga, as she gave her a quick mouthful of water which almost drooled out of her slack jowls. She vigorously rubbed her shoulders and cheeks, trying to invigorate the exhausted, half-ton Joyce. Tears of exhaustion rolled down her sweaty, bloated face as she fixated on the hot dog in front of her, not daring to contemplate the remaining pile.

“Come on…just a bite! Just one damn bite and the clock will keep going! You can do it! Come on Fatty!” Helga practically screamed as Joyce reached out one blubbery and quivering hand to pick up the newest hot dog. She dropped it back on the tray though as she brought her other shaking hand forward to try and provide some help as the beeping went off, signaling the last 20 seconds were counting down.

“Joyce…come on! Come on! You can do it!”

With Herculean effort, Joyce managed to bring the dog to her slack lips and take a bite out of it. Her aching jaws went into their mechanical chewing motions, and stopped the beeping. The beeping started up again as she chewed for ten seconds rather than swallow. This wasn’t a conscious effort, her automatic eating ability was just too stressed out, too exhausted.

“That’s it! Take your time!” Helga cheered on as she counted down the time. She swallowed a morsel and reset the beeping again. Then her chewing abruptly stopped. Helga looked at Joyce in sheer panic as Joyce’s eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw hung open limply, congealed bread and bits of meat nearly falling out.

Helga’s mechanical heart nearly skipped a bit as she suddenly thought that Joyce may have actually died from the stress. Then the nurse in her quickly took command and she pressed her fingers along Joyce’s jawline; her tubular neck was far too fat to accurately check for a pulse. She confirmed that she was alive; Joyce had stopped because she was full and exhausted.
“Oh no! Oh no! Joyce! Joyce! You need to chew or swallow or do something! There’s only a little bit before you can take a break! Joyce! Can you hear me?! Joyce! Just chew for God’s sake!”

The beeping started, counting the last 20 seconds before Joyce lost, with 27 seconds to go before the break.

“Joyce!” Honest panic was in the cyborg’s voice as she shook her charge by the shoulders, sending fatty jowls, blubber and breasts quivering like jello.

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Well thanks. I'll be writing again today, I'm not sure if it will be for this or for Digital Silver, but either way there should be more to come shortly.
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Thanks, hope to have something soon. Real life keeps intruding, which is good (I need to get out more) but does slow things up a bit.

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Part Four, continued

Joyce’s fatty charms continued to shake and quiver a second or two after Helga stopped shaking her. Helga meanwhile switched positions so she was suspended over Joyce’s massively packed stomach. She began to massage its vastness with quick motions and even slapped it to try and revive Joyce as the beeps ticked down her failure in the contest. Helga pressed hard, burying her hands in past the wrist trying to somehow make room. Through it all Joyce was blissfully unconscious, it seemed. With 3 seconds to go her slack jaws made the slightest of motions, perhaps more of gravity or reflex than conscious design, and a small amount of mushy bread and saliva slid down her throat just a few inches, but it was enough to stop the beeping.

Helga sighed thankfully and collapsed onto Joyce’s huge stomach. She only rested there a moment or two before getting up and heading to the kitchenette. She began putting the hot dogs away into huge plastic containers, each fitted with a mini-fridge unit to keep the contents cool. This contest was over for now. She was a trooper, but they failed, and it was Helga’s poor planning that caused it. However, she knew what needed to be done now. With better timing and execution as well as a bit more stomach stretching she’d be able to pull through the next time they tried, though she doubted they’d get another practice run on it. While Joyce slumbered with an amazing amount of food rumbling in her belly, Helga finished cleaning up and put in an order for some special food to pack into Joyce the next few days.

Joyce woke to a mercifully empty stomach. She was groggy and confused, and her dry mouth felt like she’d eaten cotton balls. Initially the change in her stomach felt slightly good after being so miserably full, but soon enough her hunger asserted itself. Helga was already nearby setting up a feeding apparatus suspended from a cable near Joyce’s head.

“Helga…I’m…I’m sorry, I tried…” began Joyce.

“Sssh. I know you did, Tiny,” said Helga with a genuine smile on her face; she even patted the arm fat on what used to be Joyce’s bicep. Helga then went back to hooking up a huge clear plastic bag, bulging with what seemed to be cement, judging by how thick looking it was as it rolled in its container. The bag itself was as big as a trash bag, but made of far tougher plastic. Helga gave no complaints, though, as she muscled it into position. Joyce began to worry at this; new or different feeding methods were often used to punish her.

“I mean…I’ll try harder next time, you don’t need to…” But Helga cut her off again.

“This isn’t a punishment, you silly fatty. This will help you. I gave you this stuff before, but this time I added an extra ingredient. Remember all those chocolate shakes I gave you, and the last one you weren’t able to digest for hours? Well I finally decided to use the doctor’s improved version. You can’t digest this until I put a special enzyme in you. We’ll use this to keep your stomach stretched for the next two days. We’ll see some real improvements then.

"Ordinarily I want you gaining weight, but I already put on a decent amount so far, so we’ll cut back a bit for the contest. Get you in fighting shape!” Helga emphasized the last part by lifting a huge roll of Joyce’s tummy a few feet off the rest of her mass and let it flop down with a loud smack of flesh on flesh. Then Helga attached the tube to the aperture at the bottom of the feedbag, making sure it was properly sealed.

“No wait! This isn’t necessary, I can do it, just give me a chance…Glmph!” Joyce was cut off one more time as Helga plugged her mouth with the tube and began working it down her throat. Joyce really didn’t care for being tube fed; it had lost its charm a while ago, but there was nothing she could do as she was forced to swallow the tube that Helga was feeding her. A new device had been added to the tube; there was a mouth piece about a foot and a half from the end of the tube in Joyce’s mouth. It conformed to the contours of Joyce’s mouth almost perfectly.

“Bite down,” Helga commanded after making sure the piece was in properly. Joyce did as commanded and felt the soft plastic squish some artificially flavored goo around her mouth and found that her jaw was now stuck tight.

“This will be more comfortable on your mouth and better for your lips,” said Helga, as she smeared some lip balm rather than bio-adhesive around Joyce’s exposed and full lips. The tube passed directly through the center of the mouth piece and couldn’t be compressed by Joyce’s teeth even if she bit down.

“And here, a little something as a reward. This is a flavor enhancer,” said Helga, as she took a small loop of clear plastic and fitted it around the back of Joyce’s neck and then brought the loop to the front of the face, fixing it just beneath Joyce’s nose.

“It releases a special gas that you inhale through the nose and causes flavor receptors in your nose and tongue to fire. It can reproduce any flavor and aroma that’s programmed into it,” said Helga, as she switched on a small computer device behind Joyce’s head that the tube connected to. “You won’t get the texture or anything, but it’s better than nothing. Call it a reward, I know you tried hard.”

Joyce was only able to breathe through her nose now so she couldn’t help but get a waft of the vapors trickling out of the tube. When she did so, her mouth instantly watered as she smelled and tasted a hearty flavor of eggs covered in cheese and garnished with smoky bacon. She took large sniffs of air at this, her stomach rumbling, sounding like a bowling ball rolling over gravel, as her enforced eating instincts began to take over. She sucked and drew on the tube, but nothing was coming out yet.

Helga watched with her typical intensity. She did honestly enjoy it when someone she was caring for was enjoying themselves, but at the same time she had to assimilate data also, to help her overall project of making Joyce as fat as possible. Helga nodded in satisfaction when Joyce began grunting and struggling against the tremendous weight of her own body to somehow get to the food she was tasting and smelling.

Helga gave the tube a final twist where it attached to the feedbag and the contents began flowing. While it traveled slowly to Joyce’s waiting stomach Helga made an adjustment on a dial at the side of the bag. There was an audible hiss as the bag started forcing air out of itself and then started collapsing. The pressure on the bag began forcing the contents out faster than with just gravity and Joyce’s desperate sucking. Soon the stuff was passing through the mouth piece and then on towards Joyce’s cavernous belly.

When the first drops of it made it to her stomach, Joyce closed her eyes in some satisfaction, but was immediately back to work trying to draw more. The stuff began flowing at a good pace now, steadily filling up her stomach and taking on a slightly different consistency once it mixed with Joyce’s gastric juices. It thickened up a bit and hardened as well, becoming more of a gel in her stomach than the thick paste it started out as. Joyce didn’t realize this, but her stomach was acting a lot like a huge Jello mold, shaping and hardening the contents until the stuff started to take on the exact shape of her gut, complete with impressions on it from the fat and other internal organs which pressed on her bag-like belly.

Helga was satisfied with the pace and raised the dining tray into position, which held another full bag. Joyce was making excellent progress; between her willingness to eat and the bag collapsing in on itself she was emptying it very quickly. Soon enough it was actually empty and shaped more like a used up toothpaste tube than a once-full feed bag.

“Excellent! Great job, Joyce, and I’m sure you’re still hungry so let’s keep this going.” Helga switched the bags with factory machine efficiency and also switched the flavor she was receiving. The second course would now be sweet and chocolaty oatmeal, and lots of it. The taste was really convincing, not at all like an artificial chemical flavor. It made her mouth water and her stomach rumble. The main difference was the lack of the experience of eating, but then again she was getting her hunger satisfied a lot faster this way. The second bag started getting deflated as she gulped down its contents just as fast as before.

“Two bags will be the start of this, Joyce. Three bags will really put your stomach to the test. But we’re doing four altogether.” Joyce’s eyes had been closed in contentment as she fed, but they snapped open at the revelation, and she shook her head desperately.

“I know…I know, it sounds like a lot, and it is. But we need to do this. It’s Sunday, and your big day is Tuesday. We need to have your stomach really stretched out for that. Right now the first stuff you ate has hardened to about clay and blocked the entrance to your small intestines. The rest is getting harder too and will be indigestible.

"On Tuesday I’ll give you the enzymes your body needs to digest it. The last time I used stuff like this your body could digest it slowly. This stuff can’t be digested at all. It won’t put on much weight though, as it doesn’t have much calories. That’s the main drawback, but with your stretched stomach we’ll make up for lost time pretty quick. How you feeling? Getting full?” asked Helga as she actually squeezed the bag with her cyborg hands to force the stuff along even faster.

Joyce was getting full; almost two large bags of the stuff were congealing in her stomach now. She knew she had more room though. Helga brought up the next bag of paste just as the second bag was emptied. Again Helga changed it quickly and changed the flavor again, this time to Tapioca pudding, which basically matched the consistency of the stuff before it reached her stomach.

The third bag was very tough. The stuff in her stomach already now felt like cement, the fullness she felt was not the pleasant contented kind. She made muffled groans, as did her stomach, as more and more of the stuff was forced in. She stopped helping the process by sucking on the tube now; her automated eating habits were satisfied at this point. However, gravity and the fact that the bag was collapsing still forced more down her throat.

The bag was maybe just over half full when the real fight began. Joyce’s eyes closed as tears rolled down her fattened cheeks. Her stomach was about as full as it could be, but the stuff kept trying to force its way in more. The flow stopped to a trickle as her body resisted every millimeter of expansion that the stuff was trying to make. Helga placed her hands lightly onto Joyce’s stomach and listened carefully, checking to make sure that her stomach was holding up. It was, but this wasn’t going to be all that pleasant of an experience. The machine would stop before damage could be done, and Helga had a hypodermic needle filled with the enzymes that she hadn’t told Joyce about. If an alarm went off Helga would jab through several inches of blubber until the long needle pierced the stomach and give a huge dose of the enzyme and digest the stuff at a very rapid pace. Joyce might be miserable, but her safety was actually a very high priority.

While Joyce lay miserably stuffed, and slowly getting stuffed more, Helga went about some other business at hand. The first was informing Carlos of their failure the day before. Joyce could dimly hear parts of the phone conversation from where she was.

“I know, Carlos, it was my idea but … Okay, if you’d just let me … I’m sorry Okay? I’m sorry. It was my fault. No Carlos, it was my fault. I didn’t plan it right, that’s all. Well, she’s eating right now; I put her on the special stuff so I could stretch her stomach out even more. I doubt she’d hear much, Carlos; she’s kind of out of it. Carlos … Carlos! We’ll be able to … Okay, fine, you’re the boss. I’ll put you on the video phone.”

Moments later Joyce could feel her tremendous weight begin to shift and move, causing loud groans as the contents of her stomach began to weigh on different parts of her anatomy. She was being shifted to a more upright seated position and the video screen was lowering from some cables in the ceiling. A second or two later all she could see on the screen was a towering image of Carlos’s angry face. Joyce groaned again, more concerned about this than the pain in her stomach.

“This ain’t no vacation fat-ass! I put a lot of money into you, and I intend to make back a lot more. That just ain’t gonna happen with you wimpin’ out on us like that! This was supposed to be our show, our ringer! You didn’t make it halfway!” From the floor, obscured from Joyce’s view by her own vast bulk, she could hear Helga try to interject.

“Um … actually, Carlos, we did make it halfw …”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” roared Carlos as he turned his burning gaze down onto Helga and then back to Joyce. As he did, Joyce couldn’t believe it but she saw Tony and Jimmy peeking over both of Carlos’s shoulders. They were both aghast at how much bigger Joyce was. Tony puffed out his cheeks in mockery of her while Jimmy slowly shook his head and brought up his finger to make a scolding motion directed at Helga. They both smiled and snickered quietly after that and faded into the background before Carlos realized what they’d done.

Helga was turning red with anger, while Joyce was trying desperately not to laugh or snort despite the pain in her stomach. “Now you listen and you listen good! Both a’ you! Freaks like you cost me lots of money, I need a return on my investment. I can easily get that return sellin’ you two. North Korea would pay a fortune for you, Helga, they’d take you apart piece by piece tryin’ to figure out how to duplicate you and what makes you tick.

"And people are always lookin’ for new attractions Skinny. You think I’m rough, how’d you like to be in a Russian zoo? Think about it! Now this Tuesday is a layup. I know we’re gonna win, but you gotta be ready for the ones that come after it! I got too much ridin’ on this! Get that fat ass motivated, honey! That’s all. I’ll stop by on Tuesday to check things out, and then the spotlight’s on you Lightweight. Am I clear?” Joyce nodded weakly and Helga did the same as Carlos’s picture faded away.

“Well that was pleasant,” came Helga’s wry comment as the video screen retracted. “I’m going to leave you like this for just a bit, honey. I need to measure you and then I’ll start washing you up.” Joyce nodded again, barely conscious from the ordeal she was going through. Sweat was pouring down her brow as well as covering her bloated torso. Joyce’s breathing was coming in short pants now, but the pain was fading a bit as the endorphins kicked in.

Helga had put on a metallic headband that had a small lens in the center. She reattached the cables to the harness that she often wore now and was soon hoisted up level with Joyce. At a tap on the headband, a green laser scan flashed out to play on Joyce’s huge and slowly expanding belly. The laser flattened out, becoming a long scanning line that slowly panned up and down Joyce’s body.

Helga meanwhile had the difficult task of making sure the laser was able to scan Joyce completely. That meant some serious heavy lifting. While Helga could easily lift up the rolls and flabby flesh, the huge expanse of it made it difficult. The rolls would squish and slip from her grasp, as Helga didn’t want to put on too much pressure and cause Joyce any more discomfort.

It took both hands and her head to lift up the incredibly huge belly apron that Joyce now sported. The middle rested squarely on the top of Helga’s head and the far ends literally had Helga’s arms at full stretch trying to hold the whole mass up without hurting Joyce. Helga let the laser continue to scan and finally laid down the apron as gently as possible, Joyce’s over-full stomach was in a delicate position now.

The breasts were a bit easier, but the process truly showed off just how massive they now were. Initially Helga had to hover over Joyce to get the over head view. But then their overall volume needed to be measured. Helga had to literally pick up each massive teat, hugging it to her own chest for a few moments as she scanned it with the laser. The breasts themselves, aside from being so huge and heavy, were now quite long, longer than Joyce’s own arms. Most of the time while Joyce reclined they rested off to either side of her supported by her flanks and the huge hammock she lay on. Joyce put each breast back into place and gave the left one an affectionate pat before moving below.

From below Helga pushed a button on a remote she kept at her belt and the material holding Joyce became transparent, practically invisible. The sight was rather surreal, as she looked a lot wider from this angle than above. Her weight of course collected in the areas she was laying on, so this was to be expected. The strange sight was the long crevasses and creases in her body that were caused by her rolls being squished into contact with the bed she was suspended on. The crack of her ass seemed about three feet long but was ramrod straight due to the way she was positioned. The rolls on her back were flattened and pressed onto the now invisible material, shaped like modeling clay. It was truly a strange sight. Helga really couldn’t do much exploring though. If she really wanted to she’d need to turn her over, and with how her stomach was now that just wasn’t a good idea. The scanner was done shortly and Helga transmitted the data to an associate of Dan’s. Helga was looking forward to putting Joyce into her party clothes.

Joyce groaned above her, blissfully unaware of anything else going on but her own discomfort as Helga took out the long brushes and soap and buckets to start cleaning up her half-ton patient. Joyce was meanwhile counting her existence out drip by drip, dreading when the last drip would end the entire ordeal.

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You "hope" I enjoy this? JP, this is the second fat novel I've read, and it's a hell of a lot more enjoyable. The first was Cesar Rotondi's GRAND OBESE; unfortunatly, that particular novel was about the horrors of obesity rather than its wonders.

What is happening to Joyce is very interesting. Although after this amount of time (173 pages MS word) I would have expected her to be way beyond the half-ton stage.

I'm just hoping you have some interesting twist of fate in store for Carlos in the end -- he is an absolute jerk!

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You "hope" I enjoy this? JP, this is the second fat novel I've read, and it's a hell of a lot more enjoyable. The first was Cesar Rotondi's GRAND OBESE; unfortunatly, that particular novel was about the horrors of obesity rather than its wonders.

What is happening to Joyce is very interesting. Although after this amount of time (173 pages MS word) I would have expected her to be way beyond the half-ton stage.

I'm just hoping you have some interesting twist of fate in store for Carlos in the end -- he is an absolute jerk!


He might be a jerk, but if not for him, Joyce would be a lot smaller right?

I have big plans though, just a bit of a lack of opportunity, maybe something after the weekend. Glad you enjoy it though.

I'm deliberately taking my time with her fattening though, mainly for the challenge, most of the time my fattening stories are faster and the story much shorter. I'm trying to put some adventure into Joyce's fattening, which isn't easy considering that she's been locked in only 2 different rooms and is now pretty much immobile. While it has been many chapters though, very little time has actually passed, about 2 months maybe, and she already is up to half a ton. She's got further to go, I just want to make sure it's a memorable journey.
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Hey JP, i love this story and I've been reading it since the beginning, but you haven't posted since September! Are you ever going to add onto this ever again?
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Hey JP, i love this story and I've been reading it since the beginning, but you haven't posted since September! Are you ever going to add onto this ever again?

Yes actually, I'll probably be writing again relatively soon. I'm a bit out of it with some schedule changes, but they're actually going to help me out in the wrong run and give me more free time. Can't say when, but I'm not done writing it yet.
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hey JP this has to be the best novel I've ever read! I've been reading it from the beginning and it has been an awesome journey! keep it up!
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hey JP this has to be the best novel I've ever read! I've been reading it from the beginning and it has been an awesome journey! keep it up!

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[Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay in posts for this story. I've gotten many requests to continue. After a long break I put together the next segment, here you go. I hope it's worth the weight, and I'll have more soon, we won't have to wait so long for the next one.]

Part Five

Joyce was in a haze of her own misery and discomfort as Helga busied herself with the buckets and brushes, getting ready to clean her elephantine body. The feedbag was half empty at most now as each new drop invaded her stomach, fighting the rest of the contents for room in her packed belly.

“You doing OK?” Helga asked as she began to strip down to her bra and panties, her trim and athletic body such a contrast to Joyce’s surreal obesity. Joyce couldn’t even see Helga due to her interposing belly and the lack of mobility of her head, and couldn’t respond anyway as more of the paste flowed slowly down the tube. Moments later water was flowing into a bucket as Helga checked the temperature and added a mild liquid soap and some skin conditioner to it. Once the sudsy concoction was full, Helga put the bucket onto Joyce’s feeding tray as she hooked herself up to her suspension cables again so she could get at Helga from different angles.

A few agonizing moments later Helga popped into Joyce’s view again, with a long handled brush in hand. “Time to wash the elephant!” she said with her usual mischievous smile. Joyce groaned again, this time at the silly comment as Helga started to gently wash her enormous body. The warm and soapy water did feel good though and helped to mitigate the extreme discomfort she was in and despite herself Joyce found that she could relax just a bit. It took long strokes of the brush to cover the vast expanse of Joyce’s flesh, but Helga didn’t mind.

“I actually used to love going to the zoo and watching them take care of the really big animals. I wanted to be a vet then. I just thought it was so neat for something so big to need to rely on someone so small. And you could tell that the elephants and hippos and such appreciated their little helpers.” Helga sprayed some warm water onto Joyce’s soapy belly to rinse it. “You appreciate this, right?”

Joyce looked at her in some confusion, surprised by the sincerity of the question. She had basically been closing her eyes trying to zone out of the pain, and mostly tuned out Helga’s chatter. Joyce was unable to speak of course, but she only considered the question for a moment or two before she found herself giving Helga a slight nod; she did appreciate Helga, despite what she was doing to her. Helga gave one of her rare sincere smiles before going back to work.

She lifted each breast and hoisted the fatty bag over her shoulder so she could wash the bulk of it with a soft sponge rather than the brush and then rinsed it before carefully settling the huge teat back into position. From there she carefully washed Joyce’s hair and checked her chins and jowls for any food or anything that might have fallen in those crevasses and grooves. The arms were next; each huge inner tube of fat was carefully cleaned and rinsed. Joyce found that her arms were possibly the strangest looking part of her, mainly because they looked like they had actually shrunk and became shorter as they had swelled several times larger than they were when she started. Her bicep was more than 24 inches around (as Helga informed her) but seemed so much shorter now than when her weight gain started. The crease in her elbow seemed more like the kink that separated two sausage links from each other. Her hands were always dainty and soft, but now looked like pink pads with plump little digits coming out of them.

Soon enough, Helga was working on the lower half of her body, her legs and underside of her belly. Joyce saw how thoroughly prepared Carlos and Helga were when they made this room. Helga pulled down cables and set up a small hammock of the same material she was suspended on and used this to help lift her bloated belly up so that her legs and pelvis could be exposed and cleaned. The lifting was rough on her packed stomach, but once it was resting on the hammock she actually felt a bit better; the tremendous weight wasn’t pressing on her so much.

Helga continued cleaning and washing her fat patient as Joyce consumed still more of the indigestible paste. Her stomach was almost truly full at this point and unlike other times when she was full there was no sense of room being made. It seemed more like room was forced into her, each swallow invading and demanding more room which Joyce didn’t think she had. Helga stopped washing so she could listen to Joyce and the contents of her stomach, making sure she wasn’t in danger. The hypodermic with the enzymes was nearby, which she’d use if she had to, but her calculations told her she could hold all of this if they went slowly. Joyce groaned through the tube again, but Helga could tell she was OK for now as she continued washing.

As strong as Helga was, even she had problems lifting each one of Joyce’s cone-like legs. It wasn’t just the sheer weight but it was the difficulty in getting her arms around them plus the slipperiness of the soap and water. It took minutes of lifting, grunting and swearing before she managed to wash the left leg. Helga couldn’t see this, but Joyce had the slightest of smiles on her lips as she heard, but couldn’t see, Helga’s struggles.

The second leg went a bit easier as Helga had figured out the best way to approach it; she started at the foot and lifted, then scooched her own body underneath with the foot resting on her shoulder so she could both wash the leg and easily keep it in place. A precarious position for any normal woman; one of Joyce’s legs weighed more than most heavy people. The legs had become so fat they now had rolls on top of rolls. Unlike the arms, there was no noticeable kink or separation between the thigh and foreleg; the knee was simply covered in uniform fat, making it difficult to bend as well as making it look like she had no knees at all. Her feet were probably the most fat-free part of her now, but even they were bloated sausages of excess, and they hadn’t really been used in awhile now.

“Whoo!” exclaimed Helga as she squeezed out finally. “Might have to put you on a diet, fatty!” she laughed as she got off of Joyce’s hammock/bed and went to the kitchen counter to retrieve two metal rings. Joyce couldn’t see what Helga was doing, but these were the rings that allowed Helga to make a hole in the unbreakable material she was lying on. She snapped the rings in place, one on the top of the material and one on the underside at the edge of the hammock between Joyce’s spread feet. Once they were snapped together, Helga gave the top one a twist, causing the rings to make a brief electric hum. The molecules of the material separated around the ring, leaving a perfect hole for Helga’s use. Joyce could see none of this, of course; her belly was still in the hammock, slowly growing larger, and her view of her own feet had been blocked weeks ago.

Using a quick twisting motion, Helga slid the hole towards the main bulk of Joyce’s body, getting down on her own back so she could get under the huge woman. Once the hole was under Joyce’s buttocks and Joyce could feel Helga’s fingers pinch the cellulite down there, she brought out the brush and began the long process of washing Joyce’s vast backside and back.

Helga made the material transparent again so she could see what she was doing. This was the hardest part of the job. The brush only fit through the hole with some difficulty, and then it was a job of carefully poking and prodding with the pole until Joyce’s fat gave the slightest bit, enough so that Helga could actually push the brush along and wash. The sheer weight of Joyce threatened to snap the plastic and metal handle of the brush like a toothpick. Helga finally ditched that and decided to use her own hand and a rag.

Joyce was miserably getting stuffed by the relentless feed bag, but she would have taken pleasure at seeing how much difficulty Helga was having below her. The ring was moved to her left cheek, a hemispherical globe of butt flesh poking through it like the top of a muffin. Then Helga had to take a wet and soapy rag and squeeze her hand through the soft but weighty mass and then reach around and try to wash just a small portion of Joyce’s massive ass. Despite the fact that Helga’s arm was in past the elbow she could only effectively wash a small portion at a time; a half ton of weight pressed down on her cyborg arm, and more than once she worried that she actually got stuck. If not for the way she was feeding Joyce she would have done the much easier thing which would be to lower her to the floor and then slowly roll her onto her stomach. But with the huge amount of paste in her threatening to make her belly burst, she couldn’t put that kind of pressure on her.

Between washing and the very slow process of rinsing (which involved moving the hole a few inches and shoving the hose into it and spraying a few seconds) Helga spent more than two hours washing Joyce’s back and ass. She was actually tired when she finished. She came out from underneath Joyce looking like she had just done a triathlon. She was soaked and covered in soap, her hair was a mess and her makeup gone, but Joyce was clean. She’d have to clean her again in two days, but would likely be able to do it a lot easier.

Joyce was basically out of it by then. The bag was two-thirds empty and her stomach was absolutely packed with the stuff, but still more was being forced in. Her stomach was trying in vain to digest the mass of gunk in it, and was actually red and shuddering, but holding. Helga did a careful examination of it, giving it gentle pokes and testing for any dangerous stress, but as she thought, the stomach was stretching and accommodating the huge amount of paste. Helga took her shower right next to Joyce, using the soap and one of the hoses to get herself clean before putting on a clean nurse’s outfit.

Once she was dressed she hooked herself up to the harness again to check on Joyce. Joyce was breathing in short pants and her hair was wet again with sweat. Helga gently felt her jaw line to examine her pulse and carefully opened one of Joyce’s eyes. Her eyes had rolled back in her head as she had passed out from the strain. Helga nodded and removed the flavor collar she had put on her at the start; no sense in keeping it on, she wasn’t tasting anything. She pulled out an air-syringe and pressed it against Joyce’s tubular neck, injecting a dose of pain reliever into Joyce. The strain on her face eased somewhat as Joyce fell deeper asleep. She wouldn’t have to be awake the rest of the time.

Helga never left Joyce’s side for the next day and a half. She kept the syringe of the enzymes in hand the entire time, ready to plunge it into Joyce’s belly and deliver the fast-acting chemicals which would digest the stuff if Joyce was in danger. The only time she was away from Joyce was when she changed the feedbag, putting the fourth and final one on late that night. She didn’t wait between bags; as soon as the third was empty she set up the fourth, as she intended on keeping the pressure up. The process was as slow as a dripping faucet gradually filling up a bath tub. It was hours before the fourth bag even looked like it was losing any of its contents. Joyce’s belly had swelled to enormous proportions; even Helga was amazed. It had to be more than four feet around easily. It was red and shining from the strain, but it was holding. Helga made sure Joyce stayed unconscious, the sight of her own stomach would only panic her and she would no doubt be in a lot of pain.

All Monday Helga stayed by her fattened and swollen charge, the feedbag deflating by drops at a time. She would occasionally mop the sweat off of Joyce’s brow or gingerly touch the belly that was near exploding from the pressure inside it, but Joyce was holding tough. By Monday evening the bag had less than a quarter left and Helga knew Joyce would make it. She had been making sure that the cameras caught all the action; Carlos would want to see this, and they could probably sell the footage if they wanted to. It was 4AM Tuesday morning that the bag finally emptied. Joyce was holding four entire bags of indigestible paste inside her vast belly, which was filled up to absolute maximum size now. Not so much as a drop more could likely fit in her at this point. From the top of her throat down to the entrance of her intestines was the packed gunk.

Helga moved around Joyce now as if she were a living bomb, making no sudden movements, trying not to even touch her as she unhooked the last bag. She let Joyce wait for another three hours, packed to the gills before she used the air-syringe and injected her with the enzymes. Since her stomach was holding, Helga decided to take the slow route rather than the emergency way by injecting the enzymes right into her stomach. She’d be able to gradually digest the contents in just a bit. Helga walked around her, just amazed at her capacity. She clinically knew that Joyce could hold this all, but to actually see it was something else. After about an hour the redness of Joyce’s belly faded just a bit, and Helga could tell Joyce’s temperature was rising as her body was finally able to start digesting the food that had been in it for two days now.

Joyce was still mercifully asleep through this, dreaming of nothing and only vaguely feeling the immense pressure. Despite the fact that she was starting to digest the stuff now, it would be awhile before the pressure was gone. Her stomach went into overdrive now that it could dissolve the stuff packed into it. The hardened paste softened quickly and began to dissolve and get processed into fat. Ironically it didn’t have much calories; its purpose was to fill her belly, not fill her out.

By ten o’clock Helga gave Joyce another dose of the enzymes as well as something that would start waking her up. Joyce’s belly was much reduced in size, possibly half empty of the stuff, no doubt quite a relief for her. Joyce groggily came to almost an hour later, waking up as Helga was carefully placing Joyce’s stomach back onto her lap and out of the hammock it had been in since she washed her. Joyce’s belly was slack now from the lessened pressure and was pooling on her body and the hammock like a deflated weather balloon. Joyce made a low grunt and moan to indicate to Helga she was awake. Helga knew already, she could hear the elevated heart rate and breathing.

“Morning sunshine!” she said as she popped into view, suspended from her harness. “You did it sweety! All four bags! I’m so proud!” Helga said and actually kissed Joyce on the cheek with genuine affection. “Let’s get this out of you, you must be thirsty,” she said as she peeled Joyce’s lips back and sprayed a release agent into Joyce’s mouth to undo the bio-adhesive that had held her jaws shut for the past two days. Helga sprayed some anesthetic in there also, because once the glue released and Joyce was able to open her mouth again, her jaw would likely be stiff and sore. She slowly slid the mouth piece out and then drew out the long tube that was down her throat as well. Joyce was grateful for the treatment, she hadn’t been tube fed like that in awhile. Helga sprayed a few mouthfuls of water into Joyce’s slightly slack jowls, which eased the dry discomfort in her throat that the tube left.

“Well, you just relax, sweety. You have a big night tonight. You’ll have plenty of room too. Take a nap, save your energy.”

Joyce tried to say something, but the anesthetic in her jaws plus their own inactivity made that impossible. All that came out was unintelligible. She was still tired though, and a nap sounded like a great idea as her eyes slowly closed, this time of their own accord. Helga meanwhile put on a trench coat and headed out after locking the door. Joyce was fine now, and she had to get her new outfit for tonight.

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Well it's getting up there in length, I'm starting to forget some of the things I wrote about so far!

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And now in honor of Fat Tuesday! Enjoy.

Part 5, continued

“Holy crap!”

Joyce was woken up by Tony’s startled exclamation. Opening her eyes Joyce saw that she had been lowered in her suspended bed to nearly eye level with Helga, Jimmy and Tony. Feeling a bit self-conscious and surprised she struggled to try and cover herself a bit. It was a knee-jerk reaction, she couldn’t fully cover herself with a king size bed sheet at this point, and she felt a little silly after a few seconds of struggling to move her flabby arms towards her mammoth breasts.

“Good seeing ya’ kid,” said Jimmy as he came up and patted her shoulder fat. Jimmy and Tony were no doubt amazed at the still growing Joyce, she was almost 900 pounds the last time they saw her and now she had to be more than a thousand pounds. What they were really marveling at though was her stomach, which was even bigger than before, it seemed to be almost an attachment to her; a huge flaccid sack stuck to her torso.

“OK, so Carlos has the place ready?” asked Helga. She had some shopping bags with her and began opening them, pulling out boxes which Joyce hoped were of doughnuts, she was starving!

“Yeah, the old Bingo hall he used to run. People are getting there at maybe 6 or so, we’re thinking of kicking it off at 6:30. It’s 5 now, we gotta get this going.” Said Tony as he adjusted his tie. Jimmy and Tony were both wearing cheap suits instead of jogging suits for a change.

“OK, I’m going to give her hair a quick wash and then we’ll get her dressed. You two wash what you can, the buckets and soap are over there.” Said Helga as she hooked herself up to harness once she put the boxes down.

“Could I have something to eat first, please?” asked Joyce as Helga walked over and then was hoisted into view over Joyce’s head, looking upside down to Joyce.

“You know I wouldn’t refuse you, but we need to save some room for you tonight. But don’t worry, you’ll get plenty.” Said Helga as she pulled down a hose and started wetting Joyce’s hair before adding shampoo.

“Pleeasse! I’m so hungry!” whined Joyce.

“Stop it!” snapped Helga “You know I hate whining!” Helga’s smile faded as she began to vigorously rub and scrub Joyce’s hair. Meanwhile the mooks had taken off their jackets and rolled up their sleeves and began the process of washing what they could reach, eventually taking up the long brushes on poles. Joyce’s ponderous breasts and rolls were prodded and separated so they could get into every crevasse as much as they could. Getting her clean in a hurry was definitely a three person job at this point. Joyce bit her lower lip at Helga’s rebuke and tried not to think about food as she endured their washing with a terribly empty stomach. Soon they were rinsing her off. “We’ll get her back once we start transferring her to the chair.” Helga said as she let herself down and unhooked from the harness. “OK grab that ladder, one of you is going to have to get up there a bit, and I’ll hold her in place.” Jimmy set up a ladder near the suspension bed and waited as Helga manipulated the controls for the bed. Soon the end by Joyce’s feet was lowering while her head was rising more. She was usually in a bit of an inclined position, mostly lying down but her head was raised a bit like a hospital bed. Now her head was rising further and further, like they were going to stand her up.

“AIn’t she gonna slide off?” asked Tony as Joyce’s feet came within a foot of the floor as she was tilted. Joyce was wondering the same thing as she felt gravity pulling on her from a different angle, her breasts and rolls tumbling forward like boulders rolling down a hill; an avalanche of flesh. Helga stopped tilting her and put the control aside.

“Don’t worry, the bed has a high friction surface right now, she’ll hold. OK, Joyce I’m going to lean you forward a bit more, but don’t worry, I have you. Try to give me your hands.” Helga said as she stepped up as close as she could and reached her arms up. She managed to grab Joyce’s left hand before Joyce could really respond.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…”Joyce began as she slowly lifted her right hand.

“And when was the last time I asked what you thought?” said Helga with that cruel smile she sported when teasing Joyce. “Give me your other hand.” The smile was gone; Helga was getting impatient. Joyce raised it some more and with some effort brought it across the vast expanse of her torso. Helga grabbed it and then shifted her grip so she was holding both of Joyce’s wrists. “OK, I’m just going to pull a bit, that will lean you forward. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall, I stopped a car once, I can hold you.” Helga said reassuringly, and it worked. Joyce might not have cared for much about Helga, but she did trust her at this point. Joyce relaxed in her grip and didn’t resist as Helga slowly started pulling on her arms. The bed creaked and groaned, as did Joyce’s joints, but she managed to pull Joyce off the bed just a bit, enough for Jimmy to begin washing her back and ass once Helga gave her the nod. He didn’t screw around and began scrubbing her as fast as he could. From his vantage point she was off the material by only a few inches, but was also balanced rather precariously on the backs of her thighs towards the edge of the bed and it didn’t look too safe. Once he was done scrubbing he did a quick rinse and caught the towel that Tony threw to him. He wiped dry what he could reach and then wrapped a new towel to the pole and dried the rest, starting to breathe heavy at the exertion. Helga was holding her easily, and Joyce couldn’t even see her when she tried to look down. Her own chins prevented much movement and the flabby chest between her breasts completely obscured the cyborg nurse that was holding a half ton of flesh in place.
“OK! She’s good!” said Jimmy as he got down from the ladder. Helga nodded and began to carefully switch Joyce’s weight back to the bed which was a great relief to all in the room. Once she was snuggled back into the bed Helga returned to the boxes.

“Alright, let’s get her dressed, we don’t have much to put on her…well relatively speaking, but it’s going to be a chore.” The three moved out of Joyce’s sight again, heading to what Joyce presumed were the boxes she saw with Helga earlier. “This is going to be an operation, so pay attention and do what I say; I’ve been running simulations on how to do this. If you screw it up we could really hurt her. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.” Said Jimmy, for once he was listening carefully to Helga and not trying to cause trouble.

“Don’t worry about me.” Said Tony.

“OK, first the panties. I need to put another harness on her, that way I won’t have to hold her like I just did, it will take some of the weight off and help her stay upright for a bit. Just hold tight while I get her set up.” Helga came over by the bed again and soon was suspended by Joyce’s head and was pulling down straps and cables. “Joyce, we’ll be standing you up a bit, but most of the weight will be taken up by this. Let me know if it pinches.” Helga was setting up some cables that had another hammock of that material attached between them. There were a pair of these, and as Helga got into position Joyce could see they were meant for each arm. The cables looped onto a straight metal bar that was parallel to the floor and suspended by a hook to a thick cable from the ceiling, to Joyce it kind of looked like a rather elaborate and sinister coat hanger. Helga was lifting Joyce’s meaty left arm and sliding it through the loop, the bed material on her under arm, until it was tucked in right to her arm pit. When Helga let go her arm stayed suspended by the hammock and Helga made some adjustments on the controller which was suspended next to the loop. “Need to adjust the friction a bit, we don’t want your arm sliding out, but we don’t want to tear your skin either. How’s that? Is it pinching?” asked Helga.

Joyce gave her arm an experimental tug. She couldn’t move it well, but it felt like she was having it held up by a bed sheet. “It’s OK I guess.” She finally said. Helga merely nodded and went to the right arm, repeating the process. Soon both of Joyce’s arms were raised at the shoulder, the fat practically enveloping the elaborate harness that was holding them up. Tony and Jimmy were simply marveling at the efficiency of Helga as well as the symphony of rippling flesh that Joyce became as Helga was working. Helga lowered herself again and had the controller for the harness in hand.

“OK Joyce let us know if this hurts, it might not feel great, but you should be fine. We need to raise you up a bit.” Helga pushed a button and the harness started to whine and groan with electric machinery as it slowly retracted upwards. The pressure on Joyce was huge but well supported. It didn’t feel great, just as Helga said, but she seemed OK for now. Slowly the upper half of Joyce was rising from the bed as Helga readjusted it so it was pulling back a bit. If they had to suddenly lower Joyce or the harness broke she’d still land in the bed. “You OK?” asked Helga.

“For now, but hurry please, whatever you’re doing!” gasped Joyce. The hammock was digging into her underarms uncomfortably.

“OK, alright! Let’s move. You guys grab her belly and lift, hurry!” commanded Helga as she ran to the boxes and pulled out an absolutely huge pair of ‘granny panties’. They looked big enough to act as a child’s sleeping bag, but Helga was worried they might not fit too well. Jimmy and Tony looked at each other for a second or two and then shrugged and tried to do what Helga said. Joyce’s belly was loose and flabby from the constant stretching as well as being empty, grabbing it was like trying to hold onto a half filled water balloon.

“OK, I got this side, you grab that side.” Tony said as he got to Joyce’s left. “Jimmy! Jimmy, grab that side, get your arms under!” Jimmy had tried to literally grab her belly with his hands, but only managed to get double handfuls of flab and not move the mass at all. Tony had bent down and gotten both his arms under and was hefting his side with a grunt. Jimmy dropped the flab and looked up to see what Tony meant and then nodded, scooching his arms under also. Soon the two of them had hoisted up Joyce’s massive belly, much to her relief.

“OK good. A little bit higher.” Ordered Helga as she got the panties oriented. “Good. Ok, now hold her like that, I’m going under.” Said Helga as she quickly ducked under the suspended belly to reach Joyce’s dangling and fattened feet. Working as quickly as she could she laced her chubby feet through the leg holes of the panties and brought them up as high as she could. The sheer width of Joyce’s legs, plus the fact that she could no longer close them meant the panties stopped at around where her knees were. Helga popped back into view. “OK, I’ll need you both to go the rest of the way. One second.” Said Helga as she ran to the side of the room to get something.

“Hurry!” Joyce, Jimmy, and Tony all seemed to grunt at the same time, which caused the three of them to exchange quizzical glances. Helga returned with what looked like a low but sturdy coffee table which she placed under Joyce’s suspended belly.

“OK, let her belly down carefully, that should take the weight better.” Said Helga.

“Will it hold?” asked Tony.

“Yeah, it’s reinforced. It could probably hold all of her if it had to. Go ahead.” Tony and Jimmy shrugged their shoulders and began carefully lowering their huge fleshy bag onto the table. Joyce’s belly spread out over the cool surface and held as more and more weight was lowered onto it. The additional support of the table felt a lot better to Joyce, though she still was pretty uncomfortable in the harness. “Good. OK, let me move the bed back and then reach under and grab her panties and pull up.” Helga ordered as she pushed a button on the controller and retracted the bed fully. Now Joyce was partly on her feet, her belly on the table and a good portion of her weight suspended by the harness. She felt better, but even this was a huge exertion for her. “Go!” snapped Helga as the boys took a second or two to admire the suspended Joyce. That seemed to snap them out of it as the simultaneously ducked under her belly and fumbled around looking for the panties that were dangling at Joyce’s knees on her tree trunk legs. With a grunt from them and ‘whoosh’ of air from Joyce they quickly lifted and brought the panties up as high as they could, and then spent a second or two making adjustments so they’d stay in place. The panties barely covered the huge expanse of Joyce’s ass, and with the belly overlap they could only guess at how much coverage they had in the front.

“OK, good. Now let’s get the bra on and get going.” Said Helga as she returned to the packages.

“A bra! You have to be kidding!” shouted Joyce. She couldn’t even conceive of those meat bags of hers fitting into a bra, or the strain on her shoulders of actually wearing one.

Helga was returning with two white pieces of cloth and wire, big enough to hold a child in each cup. “We can’t have you going out in public indecently now can we?” said Helga with a big smile. “Come on, let’s hurry. I’ve got this boys, just be ready when I need you.”

Helga started at the front despite Joyce’s protests and grunts. She first took the left tit and hoisted it up to her shoulder and then took the left cup and plopped it in and then began a vigorous jouncing of the cup and breast, like dumping a bag full of garbage into a can. Soon the cup was snuggly in place on the fatty mammary, the loop for the arm was unattached at the moment and so she fed the straps over and under Joyce’s left arm, between her armpit and the left harness that was holding her up. She repeated the process for the right tit. Joyce was basically wearing half of a huge bra on each breast. Helga stepped back a second and wiped her brow. Both Jimmy and Tony were simply standing there awe-struck at the process. The bra was huge but still inadequate for the job. Joyce’s fatty breasts were overflowing the cups already, and the bra wasn’t even fully closed yet.

“OK, here’s the hard part.” Said Helga as she went back to work. “You guys grab one each and push them together, I’ll hook it up.” Jimmy and Tony moved in and somewhat gingerly at first laid their hands on her huge breasts and lifted and pushed them towards each other, pushing harder and harder as their weight and fleshiness resisted their efforts initially. Joyce was sucking in her breath at the treatment, she hadn’t worn a real bra since this ordeal started, and her breasts were a hell of a lot bigger now. Helga was grabbing the latching on the inner cups of each and was stretching them towards each other now to try and get them hooked together. This was a lot harder than she thought; she had to be careful not to tear the material. She wanted to go with the same stuff that the bed was made of, but Carlos said she spent too much already on it. With a few more seconds of effort she finally got it hooked together, the breasts fat overflowing the top of the bra, and they still hadn’t hooked up the back yet.

“Alright almost done!” said Helga as she stepped back and the boys let go of the huge tits. Joyce shuddered as the weight of her breasts pulled on her again. Helga went around to the back and didn’t waste any time. She simply grabbed the ends of the bra and pulled, trying to cover the more than two feet of back fat between them. Joyce was breathing hard again as her breasts were being hoisted into position by the relentless nurse. It took several tugs and a few more seconds before the latches could even touch. “Hold them up a second!” she shouted to Jimmy and Tony who both sprang into action and grabbed a bloated boob each. A few more agonizing seconds and the bra was hooked into place as Helga stepped back and came around to admire her handiwork.

Joyce hadn’t clothes on since her last photo shoot with that pervert Danny, and she had to say this wasn’t an improvement. Her face was contorted with strain as her back and shoulders were now being forced to carry the tremendous weight of her over filled breasts. The fact that her belly was supported and the harness was also holding her was probably the only thing that prevented her back from giving out. Joyce literally felt like a ton of fat in a half ton bag, every inch of clothed flesh straining to burst out of its confines. Helga and the boys took their time to enjoy the view as Joyce gasped and snorted.

“OK, enough gawking, get the chair, we have a contest to win!” Helga finally said as she clapped her hands.

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Joyce felt a bit like a puppet, dangling uncomfortably from the harness under her arms. Her feet and belly were only taking part of her immense weight, and the stress from the harness combined with the crushing weight of her enormous boobs was almost more than she could bear. An ominous mechanical whirring sound was coming from behind her but Joyce couldn’t turn her head enough to see. Tony was pushing a heavily reinforced type of wheel chair, several times bigger than a normal one. It didn’t have wheels though but two treads on each side of the widened seat, like a tank, and Tony was more guiding than pushing it, the chair was obviously moving more on its own than anything. The seat and back of the chair seemed to also be made of the same material as her bed.

“OK, let’s get it right behind her,” said Helga, as she shifted Joyce a bit to a better angle. After a few seconds Joyce felt something bump her fattened calves and the whirring stopped. “OK, wait, we have to adjust it, it’s not wide enough,” continued Helga as she took hold of the armrests on either side and pulled them apart more. She gave the already wide seat another 8 inches, which was as far as it could go. “Darn it. It’s going to be close. OK let’s put her in. Joyce honey? This will be a bit snug, but it’s your own fault you have such a fat ass!”

Joyce shook her head in exasperation and mumbled "Go to Hell!" something that she knew Helga could hear, who only smiled at the remark. Helga used a remote to start lowering the harness under Joyce’s arms as the mooks helped guide her into the chair. It only took a few seconds to get her in. Once the harness was lowered enough to where it wasn’t supporting her, the boys basically just let her flop into the seat; there was no way they could stop her half ton of fat.

“There! That was easy enough,” remarked Helga as she slid out the harness. Tony and Jimmy were both mopping their foreheads or adjusting their ties and sleeves after the exertion. Joyce meanwhile was struggling to get comfortable, grimacing as she tried to shift her body into a better position. The fat on her hips was pinched a bit, and though she did indeed have a huge ass, more of her weight was in front and it looked like she might just spill out of the chair. Helga helped out by using the chair’s controls to tilt the seat and back of the chair backwards a bit. The extra angle did make it more comfortable and Joyce no longer felt she was just going to tumble forward. “OK, I’m going to get ready, move the truck around so we can load her in."

“Okay,” said Tony.

“I’m getting on ahead to the hall to help out Carlos, you two got this, right?” asked Jimmy.

“Yes, we’re fine,” responded Helga as she took off her top and began putting on her Playboy style nurse’s outfit. “Right Joyce?” she asked as she was buttoning up her skimpy top.

“Just peachy,” pouted Joyce, now that she was finally settled in the chair.

“Okay, see you there. Tony? Drive carefully,” commanded Jimmy as he headed for the door while pulling out his cell phone. Tony followed out the door behind him. After Helga finished getting dressed she picked up a plastic bag and returned to Joyce. A look of dread and surprise crept across Joyce’s bloated face as she wondered what diabolical thing Helga might be bringing.

“Okay, fatty, just a few more things and then you’re ready to go. First…” she said as she balanced the bag on Joyce’s right tit. She reached in and pulled out what looked like a black sticker of the number 8. It turned out to be a sticker, but it was actually a mask that covered the eyes, like the traditional Lone Ranger mask.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” snorted Joyce as Helga peeled off the backing of the sticker on one side and then the other before pressing it into place around her eyes.

“Nope! You’ve got a famous face; want to make sure we protect it. There. It looks darling, the mystery fatty!” Helga declared as she leaned back to admire her work. With the surreal amount of weight Joyce had gained, it was highly unlikely that anyone would recognize her, but the mask made it absolutely impossible.

“This is so stupid! If you’re so concerned about people finding out about me why are you bringing me out? I mean you can’t gag me, I need to eat right? That is the game right?” snapped Joyce. The exertion and her hunger made her annoyed and a bit brave.

Helga gave her one of her evil smiles as she reached into the bag again and pulled out a small silver spray can with no label. “Open,” she simply said. Joyce knew better than to push it when Helga had on that smile and she opened her mouth. Helga leaned forward and sprayed the back of Joyce’s throat with the stuff; it tasted antiseptic, like plain mouthwash. Helga gave it a good coat before putting it back into the bag.

“Now, you were saying?” said Helga as she crossed her arms. Joyce could dimly hear the truck backing into position behind the garage door at the end of the room.

Joyce opened her mouth to make a vague threat about how she could just call for help, but nothing came out. No sound, no words, just her breath. Joyce’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried again harder, a silent scream came from her mouth and nothing more.

“I have an advanced computer system in my skull, sweetie. I’m usually four or five steps ahead of everybody, but I didn’t need that to know it’s best if you don’t talk while we’re out in public. Okay then, I think we’re ready to go,” said Helga as she got behind Joyce and started turning the chair towards the door. At the same time the garage door slid open revealing Tony standing on the edge of the loading dock, the open truck bay right behind him. He was moving a solid steel ramp into position so Helga could move her in.

The sun was starting to set, and there was a cool breeze on her. Joyce had more or less lost track of time, though she did get reports on the news of course. It was late spring now, but she had been outside a total of maybe 3 times, including now, since the whole ordeal began. She wasn’t allowed to savor it as the treads reached the slight incline of the ramp and the mechanical whirring turned into a grinding sound as the treads applied more pressure to make sure the chair would make it into the truck. The result was that the chair moved a bit slower, but was more certain of making it into the truck’s back end. To everyone’s astonishment they saw that Joyce was going to be a tight fit even for a small moving truck. Her hips and arms, which overlapped the chair, missed the sides of the truck by inches, and there was no way she’d be able to turn around once inside.

“I’ll stay with her Tony. Let’s get going,” said Helga as she followed behind Joyce and then turned and closed the door.

“Got it. We’ll be there in 10 minutes,” said Tony, as he headed to the cab.

Helga squoze around Joyce and suddenly plopped onto the last vestiges remaining of Joyce’s lap like she was a little girl, which compared to Joyce, most women were. Joyce gave a muffled ‘whoof!’ at the sudden extra weight, but then regarded Helga in silent anger.

Helga reached up and pinched Joyce’s fatty cheek. “Aww, don’t be sad. This is what we’ve been training you for.” Then Helga’s face became serious. “If it goes according to plan you’re going to have two contests tonight. The first is going to be easy for you. You’ll be going up against a bunch of schlubs from the audience; the first one to eat a dozen hot dogs wins. No way you can lose. I’ll be putting some of that stuff on your arms and jaw before we go in, to make it easier. The second one will be harder. There’ll be some pros in it. We have a plan, but you just do what you do best fatty. We’ve got this easy, Okay?”

Helga paused for some kind of affirmation from Joyce, but she sat there pouting. Helga tugged on a lock of Joyce’s hair. “Okay?” she repeated. Joyce winced from the slight pain and then nodded. “Good, it’s not like you have a choice anyway.” They rode the rest of the way in silence as Helga gave Joyce’s shoulders and jaw an injection with the air-hypo to keep the muscles loose and limber. Finally, the truck slowed down and made a series of tight turns, causing Joyce’s fat boobs and belly to sway and lean alarmingly. Joyce felt a sense of approaching dread as the truck backed up, bumped to a stop, and the engine went silent. Moments later, the sliding door was flung open.

“Okay, let’s go, we’re almost late,” said Jimmy as he was setting up the ramp. The incline was steeper this time, but Joyce only found that out as the chair was backed onto it. The chair tilted back dangerously before it automatically adjusted by tilting forward so Joyce was stable again. The grinding returned at a high intensity as the servos in the treads went into overdrive to keep Joyce’s backward motion slow and safe. Seconds later the chair was on the ground and Joyce was turned around to face the wide doors of the delivery entrance of a bingo hall.

Everyone could smell hot dogs cooking, and they could hear the sounds of a crowd of people inside. They wasted no time and began pushing her into the hall, the wider hallway just barely allowing enough clearance for Joyce and the chair. The hallway led to the serving area of the kitchen, showing a wide open countered window, and then into the Hall itself, which was packed with people in folding chairs making a U with their seating arrangement. They stopped there; Carlos was waiting and he held up his hands for them to stop. In the Hall itself was an announcer who had a mic in his hand and was looking back at the serving counter for a signal.

Back in the kitchen Joyce was on the verge of a meltdown. She had been embarrassed at first when she had started this whole ordeal at her normal weight, getting used to Carlos, Jimmy and Tony seeing her naked as she got fatter. Then it was the photo shoots and videos, but she never really saw her audience. Now she was fatter than ever, fatter than almost anyone she could think of, and she was about to be shown about like a parade balloon, a freak at the circus. Her hands were sweating and her heart was pounding as she grabbed Helga’s arm, pleading silently and shaking her head that she couldn’t go out there. Helga smiled down at her and gave her a slow scolding finger and then turned back to Carlos and gave him a nod. Carlos returned the nod and leaned out of the door and gave the thumbs up to the announcer, who also nodded as he turned the mic on.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we have the last, but certainly not least, contestant in the hot dog eating contestant. She hails from parts unknown, she eats hot dog contestants for breakfast, satellites have reported her as an Unidentified Lying Object, she weighs in at a trim half ton…”

Joyce’s breath was in short pants now as she heard the announcer’s quips, and Helga’s enhanced sense could pick up Joyce’s latent masochistic desires bubbling up inside her like a frenzy of humiliation and lust.

“…the one, the only…Big Bertha!” There was a smattering of applause, but mostly it was people standing up and trying to crane their necks and see Joyce who hadn’t come out of the kitchen yet. Joyce was shaking her head and trying to scream as the chair was pushed forward, she couldn’t go out there! But Helga was at the helm, and there was no stopping her as they pushed through the door. It was wider than a normal door, but she still got her fat pinched a bit as she was forced through.

There were gasps all around as the people got their first glimpse of Joyce in all her glory. These were the first people other than Carlos’ crew to actually see her in the flesh since she was kidnapped. Joyce tried vainly to cover herself but Jimmy and Tony both were flanking her and subtly kept her arms on the armrests. Flashes started going off as people took pictures. None of them had ever seen a woman so fat, so unrealistically huge. Many were sure that this was somehow faked; nothing human could be so big.

Joyce was in a daze as she helplessly turned her head from side to side, trying in vain to escape their stares, their pointing fingers, their looks of both awe and disgust. Tears were rolling down her eyes past the mask as she was headed directly down the middle of the seating, towards the end of the U, where she saw almost 10 people standing in a line there. They looked at her and each other with very uncertain eyes. Behind her, from the kitchen, tables were being set up and platters of hot dogs and cups of water were set on them. The line of contestants split in the middle so she could take her place and Helga turned the chair around so she was facing the kitchen again and the hot dogs.

At the sight her stomach rumbled loud enough to make the other contestants back away from her a bit more. Now mixed in with her shame and lust was the pure unbridled hunger that had been building all day. Ever since she was allowed to digest the stuff earlier, not only was Joyce’s stomach empty, but completely stretched out. Her hunger was pure, uncontrollable, and the next rumble of her stomach could be heard even over the cheers. The hot dogs started to become all that existed in Joyce’s world, the sight of them, their smell, the fact that they were too far away from her! Shame or no shame, she needed to eat now! Now rather than try to cover herself, she was struggling to move forward, to dig into those dogs, anything to calm the fire in her belly. Her weight held her into the chair, but others could see she was eager to go, and they wanted to see what she could do.

“Okay, now that we have our last six entries…” the announcer paused so people could get another laugh at his joke, “we can begin. The rules are simple. Head down to the tables, eat your platter of hot dogs, the first to eat their 12 wins. Okay…woops! Let me get out of the way,” said the announcer as he got off to the side by the tables. “On your marks…get set…EAT!”

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