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Hi, JP here, this is another recent story, the one I wrote before the last one I posted "The Lost Shipment". This story has the largest weight gain I've ever done and I tried to focus quite a bit on the process. Enjoy!
Experiments in Revenge
Four slim and attractive women lay naked and dozing on gurneys inside a large white and clinically sterile room. A moment later a door slid open near them and a person dressed in a baggy and completely sealed environmental suit with a sealed face plate that had a gold tinged screen walked in. No features, not even the sex of this person could be determined as he or she approached the sleeping women and set down a large plastic suitcase and opened it up next to them. It made a slight hiss from released pressure as it did so, revealing an assortment of very high tech biological and technological paraphernalia. The figure started with a scanner and pointed it at each of the unconscious women in turn, storing the results in the scanners memory. It held their weight, a current picture, and some vital information. Their weights were almost exactly the same, a few pounds difference here and there at most, but averaging out to 120 pounds. All the women obviously dieted and exercised regularly to keep their bodies toned and light.
Once that was done, the figure took out a slim white case and popped it open. In it was a pile of what looked like bandages neatly stacked. The person took one out and peeled a safety strip off of it with some difficulty due to the gloves and then applied the adhesive pad directly to the first womans chest between her small breasts. The figure repeated the procedure with the other three before returning the pads to the case and recovering something else. This one was labeled in a variety of warning signs in several languages, but the message was that these were highly dangerous Nanites, and very likely the reason why the figure wore such an enclosed suit, and handled the container with such care. The figure went to the first woman and turned the canister over and carefully placed it in the center of the pad on her chest. The figure gave the container a twist at the base, causing it to hiss and depositing a measured dose of microscopic machines into the sleeping woman. The nanites were already changing her, following a program that had been set up for her. The primary purpose of nanites was for medical reasons; your standard nanites could keep a person alive possibly forever, preventing aging, disease, poisons, injury and most other things that tend to kill people. But nanites could also make significant changes in a person, changes nature didnt typically allow, which was part of the reason their use was so restricted. Judging by the labels on the container, these nanites were not merely the benign and medical kind.
The process was repeated on each of the women, and after an amount of time determined by a beeping sound that came from the figures watch, the pads were peeled off one by one, and the figure took one of the gurneys and pushed the sleeping occupant towards a strange array of equipment and apparati.
Joan woke up groggily, her head feeling strange and heavy, and she seemed to be having trouble moving. Here eyes were opening slowly, like they were gummed shut, and when she tried swallowing she felt something in her mouth. Panic slowly started to rise in her and she tried harder to open her eyes and move, but she only managed to accomplish the former. The room was too bright at first for her to see anything other than white walls and bright lights. She definitely couldnt move though, but sensation was returning to her body, she knew she was tied or secured some how. Blinking and straining, her vision began to clear and she almost wished it hadnt.
She seemed to be sitting on some kind of platform, and she felt a pole at her back which was what she was tied to, with bands across her chest above her breasts and another band at her waist. The bands pinned her arms to her side also, not tightly, but she could tell as she was coming around that there was no way she could get out. Her legs were splayed flat out in front of her and strapped down at the thigh and calf. The worst was that she had a large clear tube in her mouth, and actually down her throat, crossing her eyes to look at it she could see there was a second much smaller tube that was stuck to it, perhaps a breathing tube. She started to look around and see what else was going on and finally became aware of the other women in the same predicament.
She didnt know any of them, but they were all tied up in a similar way. Directly across from her was an almost mirror image of her, at least in size and body shape. She had chocolaty brown skin, straightened shoulder length hair, and small athletic breasts much like her own. Joans skin was pale white and she kept her blond hair short and a touch curly. Taking another look, it seemed that there was a connection between their two platforms, a sturdy beam perhaps, and at the center she could tell was a fulcrum, it was like they were on a teeter-totter, though a bigger one than any shed seen, their own platforms were probably more than teen feet in diameter.
She heard struggles to her side and turned her head and eyes as much as she could to see that there was another woman off to her right and lower down.
Veronica was a slim red headed beauty, trussed up with a tube down her throat like the others. Her pole was flush with the floor, but she could tell the she too was on a platform. Her main view was of the strange see-saw she was facing, and the two women on it. She could see from her vantage point though that underneath each of the platforms was a large clear plastic cylinder, filled with a thick yellow fluid. That in itself wasnt too alarming. But whereas the women on the platform had their tubes going into the ceiling, Veronicas tube was plugged into that plastic cylinder. From her view she could also see that still another woman was tied up like her to the other platformed womans right.
All four of the women struggled futilely for a few seconds; all were completely awake at this point, Lisa, the other woman on the floor, and Janice, the woman at the other end of the see-saw. All desperately wanted to escape, shout, do something, but could barely manage grunts and gurgles and ineffectual squirms. After a few moments, the white walls and ceiling stated to fade and change. They went from opaque whiteness to a reflective mirror shine, further showing the women their helpless captivity, and giving the see-saw women a good look at their partners on the floor. With the change in the walls they sensed that something was going to happen soon, and they werent disappointed (only terrified).
Hi, JP here, this is another recent story, the one I wrote before the last one I posted "The Lost Shipment". This story has the largest weight gain I've ever done and I tried to focus quite a bit on the process. Enjoy!
Experiments in Revenge
Four slim and attractive women lay naked and dozing on gurneys inside a large white and clinically sterile room. A moment later a door slid open near them and a person dressed in a baggy and completely sealed environmental suit with a sealed face plate that had a gold tinged screen walked in. No features, not even the sex of this person could be determined as he or she approached the sleeping women and set down a large plastic suitcase and opened it up next to them. It made a slight hiss from released pressure as it did so, revealing an assortment of very high tech biological and technological paraphernalia. The figure started with a scanner and pointed it at each of the unconscious women in turn, storing the results in the scanners memory. It held their weight, a current picture, and some vital information. Their weights were almost exactly the same, a few pounds difference here and there at most, but averaging out to 120 pounds. All the women obviously dieted and exercised regularly to keep their bodies toned and light.
Once that was done, the figure took out a slim white case and popped it open. In it was a pile of what looked like bandages neatly stacked. The person took one out and peeled a safety strip off of it with some difficulty due to the gloves and then applied the adhesive pad directly to the first womans chest between her small breasts. The figure repeated the procedure with the other three before returning the pads to the case and recovering something else. This one was labeled in a variety of warning signs in several languages, but the message was that these were highly dangerous Nanites, and very likely the reason why the figure wore such an enclosed suit, and handled the container with such care. The figure went to the first woman and turned the canister over and carefully placed it in the center of the pad on her chest. The figure gave the container a twist at the base, causing it to hiss and depositing a measured dose of microscopic machines into the sleeping woman. The nanites were already changing her, following a program that had been set up for her. The primary purpose of nanites was for medical reasons; your standard nanites could keep a person alive possibly forever, preventing aging, disease, poisons, injury and most other things that tend to kill people. But nanites could also make significant changes in a person, changes nature didnt typically allow, which was part of the reason their use was so restricted. Judging by the labels on the container, these nanites were not merely the benign and medical kind.
The process was repeated on each of the women, and after an amount of time determined by a beeping sound that came from the figures watch, the pads were peeled off one by one, and the figure took one of the gurneys and pushed the sleeping occupant towards a strange array of equipment and apparati.
Joan woke up groggily, her head feeling strange and heavy, and she seemed to be having trouble moving. Here eyes were opening slowly, like they were gummed shut, and when she tried swallowing she felt something in her mouth. Panic slowly started to rise in her and she tried harder to open her eyes and move, but she only managed to accomplish the former. The room was too bright at first for her to see anything other than white walls and bright lights. She definitely couldnt move though, but sensation was returning to her body, she knew she was tied or secured some how. Blinking and straining, her vision began to clear and she almost wished it hadnt.
She seemed to be sitting on some kind of platform, and she felt a pole at her back which was what she was tied to, with bands across her chest above her breasts and another band at her waist. The bands pinned her arms to her side also, not tightly, but she could tell as she was coming around that there was no way she could get out. Her legs were splayed flat out in front of her and strapped down at the thigh and calf. The worst was that she had a large clear tube in her mouth, and actually down her throat, crossing her eyes to look at it she could see there was a second much smaller tube that was stuck to it, perhaps a breathing tube. She started to look around and see what else was going on and finally became aware of the other women in the same predicament.
She didnt know any of them, but they were all tied up in a similar way. Directly across from her was an almost mirror image of her, at least in size and body shape. She had chocolaty brown skin, straightened shoulder length hair, and small athletic breasts much like her own. Joans skin was pale white and she kept her blond hair short and a touch curly. Taking another look, it seemed that there was a connection between their two platforms, a sturdy beam perhaps, and at the center she could tell was a fulcrum, it was like they were on a teeter-totter, though a bigger one than any shed seen, their own platforms were probably more than teen feet in diameter.
She heard struggles to her side and turned her head and eyes as much as she could to see that there was another woman off to her right and lower down.
Veronica was a slim red headed beauty, trussed up with a tube down her throat like the others. Her pole was flush with the floor, but she could tell the she too was on a platform. Her main view was of the strange see-saw she was facing, and the two women on it. She could see from her vantage point though that underneath each of the platforms was a large clear plastic cylinder, filled with a thick yellow fluid. That in itself wasnt too alarming. But whereas the women on the platform had their tubes going into the ceiling, Veronicas tube was plugged into that plastic cylinder. From her view she could also see that still another woman was tied up like her to the other platformed womans right.
All four of the women struggled futilely for a few seconds; all were completely awake at this point, Lisa, the other woman on the floor, and Janice, the woman at the other end of the see-saw. All desperately wanted to escape, shout, do something, but could barely manage grunts and gurgles and ineffectual squirms. After a few moments, the white walls and ceiling stated to fade and change. They went from opaque whiteness to a reflective mirror shine, further showing the women their helpless captivity, and giving the see-saw women a good look at their partners on the floor. With the change in the walls they sensed that something was going to happen soon, and they werent disappointed (only terrified).
