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After Joyce showered with Jimmy's help, for which she was grateful, she spent the rest of the day lounging in bed. She was given a snack of two dozen doughnuts while Jimmy went out to get her the beef and pork sandwiches that she grazed on the rest of the day. The next day was back to the fast food of huge fatty burgers and ice cream shakes, eating from the time she got up until around midnight when she could finally sleep after one last stuffing. On Friday, the rhythm was altered a bit as both Jimmy and Tony arrived.

"Get up sleepy, I got some breakfast for ya, but you need to eat it in the shower. We're getting you a new a bed, it's bigger and more adjustable. You're gettin' too big for this one." said Tony. Jimmy had a large bag of more MacGrease food breakfast sandwiches, which he laid on the table to go and help Joyce out of bed. She wasn't strapped in, they realized that with her own weight plus the locked door, she wasn't going anywhere, and the only resistance she typically offered was her smart mouth.

"Come on honey, let's go, they're gonna be here any minute." said Jimmy as he put the arm rests down on the bed and then wrapped one of her arms over his shoulder so he could help hoist her to a sitting position, then standing out of the bed. Joyce was still sleepy, as well as hungry, but she made no protest as she walked with Jimmy's help. Walking was getting harder for her, her ever increasing weight and lack of exercise were going to immobilize her soon, and she'd been thinking of that a lot lately as she made half-hearted plans of escape. Jimmy grabbed the bag of food as he passed and escorted her into the shower room and went in with her, locking the door behind them. Jimmy sat her on the bench and handed her the first of many sandwiches.

"Here, stay busy eatin' these. We got people switchin' your bed, and...you might get the very dumb idea of callin' for help or somethin'. That'd be bad. All that'd do is get those college kids we hired killed, and then Carlos would be real unhappy with you. So let's be smart just keep eatin', when they're done you can shower up and get back to work huh?" Jimmy said as he sat on the corner of the bench, Joyce taking up most of the rest of it. Joyce nodded sadly, her eyes misting with tears as she quietly munched on the sausage egg and cheese sandwich. Jimmy brought out a quart of whole milk for her to drink also, and sat quietly also, listening for the bed movers.

Joyce took the opportunity to examine herself in the mirror. Now that they weren't using the breast cream again, she was back to putting on weight the old fashioned way. She figured she was gaining almost ten pounds or more a day, she had to be in order to meet Carlos's crazy demands. She weighed 304 on Wednesday, so if she were on track she had to be close to 320 by now. She noticed that she was usually fed a bit more from Sunday through Wednesday, especially with late night and all night feedings.

Her breasts had set into an enormous pair of swollen sausages on her torso. They were long enough to reach her just above her hips, but were wider around than most people's thighs. What struck her as unusual was how the nipples turned up at the ends, giving them just a touch of surreal perkiness. As for the rest of her, she was growing wider in the waist and hips now, her belly dividing into a large four section mass of rolls, with a line down the center of her stomach making a cross of bulging belly fat. Her belly drooped onto her lap, resting on her thighs and often mashed a bit by her breasts depending on how she sat. Her thighs were dimpled and thicker as were her arms, and her biceps were starting to get the 'curtain flap' of drooping flab. Her face was getting pudgier as well, but Joyce had to admit, she felt that the fullness enhanced her a bit. She had a cherubic cuteness to what she thought as a classically pretty Greek face. She needed to do something with her hair mainly. She sighed heavily, ever conscious of the enormous weight of her pendulous breasts as she ate her breakfast in silence.

Jimmy kept an eye on her and on the door, listening carefully for anyone to come, the main thing they heard was Tony stripping the bed and making sure there was nothing on it that had evidence. The bedding was headed for an incinerator later today, and the bed itself was being sent to a hospital that the doctor worked at. Soon they heard voices approaching, but Joyce had no idea what lay beyond the doors of her room. Once outside her room there was a hallway and across from her door was the shower, but to her right was a bare wall and to her left was always a closed door, which she assumed was either a hallway, or maybe it even went directly outside. It was always closed and locked she never knew what was beyond it. Her world had been reduced to a prison bedroom and a shower, plus tons of food.

"OK boys, the bed's ready, haul it to the truck outside." came Tony's voice. Jimmy held his finger to his lips for quiet and gave Joyce a dangerous 'Don't do anything stupid' look. The voices faded, along with the sound of a heavy object rolling out the door and down a hall it sounded like. Minutes later as she kept chewing quietly, she heard that rolling sound return, along with the idle chatter of young college boys, and he bump of something large being maneuvered into her room.

"OK sir, it just has to be assembled. Otherwise you're all set." came a voice.

"Alright good job boys. Here ya' go, go have some fun." came Tony's voice, and then the sound of a large box being opened.

"Thanks!" came a pair of voices, and then the sound of echoing footsteps as the two voices exclaimed some awe over the size of the tip they got, likely not realizing just who they were working for. A few moments later Jimmy got up and gave Joyce the 'quiet' sign again and he opened the door and went out. Joyce heard him walking a few steps out, and then the outer door closing and locking and Jimmy going back to her room.

"Wow, that's big." came Jimmy's voice.

"Yeah, no kidding. Have Princess wait in there, she can clean up when she's done eating. Let's set this up." said Tony. Jimmy appeared moments later in the shower room, he was rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the top button on his collar.

"Hear that? Stay here and finish up, take a shower when you're done, the bed should be ready then." Joyce nodded again as she finished her sixth sandwich, and still had room for several more. It took her about an hour more to finish the food, with one extended break to let it digest before starting up again, and then took a shower and put on the new pair of 'granny panties' left for her and headed back to her room tentatively.

Jimmy and Tony were just finishing putting the last of the styrofoam and plastic shipping materials in a huge box while her new bed awaited. It was easily twice as wide as the previous one, a king size plus bed, with armrest frames that could be adjusted from the edge of the bed to the center. The frame also sported a large tray with a descending bar from under the center of it, which would prevent her from scooting under it. That was overkill she thought, she wouldn't be able to scoot anywhere any more. The bed was on a large set of hydraulics which could raise the bed to waist height, or lower it til it was just above the floor, as well as raise and lower the ends of it for comfort and seating. The remote was attached to the armrest frames, and she could see it also had the criss cross seatbelt restraints as before. New bedding was put on it, and she had to admit, it looked comfortable.

"OK your highness, into bed. We gotta catch up on lost time." said Tony as he threw away the last of the garbage and mopped his brow. "Let's get the pizzas going Jimmy, they should be ready for pick up." he said. Jimmy took out his car keys and headed for the door.
 

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Once Joyce was in bed Tony didn't bother strapping her in, but took the time to show her the remote control functions. The bed was very soft and comfortable and almost every part of it could be adjusted, which was nice.

"See? We thought of everything. When Jimmy gets back, he'll stick around and make sure you got plenty to eat. Tomorrow Carlos has got somethin' special planned." said Tony as he switched on the TV.

Joyce groaned quietly at that, which brought a slight smile to Tony as he went through the channels. Pizza and breadsticks were the order for the rest of the day, they weren't messing around. They got four large pizzas and weren't interested in making separate trips, so the later ones were going to be cold. She managed to eat them all pretty well, finally finishing after 2 that night, going to sleep dreading what Carlos had in mind.

The next morning they came in bright and early with a third person, initially she thought it was the doctor again, for it was a slight man, and not very tall, but this was someone else. He looked a bit nerdy with unkept hair, and he had an excited look in his eye as he spied the naked and fattened Joyce. In his hand he had some kind of plastic device, which he now waved around a bit as if he was reading off it, and around his neck he had a pretty sophisticated looking digital camera. Joyce tried to cover her vast breasts as much as she could, the bed had no blankets or sheets but mainly managed to look a bit ridiculous for the attempt.

"OK, we need to work on the lighting, and we should put a neutral background behind her, I have some curtains we can use. Wow! She's big though. How long have you been at it?" said the man who had a rather nasally voice.

"I think It'll be a month this week that we started feedin' her. It took some time for all the operations though. She's put on a bunch." said Tony, admiring his work.

"Well she's perfect. Carlos already gave me the pictures and moving shots he had and we'll get a couple today also." he said as he walked to a corner looking up and down from the device in his hand.

"Hear that? Carlos is gonna finally start makin' some money off you!" said Jimmy as he put down a small duffel bag onto the table. "I was kinda worried about the whole thing initially, takin' pictures doesn't seem like a good idea, but you ain't much of an example to anyone if only three or four people know about it. So we gotta get some pictures for Carlos's special photo album, but brainiac here says we can make a fortune puttin' you on the web!"

"OK Princess, we got some make up and stuff, we want you to shower up and get pretty and then we're gonna take some pictures. We got some food also. So let's get going'. Carlos said you still gotta put on all the weight." said Tony.

"Um...what do I get out of this?" asked Joyce, which to her seemed to be the most obvious question. The silence that followed was deafening, it was like she had just dropped an expensive vase or something. Jimmy cleared his throat and looked at Tony. The camera man looked around nervously, and finally Tony nodded to both of them and gave them a look that said he had this handled.

"Jimmy, why don't you help our friend here get his equipment. I'm gonna...motivate our camera shy model here." he said as he loosened his collar.

"Yeah. Alright come on let's get that stuff outta there." then he leaned in and whispered "It's better that you don't see this." and he guided him out of the room. Joyce was trying to shrink into the bed but there was nowhere to go as Tony approached ominously and pulled a chair next to her bed.

"One of the biggest problems about the situation we got, is that you get too familiar with us, start thinking we're friends or somethin'. And don't get me wrong, I like you kid, I do. But you keep givin' us that mouth, you keep forgettin' why you're here." began Tony.

"I'm sorry! I just..." Joyce was cut off as Tony held up one finger from his massive and gnarled hand.

"Shut it. It's my turn. You thought you could make a deal or somethin' right? That your job is just to get fat, anything else is negotiable. It ain't. You're here to do what we say, we just happen to say most of the time to keep eatin'. The other day with Carlos, you were able to deal a bit, 'cause Carlos was in a good mood. But you're forgettin' two things. One, I ain't Carlos, he's the one that makes the deals, I got no power to make a deal like that. And two, I ain't Carlos. Carlos likes to come up with the creative stuff to get people movin'. I ain't that smart.

"So in this situation, I can offer you deals too. But the only thing I got to offer is what I won't do to you. For example. If you do this camera shoot, and do a good job, I won't take a phone book and whack you upside your head a few times. If you do this, I probably won't stand you up by yanking up the hair on the back of your head. If you do this, I definitely won't beat you on the belly with a sock full of oranges. Get me?" said Tony as he leaned in on each threat. Joyce shrank more into the bed trying to stifle her cries.

"Alright, so I think you see what's in it for you right?" concluded Tony as Jimmy and the other man returned with hand fulls of equipment.

Joyce nodded, wiping at her tears.

"OK, let me help you up. Get showered and put on the make up, Dan here will help with that, make sure you got it right." Tony said as he hit the remote to lower the bed.

As the bed lowered he raised the head of the bed causing Joyce to sit up and tilted the other side, causing Joyce's fat body to more easily be moved into position. With that both Tony and Jimmy helped stand her up and walked her to the bathroom. The man, Dan, took the cosmetic bag and followed and just stayed in the doorway of the shower while Joyce got to work cleaning herself.

"Here let me help." offered Dan as he took the shower wand and helped her scrub and rinse her harder to reach areas. Joyce almost didn't care that she was naked like this in front of a complete stranger.

"It's not so bad. You're beautiful! You really are. There are millions of beautiful skinny girls out there, but you're going to be so much more than them...sorry." he said after he realized the lame pun he made. Joyce sighed heavily as she started to shampoo her hair.

Once done she dried off and Dan took care of her hair, brushing it out and drying it and offering make up instructions. "We want big eyelashes, and a decent amount of blush on the cheeks."

Jimmy came into the doorway. "So Dan, what's got me worried is that people will recognize her or something." he said as he watched the process.

"Nothing to worry about. For starters, no one will know of her. Even someone that knew Joyce before wouldn't recognize her now. If they did, and asked me questions, I'll show how I took her photo off the missing persons pictures and just morphed it. Plus there are literally thousands of these kind of websites. We're fine. Carlos already grilled me on this, made sure I took into account all the details." said Dan as he applied some hair spray, to poof out Joyce's somewhat curly hair.

"She'd look fabulous as a blonde." he said.

"Yeah." Jimmy agreed. "Hey we're all set up, we put those lighting strips where you wanted."

"OK good, we're almost done here too. Alright Joyce, I'm going to go set up the camera, Jimmy will escort you back in." said Dan as he dried off his hands and put the cosmetics away, then stepped back into the bedroom. Jimmy loomed in the doorway, shaking his head slightly in disapproval.

"You need to smarten up sweetie." was all he said.

"OK, we're ready." came Dan's voice. Jimmy helped Joyce stand and walked her back into the bedroom. A featureless light blue curtain was set up behind her bed, obscuring the wall, and there was a lot more light at the head of the bed and the area around it.

Joyce could see it was coming from strips of luminous tape that had been put on the ceiling. Tony made a loud whistle at Joyce's appearance, she hadn't worn make up since the night she was captured, and it definitely enhanced her appearance.

"Alright sweetie. Drop them panties, you're gettin' bare assed!" crowed Tony with a huge grin. "This might give you a reminder of where you are and who's in charge."

Joyce's eyes bulged in shock.

"C'mon! That's right, you're gettin' a spankin'! Gonna make them rolls dance a bit. Let's go, drop 'em, and the come over by the bed."

Joyce looked to Dan and Jimmy in desperation, but Dan only smiled as he set up his camera, and Jimmy shook his head solemnly, indicating she had no choice. Jimmy helped Joyce remove her panties when it looked like she was in too much shock to comply on her own. Tony took off his rings and jewelry and placed them on the table. Then he attached the bonds to the armrest of the bed.

"Man I wish I could be doin' this." said Jimmy.

"Yeah, well you're the one that had to get the tattoo on your arm." said Tony pointing to the barbed wire heart on Jimmy's left forearm. "Carlos calls tatoos the '11th fingerprint'. Now Danny-boy. Make sure you don't get my face in this."

"Don't worry." said Dan, not looking up from his light meter as he adjusted the camera more. "I can always blur your face if I need to.

"No." snarled Tony. "No blurring. Don't get my face in this! They got programs that can unblur that. Keep the shot no higher than my chest. Besides Princess here is the star." said Tony, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

"Alright!" snapped Dan. "I'll keep your face out. Can we get started?"

"Yeah. C'mere sweetie, I want you to grab the bar." said Tony. Joyce whimpered as she leaned over and grabbed the armrest. She could already feel the strain in her thighs as Tony bound her wrists to the bar.

"OK, Jimmy, stay out of the picture, get back behind me. Let's keep the conversation out. Joyce make as much noise as you want, but don't do anything stupid. I can always edit it out if you try to send a message, and I don't think these guys would like it too much." said Dan as he straightened up and was looking at the video feed on the small monitor from the side of the camera.

"You got it straight." said Jimmy. Joyce's breasts were dangling heavily, and she was already straining and hungry.

"Tony, before you start, get her...um get her...breasts up on the bed for her. It'll look better when they flop out." said Dan.

Tony smiled again as he hefted each breast with a grunt and laid them on the edge of the bed, which gave Joyce a bit of relief, as well as a new flood of color to her cheeks.

"OK, um...action." said Dan.

Joyce closed her eyes in anticipation of what was coming, it seemed like minutes before she felt the first smack on her wide behind. It didn't hurt, more like a hard pat on her right cheek. But the force caused her entire body to roll forward it seemed, a wave of undulating flesh and flab. Joyce let out a sob at that. She could only imagine the leer Tony must have had on his face. The next one came, this time on the left cheek, the one away from the camera. "Concentrate on the right one only." said Dan. "We can't see the other one as well."

The third smack came, and this time it stung a bit and Joyce continued to moan and sob, trying in vain to twist her hips.

"I think you're cryin' too much." said Tony. "You're just embarrassed, I ain't hardly touched you...yet." Then came a quick series of spanks, her fat in a constant fluid motion of jiggles and waves.

"Oh yeah. Now we're gettin' some color." said Dan, referring to the deep blush that Joyce's large right buttock was taking on. Meanwhile Joyce was ready to die again from shame as she tried to stifle her sobs, it seemed the crying was egging him on. It didn't really hurt very much, but like Tony said, the shame was mainly the problem. That and the fact that her right boob was starting to slide off the bed. She wanted to say something, but was ultimately too afraid to, she could only watch with a sense of impending doom as each new spank jarred it a bit more. Finally one more smack sent it flopping off the bed, it literally swung to her thigh and bumped into it with a smack that was almost as loud as the spanks she was receiving. The sudden weight almost dropped her to her knees, if she wasn't bound to the armrest she would have definitely fallen.

"Timber!" laughed Jimmy. "Oh! Look! There goes the other one!" he said, pointing to her left breast which soon followed the right to make a similar performance and sound. Moments later her strength did give out, and she fell to her knees, but not before giving Dan and his camera several tantalizing seconds of her massive dangling boobs jouncing to the rapid fire spanks Tony was giving her right butt cheek.

"And...cut." said Dan as he turned off the camera and gave a little applause, which Jimmy did also. Tony had a broad smile and even took a bow.

"Not you stupid!" laughed Jimmy. "Joyce was the star, she did great!"

"She really did. Great job Joyce."

"Yeah, you did good kid. OK, let's get you back in bed and get some food in you. Come on, dry your eyes." Tony said as he undid her wrists and gave her a handkerchief.

Joyce snuffled into it and dabbed her eyes as Tony and Jimmy helped lift her exhausted and sore body to her feet and then quickly into bed. Once there Jimmy broke out the blender and started putting together one of their massive shakes.

"I wanted to get some eating pics." said Dan as he reworked the camera.

"That's fine, once she's gotten some food in her. She's gotta be starving now, and this will fill her up quick." said Tony as he put the tray in place. Soon enough they had the bowl heaping with the concoction of ice cream, cookie dough, cake frosting and syrup. They put the tube in and gave it to Joyce, who sucked on it eagerly. She was very hungry and eager to get her mind off of what just happened.

"OK, leave the stuff, let's go get some breakfast ourselves, and we can get those shots when we get back." said Tony as he herded them out the door.

When they returned Joyce was nearly finished with the shake, and she could see they had more ice cream.

"Alright, we're going to make this fast. I need to do another shoot in a bit, and then get to work on this footage." said Dan as he set up the camera again. "I like the ice cream, but let's make it a huge sundae or something. And strap her in, that'll look great. Tony you're going to have to feed her."

"Stupid tatoo." muttered Jimmy as he started dumping ice cream into the bowl. Tony only smiled as he strapped Joyce in and tied her wrists to the armrest again. Jimmy made a massive sundae, even topping it with a whole can of whip cream and putting a cherry on top.

"OK Tony, if we're ready, bring the sundae into the shot and onto the tray, I'll just have your hands showing." Tony obliged and carefully set the heaping pile of ice cream and syrup and whip cream onto the tray.

Joyce wasn't hungry, but she wasn't full either, so her response was immediate. She tried leaning forward to eat the sundae with only her face, but was held back by the restraints, she could only grunt ineffectually as she tried in vain.

"Oh that's great!" exclaimed Dan as he watched the monitor. "OK, give her the cherry."

Tony plucked the cherry up by the stem and dangled it just out of reach, Joyce was frantically twisting and snapping to get the fruit.

"Good! Good! OK, give it to her!"

Tony carefully let her have the cherry, mindful to not get bit, and threw the stem away.

"OK, let's start spoonfeeding her. Do it slow, like the cherry."

Tony picked up the large plastic spoon and dipped it into the mass of desert and took a heaping spoonful, then made a swirling motion towards her mouth before she finally got the spoon and began eagerly eating.

"OK that's good! Joyce, can you maybe take your time a bit more?" asked Dan as he could se she already swallowed the whole spoonful.

"No she can't. Eating ain't a voluntary thing for her any more, when she sees food she just eats it." explained Jimmy in a quiet voice.

"Oh. OK, no worries. Tony keep doing what you're doing." said Dan as he watched the monitor.

Tony managed to do several more bites before Joyce slumped back into the bed, unable to eat any more. He even tried to push the spoon into her mouth, but only managed to smear it over her lips and cheeks as Joyce turned her head aside.

"She's full." said Tony, plopping the spoon back into the bowl. Dan was still rolling though.

"Put some more on her face like that. Smear it, then drizzle some on her chest." said Dan. Tony shrugged his shoulders with a smile and picked up the spoon again and smeared a good spoonful onto her face despite Joyce's grunted protests and struggles. He then literally took scoops and plopped them onto her chest and breasts.

"Ooh! That gives me an idea! We'll wait til she's ready again." The three men withdrew by the card table to watch TV while Joyce digested some. In another fifteen minutes Joyce managed to swallow the last that was in her mouth and began desperately licking her face as best she could, like a dog with peanut butter in its mouth, trying to get the smeared food.

"OK she's ready, good, I don't have much time left. OK let's get ready. Tony I want you to take her left tit and dip it into the bowl and let her eat off that." Tony and Jimmy obviously liked the sound of that, but Joyce was less than thrilled as she kept trying to lick off the smeared and melted ice cream.

"We ready?" said Tony as he got into position at the side of the bed.

"Go ahead, and take your time. She gets a great look in her eye when she knows food is coming." said Dan.

With that Tony carefully hoisted Joyce's heavy left breast and cleared it from the tray, even holding it up for the camera like he just caught a prize fish, before unceremoniously plopping it into the bowl. The bowl immediately tipped over and spilled onto the tray and the bed, splashing Joyce with its cold contents. Joyce was more concerned about the cold on her tender breast though, as her nipples immediately hardened. "OK, no give it to her!" said Dan eagerly.

Tony's hands slipped and slid on her slick, syrup and ice cream covered breast, but he finally managed to lift it and turn it into position. Joyce immediately lunged for her own breast, despite the embarrassment, and began to lick and take mouthfuls of the stuff where possible. While she did nibble a bit on her flesh, she never actually bit into herself.

Tony was grunting over holding up the considerable weight as Joyce began to concentrate on the ice cream that accumulated at her nipple, and the pleasure of eating the sweet desert as well as the stimulation on her hard nipple was quite enjoyable. She hated that she felt it, but could not deny it either. Suddenly her breast popped out of her mouth to slam with a meaty thud onto the tray and spill the rest of the bowl. Tony had simply lost his grip on the heavy udder.

Dan and Jimmy laughed at that, and Tony eventually joined in. "OK, that's a wrap I guess. Leave the lighting strips where they are. I'll take the curtain with. Carlos wanted me to get some more sessions at some point, he'll let you know when we're ready."

"OK Danny-boy." said Tony.

"Jimmy, let's get the maid over here. We'll clean her up a bit and put her in the shower when the maid gets here. This bed is stain proof." said Tony as he started wiping off his hands.

"My shirt ain't though." he mumbled as he looked down at his ice cream and chocolate syrup stained shirt.

Meanwhile Joyce looked like the proverbial child with her hand in the cookie jar, sitting back into the bed, her face and upper body covered in ice cream. She wondered if they could see how much she secretly enjoyed being on camera like this, and especially that last scene where she had her own engorged breast in her mouth.
 

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Joyce was helped out of the bed again, it was easier with the way the new bed could be tilted, and her skin and flab made an embarrassing sticking sound as she pulled free form the syrup and ice cream covered bed. They helped her to the shower and let her wash herself while she heard Jimmy make a call and speak in some language she couldn't understand, probably Polish if it was the same maid. She stayed in the shower and cleaned herself and relaxed in the steam as she heard someone arrive and begin cleaning the considerable mess that they had made.

While waiting she contemplated the recent events. One of her goals was to be a model, she'd actually done some amateur work while in college, and in general she did like to be photographed...exposed. Was that it? The exposure? Being the center of attention, even if it was as the 'Fat Lady' with the huge breasts? She didn't want to admit it, but maybe that was what it was. She couldn't deny the excitement mixed with the embarrassment and shame she felt. And even though Carlos and Tony and Jimmy were pigs, she definitely knew they liked to look at her. She tried to think about something else, this train of thought was confusing and frightening her.

Inevitably the room and bed was cleaned and the mooks returned her to bed. She could see that the luminous tape was still in place, but was dimmed so it was providing a slight glow. Tony left once she was settled so he could clean up, and Jimmy went out to get the rest of her food for the day, returning with buckets of fried chicken and biscuits, with plenty of sides, enough to feed a family picnic. He dumped it unceremoniously on the generous sized tray for her before he left without a word.

Joyce was again reminded how these two had other 'jobs' that they needed to take care of, and she didn't want to know at all what they were. She spent the rest of the day and night eating the fried and fatty foods, grateful that there were several wet naps included in the banquet.

The rest of the week was rather sedate. The mooks came and went, very business like, dropping off food and taking out the garbage and letting her shower while the maid returned. Very little talk was made, she wasn't sure why, did she make them mad or something? It was on Tuesday, the night before her weigh-in that she found out.

Tony and Jimmy came in after being away most of the day once they dropped off a bunch of meatball 'sangwiches' as Tony called them. They came in carrying with them a massive cake with three layers, it was like part of a tree stump, covered with what looked like inches of rich chocolate butter-cream frosting. They grunted as they put it on the table, and to Joyce's surprise the men looked a bit sad. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments before Joyce finally spoke up.

"Is...everything OK?" she finally said.

The two mooks looked at each other and then Tony spoke. "This is kind of a goin' away present kid. We ain't gonna be the ones takin' care a' ya' no more. Carlos thinks we did a great job and you did a great job, aside from the sass you took this like a champ. But we got too far behind in doin' the other things we take care of, and the doc wants more professional help takin' care of ya'. So we'll see ya' now and then, but you're gettin' a full time nurse stayin' with ya' tomorrow. She's gonna take care of ya'. So me and Jimmy got us a goodbye cake for you. It's good, you'll like it."

Jimmy actually looked choked up thought Joyce.

"C'mon dummy, serve it up." snapped Tony to Jimmy as he turned away making it look like he was checking his cell phone.

"Yeah...right." said Jimmy as he took the serving knife and carved out a wedge that was about as big as a normal sized cake and put it on Joyce's tray and actually gave her a spoon to eat it with, most of the time they gave her finger food and hardly ever gave her anything more dangerous than a plastic spork.

Joyce wanted to say something, the moment seemed to demand it, but she was actually hungry, and so her hands and mouth went on auto-pilot and began stuffing her face. Jimmy and Tony watched her quietly as she munched her delicious cake, and served her a tall cup of cream to wash it down. The first wedge of cake was enough to make her full, and so she waited with a mouth and throat full of cake as Tony and Jimmy were strangely quiet as they waited.

"<Sniff> I...I gotta go. I gotta do that thing. I'll be here in the morning." he said as he wiped his eye with the back of his hand, and then unexpectedly leaned down and kissed Joyce on the forehead.

"Goodbye sweetie." and he walked out with his hands in his pockets.

Tony grunted at this, and stayed long enough to put the rest of the cake onto her tray.

"Finish this up Princess, don't wanna upset Carlos. G'night kid." he said as he walked out and closed the door. Joyce continued eating the rest of the night in silence and some sadness, as well as dread at what the nurse was going to be like. Tony and Jimmy actually treated her pretty well all things considered. She finished it by 4 in the morning and went off to sugar hazed sleep.

In the morning Jimmy and Tony were there early to help her clean up before Carlos arrived. By now her weight was great enough that walking without help was almost impossible, she could hardly stand upright without help. She showered quickly with their help and they brought her back to her room where she was allowed to flop into the bed which was configured more as a chair now.

Shortly after she got a moment's rest and began to wonder when she'd be given something to eat Carlos arrived, and she could tell he was in a decent mood. His thin lips which were usually a hard set line were curled in a smile that got brighter as he saw that Joyce was still growing at an incredible rate.

"The dum-dums told ya' right? They get all weepy on you? The big softies." said Carlos as Tony and Jimmy both made a point of examining their shoes.

"Yeah, I got more important things for these two professors to do. And the doc said he wanted someone with actual medical experience to keep an eye on you. So I thought I got the perfect person! She was a nurse and a bodyguard for my uncle! Her name's Helga, and she's really been lookin' forward to this. Helga! Come on in. Say hi to Joyce."

At that the door opened again, and the person that Joyce had sensed lurking in the hall came in.

She was tall, almost 6 feet easily. Blond hair, tied back in a bun with a white cap on top, a beautiful but cold Nordic face with blue eyes and full red lips. Her statuesque body was clad in an erotic mock up of a nurse's uniform; the shirt was far too small, and revealed her white lingerie brassiere underneath. The skirt was ridiculously short, stopping just as the thigh officially started, an inch or two above the sheer white stockings that were pulled up her long and shapely legs, and finally wearing insanely tall white stiletto heels. Her ensemble was finished with an official looking medical chart in her hands. When she came in Joyce gasped which brought the slightest of smiles to Nurse Helga's cold red lips.

"Hello my little one." she said in a throaty voice as she walked towards Joyce in a perfect catwalk stride.

"Oh Carlos...she is magnificent! I had no idea this was the same girl from the file!" she said gesturing to the clipboard in her hand.

"All...this in just a few weeks? Beautiful!" she said, encompassing Joyce's vast fat body with her a gesture from her other hand.

"Come let me see you, we're going to stand, yes? And see how much you weigh." Helga laid her medical files down and took Joyce's hands in hers, her grip cold and like steel. Joyce could see that Tony and Jimmy were stepping forward almost protectively, but also to help Joyce out of the bed. But Carlos stopped them with a brief gesture to stay where they were.

"There's no way boss." said Jimmy.

"Watch." said Carlos. Meanwhile Helga was slowly pulling and then relaxing, creating a rocking motion in Joyce, building up momentum it seemed. Helga winked at Joyce and her smile increased.

"And up little one!" she said and gave a seemingly effortless pull and Joyce found herself easily on her feet, completely on the strength of Helga.

"See boys, Helga was worked on by the Doc too. She's got tendons and bones reinforced with titanium, artificial muscle fibers, cybernetic joints and a chemically powered muscular system. In other words, she's stronger than either a' you two mooks. She one time flipped a car and busted down a brickwall to get Uncle George." Carlos paused in his story so he could cross himself and kiss his fingers in memory of his uncle that he had killed a few months ago. The two mooks repeated the gesture, they were the ones that had taken him for his last ride.

"I had her pulled off that assignment to do some other work, and had her on ice til now. But she's perfect, got a degree in medicine, super strong and tough, and she'll get the job done! She's a lot smarter than you two mutts also. OK Helga, let's get her weighed."

Meanwhile Helga was ignoring the mobsters as she casually examined her new charge. Once Joyce was standing she let go of her hands and allowed Joyce to place them on the armrest behind her for support. Helga devoured her with those cold blue eyes, finally reaching down to grasp Joyce's massive left breast with her right hand, cupping the nipple completely and squeezing with some force.

She had not the slightest trouble in hefting up the breast she palmed like a basketball, she lifted it up and down a few times, as if testing the weight. Helga's other hand went to Joyce's ever expanding waist, and grabbed a large roll of fat with surprising tenderness, just pinching a handful. Joyce turned her face away in shame, only to have Helga stop the belly pinching to place her hand underneath Joyce's chin, and gently but firmly turn her back to look at her.

Helga's smile became a bit more playfully evil as she bobbled her enlarged tit with one hand and her other stayed under Joyce's chin as tears rolled silently down Joyce's cheeks. Helga brushed one aside and then made a 'no-no' gesture with her hand and reached down to play with that roll of fat again. Joyce got the message, she was to stop crying and not look away during this exam.

Carlos finished telling his story while Joyce was getting felt up by her new nurse.

"OK Helga let's get her weighed."

Helga smiled again, gently letting go of the breast and fat roll, and leaning in to a give a soft kiss on Joyce's plump cheek. She then took one of her arms and stooped down so she could put it over her shoulders and help Joyce walk to the scale in front of the mirror. The numbers flashed on the TV screen because there was no way for Joyce to see past her stomach and read it. They stopped at 382, again easily making the minimum.

Joyce was more busy looking at her body. She was extremely fat now, her torso a wide barrel shape with a low hanging belly drooping with fatty rolls. Her face was wide and full, with two extra chins making her neck look a bit like an inner tube. The flabby curtains on her upper arms now hung past her elbows a bit when she laid her arms down. Her hips were wider than her sloping shoulders and she could tell that her ass must have been huge and full. Her drooping belly completely obscured her pubis, and her legs tapered considerably at the knees down to her toes. Her skin was soft and mostly smooth, with no cellulite and no stretch marks, just very pale after weeks of not being in the sun. Finally her massive breasts looked almost normal now on the body she had developed. They were both long and fat ending just above where her hips would be if they weren't covered by her sagging belly. The nipples still managed to keep the slight upturn which made them seem just a bit perky. The clapping of everyone around her woke her out of her trance.

"Way to go, way to go." said Carlos as he kept clapping. "Alright I wanna see her eat, I ain't watched that in awhile. Helga, show these dummies how it's done."

Helga smiled some more and then carefully and tenderly led her fattened charge back to bed, where she helped her get comfortable before strapping her in. Tony and Jimmy meanwhile went to get the food and returned with styrofoam cartons of breakfast entrees, still steaming with their contents.

"Alright my little one, you must eat it all yes?" said Helga, her accent seeming to get stronger and a bit more ominous to Joyce. Helga opened the first package which contained a huge omelet and bacon. She let Joyce dig in with a spoon which she was thankful for; she was hungry and the food would take her mind off of recent events. Soon she was finished and her meal was replaced with another, this time a high stack of pancakes and sausages, and a tall glass of cream.

Joyce was slowing down a bit now that the first raging hunger had been fed, but to any normal person she was still maintaining a record breaking pace. The pancakes were inhaled in short order, leaving Joyce mostly full as Helga put the third meal down, a heaping pile of scrambled eggs smothered in cheese and garnished with bits of meat and vegetables.

Joyce dug in again, knowing she wouldn't finish it without taking a break. She managed to finish a decent amount before she felt the familiar feeling of fullness when the food reached the back of her throat. She still had more than half the eggs left though.

"Yeah she really showed us." Jimmy finally said. Carlos gave a sly grin as Helga stood and went out the door to return with a medical bag she had left outside the room. She set it on the table and opened it up, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, and then taking out a slender chrome rod, rounded at both ends. It looked almost like a club, and Joyce wondered for a moment if she was going to try to beat her to make her eat more!

Then Helga pulled out a bottle of vegetable oil and smeared a good amount up and down the rod, making sure it was well covered. She approached Joyce ominously with the gleaming rod. Joyce tried to move, but she was too full, too fat and also strapped in. Helga was standing beside the bed and grabbed Joyce by the face, her fingers and thumb on either cheek, keeping her mouth forced open with gentle but firm pressure. She then began to carefully guide the end of the rod into her mouth and past her teeth as she tilted her head back so her throat was straightened out. Soon enough the rod had reached the mass of unswallowed food at the back of her throat and began to push it down. Joyce's arms flew up to try and stop it but it was no use.

"Strap her arms down!" commanded Helga to Tony and Jimmy.

"You're hurting her!" Jimmy protested as he and Tony stood there indecisively.

"Now!" she snapped as Joyce's arms flailed weakly at her. Tony and Jimmy reluctantly went to either side of the bed and took hold of an arm and strapped it to the armrest, preventing any more struggling from Joyce. Once that was done Helga continued forcing the rod down Joyce's throat, pushing down the chewed eggs, packing her stomach more than she ever imagined was possible. When the rod's end could barely be seen protruding from Joyce's gaping mouth Helga paused.

"She has no gag reflex, and she cannot choke because she breathes through the tubes installed in her nostrils. This doesn't hurt her at all, though..."

Helga paused as she looked at the sight of Joyce who was desperately huffing air through her nostrils as she was turned into a forced sword-swallower. "...I doubt it is comfortable. But her stomach will stretch if you force it. And that is what we must do. Now we have more room." she said as she carefully withdrew the rod, which was mostly clean of any food debris.

Helga then proceeded to spoon feed Joyce more of the eggs, and Joyce despite how full she felt found herself forced to comply. Soon enough, after eating maybe half of what was left, she was full to the gills again, and again found herself being forced to swallow nearly 18 inches of oiled up chrome. Helga had to force it a bit more this time, and Joyce could feel her poor stomach groaning and straining at the amazing amount of food being forced into it.

"Almost there!" said Helga once she pulled the rod out and began feeding her again, each bite an ordeal that put more pressure on her bloated and stuffed stomach. She fed her the rest of the eggs until her whole mouth was packed full and Joyce worried that she'd use the rod again, but instead put it aside and said "Ta-da!" to Carlos and presented the stuffed and trussed Joyce to Carlos like she had just done a magic trick.

Carlos clapped again as he saw the miserably stuffed Joyce, her cheeks and jowls puffed out with eggs.

"See boys I told you she was the one. Alright, we got stuff to do. Helga, I don't want less than 75 pounds on her by next week, but I would like more if you can manage it."

Helga looked down at the pitiful Joyce and smiled that cold smile again.

"Of...I think we can manage it." said Helga as she held up the rod again...and then wiped it off with a napkin.

"Sounds good. Boys, you can always come with me on weigh in days, and I'll probably have you help with deliveries too. I know you guys have gotten attached to her. Let's go." said Carlos and walked out the door.

"See ya' kid." said Tony.

"Yeah, see ya. I'll bring ya' more of my mama's spaghetti sometime OK?" said Jimmy as he walked out. Helga walked over calmly and closed and locked the door.

"Alone at last." she said when she turned to Joyce again.


(Continued in post 28 of this thread)
 

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Sorry for the delay, I was sick last week and found myself without much time to update, but this particular segment was one I've been looking forward to adding. Enjoy!
 

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It's going to be a bit of time before my next installment, next week at the earliest, sorry. However there have been some interesting developments. I'll have more news regarding that soon.
 

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Thanks. I hope to have a new installment soon, maybe tomorrow or this weekend before the Superbowl. I would have had something sooner but I was out of town.
 

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Joyce found herself trying to shrink further into the bed as Helga approached and went to the medicine bag on the table. Her mouth and throat were still so packed with food she could only gurgle though, which brought a slight smile to Helga's face. Helga opened the bag and began to root though it, pulling out numerous tools, creams and other things that she had no idea of what they were. Finally she stopped on a grooming kit.

"So...how is my little piggy hmm? Stuffed?" she asked as she came to the side of the bed and gently laid a hand on Joyce's huge and packed stomach.

"Oh yes...very full. We'll let you rest a bit, let's take care of a few other things, your nails are terrible." Helga said as she opened her bag and pulled out a nail file. She kept Joyce's hands strapped in and began to methodically file Joyce's nails, pushing back the cuticle and shaping the ends.

"No more biting your nails. If there's one that's not ladylike it's nails that are chewed on. I'll keep your hands tied up all the time if I see you bite them any more. Understand?"

Joyce was flabbergasted, this was the woman that had literally shoved breakfast down her throat and was now lecturing her about biting her nails? However she also saw that she meant everything she said, so she nodded in agreement. Helga went back to filing and delicately trimming any stray nails or skin, and then dipped each into a jar of cool liquid that clung to her fingertips.

"Keep you fingers straight for at least a minute." Helga commanded before going to her other hand and repeating the process. Once that was done she went to the foot of the bed to examine Joyce's feet.

"Oh! These are terrible! Your poor tootsies!" declared Helga as she reached down to lift up Joyce's left foot. Joyce hadn't been able to really take much care of her feet because she was often strapped in, and the fact that she had a very hard time reaching past her own knees now. Even with her foot raised like it was now, Joyce really couldn't see it past her bloated stomach.

"Well at least you're not biting these eh?" chuckled the cyborg nurse. She pulled up a chair and got to work, first washing her feet with careful scrutiny, and then slowly massaging the soles of Joyce's feet. Joyce had to admit it felt wonderful. Then the nurse began using a stone on the feet to smooth the skin and help get rid of any dead skin. Finally she worked on the nails just as she did Joyce's fingers, dipping each toe into the liquid after they were trimmed and groomed.

"There, feel's better yes?" asked Helga as she stood up to admire her work.

"Gyeth." mumbled Joyce, more of the food had worked its way down and so she could manage more intelligible sounds.

"Good. See? I'm not so mean. I have a job to do just as you do. My job has three parts. One is making you fat, the second is keeping you healthy and which to me also means keeping you pretty, and third is to protect you. All are equally important my little fatty. I'm going to make you so fat, fatter than Carlos or you ever imagined, and I'm going to love plumping you up. But I'll also make sure you feel good and healthy and keep you pretty. I'll massage you, put oils and creams on your skin, and always be on top of your condition. I know what the doctor did, and while you are protected from most things, you still need maintenance, and Tony and Jimmy can't do that. Finally I'll protect you. If anyone that is unauthorized even comes within 10 yards of you I'll break them. I can hear a sniper from a thousand yards away, and see in the dark. I can tear pennies in half and am bullet proof. That's something that even Carlos doesn't know. You are my only concern sweetness, even more than my own life."

Joyce was impressed and a more than a little intimidated by Helga's little speech, so she stayed quiet. "But make no mistake, I am in charge here, and you will obey. Is that understood?"

Joyce hurriedly nodded. Helga smiled her cold smile, it was as if she had the mechanics of smiling but no feeling behind it.

"Good, now let me fix your hair." she said as she went back to her medical bag and pulled out her brushes and then adjusted Joyce's bed so she was sitting more upright. She gave her hair a vigorous brushing to get the tangles out, and then tried different hairstyles, moving the mirror into position so they both could look. Every once in a while she would stop and cock her head towards Joyce's stomach. After the third time she explained what she was doing.

"I have incredibly strong hearing and can filter out noises. Right now I'm recording the sounds of your stomach so I know when you're digesting and how full you are. That gets rid of the guess work." and then went back to brushing. By now Joyce had swallowed all of the food, but was still miserably full, she decided to chance a bit of conversation.

"How did this happen to you? Did you lose a bet also?"

"No, I was in medical school and needed money for class so I went to Carlos. When I was done he expected me to sew up his gang when they were hurt, so I did that for awhile. Then his uncle got sick and they wanted him to have a live in nurse and bodyguard. That's when they came for me and sent me to the Doctor."

"They really screwed you up."

"Says the woman who can eat almost anything, is immune to disease and can get fat without limit." said Helga with a touch of annoyance in her voice, and Joyce was pretty sure she pulled hard on the next brush stroke on purpose.

"Touche." replied Joyce with a wince. They sat in silence for a bit with Helga still brushing her hair and occasionally listening to the sounds in her stomach. When she was done, Joyce's hair looked much better and she had to admit she did feel better because of it.

"OK, time for your massage. Let's get you turned over." said Helga as she began undoing the straps and moving aside the tray and then lowering the ends of the bed so it was flat. She lowered one of the armrests but kept the other up.

"Can you do it yourself?" she asked Joyce once she was completely unfettered. Joyce hadn't had the option of rolling over in awhile so she gave it a try. She grunted and huffed and rocked her shoulders, but was unable to fully turn over, the weight from her breasts seemed to really be the problem.

"OK, it looks like you can't, I'll help. We have to be careful though, I am strong, but I could easily dislocate your shoulders. So we'll just roll a bit, OK?" Helga placed her hands firmly on Joyce's stomach and pushed to Joyce's left, towards the remaining armrest. She only pushed a little, enough to rock her a bit, before stopping the pressure. Then she pushed again a little harder, and relaxed. She built up a rhythm and then said "On three. 1..." she pushed again. "2..." another push. "3! Roll!" and with a grunt and heave and one last push Joyce rolled over and was on her stomach, her left breast painfully pinched and crushed by her arm and stomach.

"Ow! OW! I'm caught! Hurry!" cried Joyce. Helga immediately saw the problem and literally lifted joyce's upper body with one hand that she put under her breast bone. She seemed to lift her without any effort at all, and with her other hand she freed the trapped breast and gently laid it and Joyce down on the bed. Joyce was lying on her stomach with her breasts practically framing her head, she imagined she looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Can you breathe OK?" asked Helga. "Are you alright?"

Joyce took some experimental puffs of breath through her nose and found that despite the fact the she now had all her weight pushing down on her she had no problems breathing. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Good. We'll have to work on turning over, I've never had to flip someone with such big breasts. OK let's get to work." Helga poured some oil into her hands and then began to knead the doughy fat and flab of Joyce's back, lifting and separating each fold, and pouring more oil as she needed.

"Oh yes, we have a good start on getting you fat. But we're going to do so much more. Oh yes...you're going to be so fat, so pretty."

Joyce sniffled and felt tears coming to her eyes.

"Don't cry sweetness, I'll take such good care of you, you'll see." Helga moved to Joyce's bare buttocks and began massaging them as well, lifting each huge cheek and making sure to get the oil in good.

"Hmmm...maybe I should take your temperature. Maybe that will stop your crying."

"You wouldn't dare!" hissed Joyce, trying in vain to turn her head to look at what Helga was doing.

"Ha! Just kidding. I can tell your temperature from ten feet away." Helga stopped and stared at Joyce naked profile thoughtfully. "Hmmm."

Joyce could feel those cold eyes on her and suddenly felt somehow more naked and exposed.

"What?" she finally asked.

"You're a bit out of proportion, and I don't mean your breasts. Your ass should be bigger, fuller. I've got some of the cream that they used on your breasts, maybe I'll put that on later."

"What?! No! No, don't do that!" protested Joyce and she began rocking on her own, trying to flip herself over.

Helga raised an annoyed eyebrow at that.

"Well I'm not going to do it now, you have a photoshoot tomorrow. But yes, that's definitely what you need." declared Helga.

"No please! Don't! I hate that stuff!" whined Joyce. Helga stepped fully into Joyce's view and placed a hand under Joyce's chin and lifted so that she was straining her neck but looking into Helga's steely blue eyes. They were colder than Jimmy or Tony's, even colder than Carlos.

"Don't beg me. I hate that. Do you understand?"

Helga lifted Joyce's chin up and down, forcing her to nod 'yes'.

"Good. I'm almost done, and then we'll flip you back over in a bit and get another feeding in." Helga returned to massaging Joyce's buttocks and then her fattened thighs and calves. Once done she sat down and watched TV, the two not speaking as Helga waited for Joyce to finish digesting her huge meal. About an hour later she was mostly empty and so Helga turned off the TV and prepared to flip her back over. She used the same process, but made sure that Joyce's breasts were up close to her head so they wouldn't get rolled on. The flip went much better this time, and she carefully laid each breast onto the side of Joyce's torso before bringing up the armrest and attaching the tray. She didn't bother strapping down her arms though, and simply set down one of the remaining breakfast entrees from earlier. Joyce dug in automatically as Helga watched her eat with almost total absorption. When Joyce finished she decided to ask a quick question before the next entre was served.

"You're not going to use that thing on me again are you?" she asked pointing to the silver rod.

"Not now, no. But I'll be using it, we need to stretch out that little tummy of yours." she said in a mocking baby talk tone and patted her stomach.

"Eat." she commanded as she placed the next entre on the tray.

When Joyce was finished she put on the last tray and let her eat as much as she could before moving the tray aside. "OK, time for a nap, try to get some sleep, you put on more weight that way."

"But..." protested Joyce, but Helga stopped her by putting a finger on her lips.

"No buts. Sleep!" Joyce heaved a sigh and laid back, trying to get comfortable and closed her eyes as Helga dimmed the lights. Moments later she had her eyes closed and was trying to will herself to sleep when she felt Helga lift her right breast and place it in her lap, she had moved a chair right next to the bed. Helga began to idly stroke it as she stared at the wall.

"What are you doing?" asked Joyce in some shock.

"Nothing, go to sleep." replied Helga, still staring off into space.

"No..stop..." said Joyce as she reached over to try and take her breast back. Helga slapped Joyce's hand like she would a child about to touch something hot.

"Stop it! Mine!" she snapped at Joyce and then smacked Joyce's other hand for good measure. Joyce shook her head and wondered yet again how she got into this mess as she tried to sleep while the manic nurse was petting and playing with her huge tit like it was some kind of pet.

(Comments below - this story is continued in post 44 of this thread)
 

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A dominating personality; caring to point but a bit creepy as well. Wonder what she knows of the docs blueprint to Joyce? Does she dream of electronic sheep. Hope you feeling better, wicked_ pear.
 

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A dominating personality; caring to point but a bit creepy as well. Wonder what she knows of the docs blueprint to Joyce? Does she dream of electronic sheep. Hope you feeling better, wicked_ pear.
I'll be trying to make her pretty interesting, hope everyone likes her.
 

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I love her. Is she getting much bigger? (maybe stupid question ;P)

MUCH bigger. Sorry for the delay, I've been pretty busy, but I should have some decent updates on Monday.

I'm surprising myself actually with how big she is now. I'm really dragging this out, in most of my stories she'd be a lot bigger by now.

Right now I'm also trying to find a way to post some incredible sketches that The Studio made which are based off of this story. That was the news update I mentioned a bit ago.
 

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Personally, I'm thinking 5,000 pounds is a bit overkill, considering after so large it would seem repetitive.

Plus, for a 10,000 debt? More money prolly is going into mainenance and growth than she owed.

Something to think about for the end of the story though. What happens to our victim/heroine? Does someone decide to take care of her? Does Carlos get discovered and get him comeuppance?

Still a good story though, I like the slower pace.
 

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Personally, I'm thinking 5,000 pounds is a bit overkill, considering after so large it would seem repetitive.

Plus, for a 10,000 debt? More money prolly is going into mainenance and growth than she owed.

Something to think about for the end of the story though. What happens to our victim/heroine? Does someone decide to take care of her? Does Carlos get discovered and get him comeuppance?

Still a good story though, I like the slower pace.
Having read other works by JP, I'm certain it will be an entertaining journey no matter how large her final weight may be. :) I like the slower pace also, and the interesting characters. It's like a cross between a sci-fi movie and a gangster movie.

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Having read other works by JP, I'm certain it will be an entertaining journey no matter how large her final weight may be. :) I like the slower pace also, and the interesting characters. It's like a cross between a sci-fi movie and a gangster movie.

Wren

OMIGOD! Is this the original Wren from the Wren Spot! Wow! It's been forever! The Wren Spot was the original weight gain spot for me, even before Dimensions and it had tons of my original stories. Great to hear from you again.
 

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Personally, I'm thinking 5,000 pounds is a bit overkill, considering after so large it would seem repetitive.

Plus, for a 10,000 debt? More money prolly is going into mainenance and growth than she owed.

Something to think about for the end of the story though. What happens to our victim/heroine? Does someone decide to take care of her? Does Carlos get discovered and get him comeuppance?

Still a good story though, I like the slower pace.
You make a very good point. I usually pride myself on keeping a bit of practicality to my fattenings. I like my villains to have a valid reason for doing what they do. I may have to answer in more detail why he's willing to go to such lengths for a debt of 10 grand.

However, as this is one of my stories she will get huge, the challenge is making sure it's not repetitive and has great imagery.
 

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On another note, my next major update will be started on a new thread as this one is getting pretty long.
 

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Well i just keep loving your story's more and more ^^ Just because they are learning me to write better also. You wanne read some of my work maybe?
 

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Stef:

Please go ahead and submit your story. I've edited stories by French, German and Spanish authors - Dutch shouldn't be a problem as lng as you start with your best English facsimile.
 

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OMIGOD! Is this the original Wren from the Wren Spot! Wow! It's been forever! The Wren Spot was the original weight gain spot for me, even before Dimensions and it had tons of my original stories. Great to hear from you again.
Hiya,

Yep, that's me. I think I still have all of your stories on my hard drive. It's good to see you're still around and writing. It's also great to hear that The Studio has expressed interest in your stories. You're both my favorites when it comes to "stories limited only by the imagination" as this board puts it. I look forward to reading more of your work. :)

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