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JP.

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It's amazing that this story is bringing people out of the woodwork. I had sent this story and all of the sketches to Dave Sladky and he said almost the same thing.

And ironically, in the forum someone just requested the very first story I worte, The Impossible Escape (which is actually an inflation piece).
 

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It's amazing that this story is bringing people out of the woodwork.QUOTE]

It is just because you are one of the best writers around here... I've read all of our stories on the old library years ago, and all of them are excellent...
I believe that this one will be a masterpiece...
Keep up the good work, JP!
 

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It's amazing that this story is bringing people out of the woodwork.QUOTE]

It is just because you are one of the best writers around here... I've read all of our stories on the old library years ago, and all of them are excellent...
I believe that this one will be a masterpiece...
Keep up the good work, JP!

Wow, very nice of you thanks. I'll have something to post in just a little bit, I'll be starting a new thread though to save some space.
 

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[Author's note: Thanks for all the support. 17,000+ hits on the first part, that's awesome! Hopefully I can keep up the pace!]

Heavy Debt - Part 2

Despite the disturbing sleeping conditions, Joyce was inevitably able to take a bit of a nap and relax and digest the large meal. She awoke sometime later when she heard a strange pneumatic hiss near the side of her bed. She blearily opened her eyes and saw Helga poised over her with an ominous chromed device that looked like a high tech gun.

“What the ....” gasped Joyce as she struggled to get her fattened self out of harm’s way. The gun descended, though into Helga’s own bare thigh, the hiss was repeated, followed by a metallic clink.

“Woops,” said Helga as she seemed to now observe that Joyce was awake. She had a far away look in her eyes before and during the self injection, but now she had her piercing gaze back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I was just taking my meds. I get a little spacey some times because I don’t truly sleep any more. Did you sleep OK?” she asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

“A bit. You…don’t sleep?” Joyce asked.

“No not really. I wouldn’t be much use as a nurse or bodyguard if I fell asleep. I can enter a trance mode, where my higher logic slows down, and then I mainly go on instinct. I do that once or twice a week and go into an intense REM state. It’s best for others not to disturb me at those times. I’d kill them before I even realized it. But don’t worry, whoever I’m protecting is the exception to that. Takes only about 30 minutes, but gives me some strange dreams. Any way, I’m sure you must be hungry. I’ve got some food on the way.”

“…Thanks.” Joyce finally said, unsure again what to think of her nurse. In another ten minutes Helga walked out of the room and locked it behind her, and returned a bit later with bundles of food.

“I got a family variety, you should like it.” She said as she began pulling out cartons of food and side dishes, heaping a tray with chicken, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and a corn casserole. She laid the tray down and Joyce went right to work at it. Helga pinned back some stray hairs so they wouldn’t get in the way as she watched her eat.

“I wish this place had a better kitchen, I’m actually a good cook.” Helga said as she regarded the accommodations. They had a refrigerator, hot plate, microwave and that was about it. “I’ll talk to Carlos about that. Besides, this place is going to be too small for you pretty soon.” Joyce grunted at that which brought a brief smile to Helga’s face as she buttered some biscuits and added them to her tray.

“Tomorrow Danny will be back and we’re going to do a photo shoot, you and I. Then after that I’ll cream up that skinny ass of yours, I want some real junk in your trunk.” In some ways she wasn’t too different from Tony and Jimmy, thought Joyce; they liked to let her know their plans for her too, just to make her anxious most likely.

Joyce gobbled the meals the rest of the night, but Helga never bothered using the rod again. She would let her rest between meals and then start her up again, finishing after eleven with the last of the cherry pies and ice cream. She was allowed to sleep with a full belly while Helga sat in her chair keeping a quiet vigil all night.

“Wake up sweetie,” said Helga as she returned to the room. Joyce saw her come in with a few parcels as well as a large walker for the elderly.

“I got a few things; this will make it easier for you to move around. OK, we need to get you cleaned up, have a little to eat first though,” she said as she set a bag of breakfast sandwiches on the tray; 'A little to eat’ in this case meant 6 double meat and egg sandwiches along with a large glass of cream. Once those were down (and Joyce had to admit she was still a touch hungry) Helga adjusted the bed and helped her stand up and lean on the walker. Joyce could tell it was wider and sturdier than the ones you would typically find in use.

“The Doctor thought this might come in handy,” said Helga as she guided Joyce into the shower stall and handed her the shower wand. Joyce was amazed every time she came back to this room, always finding new rolls, new flab, more fat. She snuck a look at her hips and ass when she thought Helga was distracted, trying to see what she meant that she was out of proportion. It didn’t look like it from her angle, but then again nothing looked right in her eyes. That stopped well over 200 pounds ago. Now there seemed to be even more flab on her upper arms, drooping past her elbows, that was the most noticeable difference she thought.

“He’s here. I’ll go help him out, and you finish your hair.” Said Helga as she stood back up from using the shower wand to clean Joyce’s every nook and cranny that she herself could no longer reach. She rinsed and lathered her hair as she heard Danny and Helga chatting idly and moving equipment into the room.

“She hasn’t eaten too much has she? I want to get plenty of eating shots, those are getting the most hits,” asked Danny as they went back down the hall again, their voices fading. She didn’t hear the door close or lock, and it barely occurred to Joyce that she might try to escape now that the door was open, but she knew she’d have no chance of getting away, fat and naked as she was, let alone outrun the ‘6 million dollar nurse’. She proceeded to dry her hair and her body as she heard them bring in the last of the stuff.

“Can you help her with her makeup then?” asked Danny from inside the room. “I’ll finish in here. Just like we talked about,” he added.

Helga entered and took the towel from Joyce, giving her hair a brisk buffing, and then rubbing the rest of her with the towel.

“OK, let’s get the hair first,” she said as she took out a brush and some bobby pins. First she parted Joyce’s hair down the middle and then gathered all the hair on the left side and pinned it up like a pigtail, securing it further with rubber bands. Joyce rolled her eyes at this; they were putting her in pigtails for heaven's sake! Helga could see Joyce’s annoyance which caused her to smile also as she did up the other side of her hair. Once they were secured she took her time to make sure they were poofy and full by using the brush and some sculpting gel.

“OK sweetie, now let’s get some makeup on.” She firmly grabbed Joyce’s face and squoze, pursing out her lips so that she had an easy target for some bright red lip gloss. The she deliberately put a near perfect circle of rouge on each cheek and didn’t blend it in, finally finishing with some bright blue eye shadow that was put on practically with a paint brush. Joyce looked like she had been given a makeover by a child.

“Now don’t touch it or smear it, we need to get your picture taken,” said Helga, wagging her finger at her as if she were scolding a child. Helga then turned to the mirror and applied her own makeup, a conservative application, suitable for a nurse, and then adjusted her hair before pinning in place her nurse’s cap.

“There! OK my little plumpkin. Let’s go,” she said as she helped her to stand again and lean on the walker. When they left the shower room Joyce could see that her room had been decorated like it was a kid’s birthday, balloons and streamers everywhere, including a few wrapped presents. Her bed had colorful new sheets on it, and there was a massive chocolate cake on her tray already, with a candle burning on it. Danny was there near the door and blew a party favor at Joyce as she waddled in.

“Happy birthday!” he yelled with glee and sprinkled some confetti on her hair, then picked off a few that didn’t go where he wanted them.

“It’s not my birthday you weirdo.” Joyce mumbled as she was led to the bed and sat down, grateful to be off her feet again after that short assisted walk.

“Well I figure it’s someone’s birthday, and they’re going to love this! OK, before she starts eating I want to get a few shots, they like the eating pics, but I know she can’t really work for the camera when she’s eating. So we’ll let her work on the cake in a little bit. Let’s give her the ice cream first,” said Danny as he checked his camera equipment as Helga helped her into the bed.

“Strap in her hands too for this.” Soon enough Joyce was sitting upright in the bed with her hands strapped in on either armrest.

“OK and one last thing…” said Danny as he approached Joyce with a circular piece of cloth.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” said Joyce when she saw what it was. It was a bib, no bigger than one you’d use for an actual baby, and on the front it said ‘Spoiled Li’l Princess’ with a tiara on it. Both Helga and Dan laughed as they tried putting it on, but ultimately the strings were too short; they had to basically tuck them under her flabby chins. It looked like she was actually properly wearing it when they were done, and Joyce could see herself in the mirror across from her. Completely ridiculous, especially when Helga finished off the look by pinning a cone shaped birthday hat on.

“Incredible! Just like that Joyce,” said Danny as he began to get some shots of her.

“That’s it! Pout more! You didn’t get what you wanted for your birthday! You’re a spoiled princess!” Danny encouraged her.

“Give me a break,” muttered Joyce as she turned away from him as much as she could, but he kept taking pictures anyway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw herself again in the mirror, and it truly was a surreal sight, she giggled a bit as she turned back, and all could see she had a slightly mischievous look in her eye as she deliberately stuck her tongue out at the camera, just like a spoiled brat. Helga nodded and smiled at that.

“Beautiful! Yes! More, be spoiled! It’s your party and you can be as bad as you want! Helga, get the ice cream ready,” Ordered Danny as he continued to take pictures with his equipment. Helga filled a normal sized bowl with ice cream and covered it with chocolate syrup and whip cream and sprinkles.

Joyce was actually having a bit of a good time now despite herself. The natural primadona in her was surfacing, and she found herself posing and preening for the camera, trying to follow Danny’s ridiculous commands and encouragement.

“You’re a natural Joyce, you’re beautiful! OK Helga, let’s get the spoiled Princess some ice cream.” Helga stepped into the scene with a deliberate hip wagging show, and waggled her finger at Joyce and her antics, winking too at the camera. Helga was as much at home doing this as she was as a nurse.

“Now Joyce, you have to be nice if you want your ice cream,” said Danny not looking up from his cameras. Joyce immediately stopped the pouty look and took on a pleading one and batted her eyes up at Helga.

“Excellent! OK, go ahead and give her some.” Helga took a spoon full and carefully deposited it in Joyce’s open and eager mouth, then deliberately scraped up some spilled sauce on the side of the lips with the spoon, just like feeding a baby.

“Good, good! Keep going!” Helga took her time and slowly fed her, making exaggerated motions with the spoon, even pretending it was an airplane for a little bit. The bowl was soon emptied, and despite their antics not a drop was left anywhere except around her lips.

“Leave it!” yelled Danny when Helga went to get a napkin. “It’s perfect! OK, let’s have some cake. Um…just take out the candle Helga, that’s not going to work. Put the cake far enough back so she doesn’t just lunge for it, I’ll get a shot or two of that.”

Helga moved the tray into position, but far enough back so that Joyce couldn’t reach it, but she didn’t try yet anyway.

“OK, Joyce gimme a big smile!” he said as he got some shots where it seemed the cake was bigger than Joyce was, including a comical one of Joyce poking her head around the cake.

“Alright good, let’s have at it, undo her hands and let her dig in,” said Danny as he deliberately stepped back and out of the way.

Helga stepped in and undid Joyce’s hands from the armrests and then moved the cake into position. Joyce’s reaction wasn’t immediate, she wasn’t that hungry, but her hands nonetheless took over for her and plunged into the cake.

Ordinarily, even in her autopilot eating mode she was a neat eater, but there was no way to stay neat with this huge chocolate frosted, double chocolate, 5 layer cake. She devoured cake and frosting by the handful, and it was the most delicious she ever had. But then again, everything seemed to taste delicious to her now.

“OK she needs something to wash it down!” yelled Danny. Helga stepped up with a large glass full of cream and when Joyce saw it she obediently threw her head back and opened her mouth wide so that Helga could pour it (messily) into her gaping and chocolate stained mouth.

From there they watched in silence as Joyce continued to glut herself on the cake, finally stopping when she was almost a third of the way done.

“OK good. I want to get some regular shots too, get her cleaned up and lets go with a natural look, no makeup, and just dry her hair but leave it alone.” Said Danny as he set down his cameras to help Helga clear off the cake and put the remainder in the fridge and clean up what they could.

“C’mon Princess you need another shower.” Helga said as she took off the bib and cleaned Joyce’s face a bit with it. “Don’t touch anything with those hands.”

With the photo shoot over for now, Helga returned to normal and Joyce found herself being supremely embarrassed at her actions.

“OK, I’m just going to lift you up, keep your hands to yourself,” Helga said as she began to force her steely hands under Joyce’s hips and the other behind her back.

“What? You can’t be serious!” said Joyce as she choked down the last mouthful and was able to speak again.

“Shush.” Said Helga who did a sudden dip in the knees and then literally popped up, seemingly without effort, carrying Joyce in her arms like she was just a large child.

“See? Let’s go.” Joyce and Danny were amazed. Helga didn’t even breathe hard or adjust herself to accommodate for the tremendous weight before she was heading toward the door and then carefully navigating through it and into the shower.

“OK, start washing; I’ll be back in a minute or two.” Joyce could only marvel at this as she started to wash off the chocolate that seemed to be everywhere.

Out in the hall she could see Danny and Helga making trips back and forth as they cleaned up and made preparations for the next set of pictures.

When Helga returned she helped Joyce get cleaned and dry, giving her hair a quick brushing and then helping her stand with the walker. She led her in and the saw that the room was rearranged with the furniture removed except for the bed, but that had been put in the corner for now. Neutral sheets and curtains obscured the walls and Helga was left by the door for a minute as Helga went to get something from Danny. When she came into view Joyce could see it was some kind of leash with a wide collar or belt at one end. Helga had quite a large smile on her face as she approached with this ominous application.

“Do you want one or both in it?” asked Helga over her shoulder as she got in front of Joyce.

“Both.”

“OK sweetie, we need to give you a little extra support.” Helga said as she placed the wide belt across the tops of Joyce’s massive and hanging breasts.

“Wait! What are you doing?!” said Joyce as she tried to knock the thing off. Helga again smacked her hands like she was scolding a naughty child.

“Behave!” she snapped. Joyce had to move her hands down to the walker again anyway before she lost her balance. Meanwhile Helga had lifted each breast so that she could hook the belt around them both in one large loop, and then buckled the ends so that it was good and snug and stepped aside so that Danny could see.

“OK...No. Slide them down a bit more, get more meat in them, it will look better.” He said as he cast a critical eye on Helga’s work as Joyce huffed and puffed and hid her face into her flabby shoulder. Helga loosened the belt a bit more and then slid it down her breasts a bit and then lifted up on the chain. Her fat and tethered breasts were lifted midway along their length, and Joyce had to admit there was a bit of relief to her aching shoulders and back, at the expense of feeling like her breasts were tearing.

“You’re right,” said Helga “This looks much better. OK are we ready? She needs to lie down very soon,” she continued, and Joyce could hear concern in her voice.

“Yes! Yeah, let’s get started.” Said Danny as he went to one side of the room so he could get the pair of them in a profile.

“OK Helga, bring out the ice cream and step back a bit. Since we can’t walk very far, I’ll just have your hands in view.” Helga pulled an obviously fake ice cream cone out of her pocket, complete with a plastic cherry glued on top.

“OK, Joyce, get the ice cream! Pull the leash a bit Helga, lift those fun bags up.” Helga stepped back to the full length of the chain, maybe 5 feet and then slowly hoisted up Joyce’s breasts by pulling carefully on the leash. With her other hand she made a ‘Come here’ gesture with the fake cone. Joyce couldn’t resist the steady pull on her heavy breasts, and the sooner she got this over with the sooner she’d be able to lie down again. She took slow shuffling steps forward as Helga slowly walked back. “Look at the ice cream Joyce. You want the ice cream!”

“Oh eat it you little prick.” snapped Joyce. This was no longer funny or cute to her. She was tired and miserable. Danny’s expressions changed only slightly as he kept taking pictures, but Helga was amused by it. She walked the remaining 6 or 7 feet until she was at the bed which was moved by the wall.

“OK…um… that’s enough of that shot. Let’s get her into bed and get a few more.” he said as he lay down his camera to help Helga put Joyce into bed. Joyce was sitting in bed again, with her arms across her chest, sulking over the most recent humiliation as Helga pushed the bed and her back into its normal position.

“Oh you’re going to be a pouty baby now hmm?” said Helga as she leaned into her ear. “We can play that game too you know. These pictures pay my salary and pay to keep you well fed. What, you think Carlos would go through all of this just for 10,000 dollars? He spent a hundred times that already on you at least! He thinks he can get a lot more than that though on the Internet.” Helga then grabbed Joyce’s face a little roughly and turned her to face her, their lips only a few inches apart, squishing her cheeks to make her face look ridiculous. “And I do too. And we’ll do it with your help or without it. Understand?” she said as she very deliberately grabbed Joyce’s left nipple and gave it a hard pinch.

Danny wasn’t sure what was going on here, but he knew a photo op when he saw one. He quickly raced over to his camera and got back into position and began snapping away, giving no instructions, it seemed Helga had it well in hand.

Helga then began a very serious and rough bit of breast play on Joyce’s huge tits. Cupping each mammary and lifting it up and then allowing it to plop with a smack on her belly and lap. She also concentrated on the nipples, lifting the whole heavy tit by that sensitive bit of flesh. “We understand each other right? Right! Say ‘Yes Nurse Helga’” she commanded.

“Yes Nurse Helga.” Moaned Joyce as her huge breasts were mauled repeatedly, and roughly massaged by Nurse Helga’s merciless hands. For several minutes there was only the sound of Joyce’s moans as her breasts were lifted and plopped onto her stomach, and Danny’s camera making its mostly silent work.

“OK. I think that’s good. We’ll call that a wrap. I’ll leave a camera with you though so you can get a shot or two if you can think of one.”

“That’s fine Danny, I can take a decent photo, leave a video recorder though.” Said Helga as she let go of both of Joyce’s breasts with a final heave and plop.

“They can all record,” he said as he handed her one and started packing.

“Good, I can get a few I think.” She said as she slowly turned back to Joyce and gave her a wink.

(Continued in post 46 of this thread)
 

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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.
Ok i'll see what i can do. but don't expect lot's of it. like i'm writing this message i don't have help from microsoft. that's why i wanne learn more english.
 

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Once Danny had removed all of the neutral backgrounds and packed all his stuff Helga walked him to his car and returned shortly after, closing the door behind her. From there she went to the refrigerator to take stock of what food was left. They still had a lot of cake, which would last for another feeding or two, plus plenty of ice cream. She served up a large slice of cake and gave it to Joyce with a spoon this time.

“A bit later we’ll get some more eating shots, but they’ll be much neater. I want to get your profile more, it will give a lot better perspective,” she said. Joyce was picking at the cake mostly because she still had plenty of room left and it was only early afternoon.

“Fine.” Mumbled Joyce as she ate.

“Fine then,” returned Helga as she turned on the TV and put on a soap opera.

They watched in silence as Joyce gradually finished the cake, Helga changing from soap to soap, but mostly picked the same shows Joyce herself watched. Helga waited a bit longer than Joyce expected, she was actually getting hungry again, which wasn’t something that happened very much any more. Finally Helga got up and began preparing a shake for her. She blended up a decent portion of cake into the mixture as well, ensuring it would be incredibly rich.

“OK, let’s get you on your side,” she said as she left the concoction on the table and lowered the armrest on Joyce’s left. She took Joyce’s left hand and held it tight.

“I’ll push and pull, and I want you to grab the armrest and pull also. OK?”

Joyce nodded in agreement, already thinking about the shake.

“Let’s get these out of the way first though.” Helga said as she picked up and arranged Joyce’s breasts so she wouldn’t roll on them like before.

“OK now we just want you on your side, so spread you legs a bit to keep balanced once you’re there. OK…”

Helga took Joyce’s left hand again, and with her other she placed it behind Joyce’s left shoulder “Go!” and she pulled and pushed evenly so as not to strain Joyce’s arm, Joyce grabbed the armrest and Helga pulled a bit more until she was on her side.

“Good. I’ll let go now…” Joyce stayed in position once Helga wasn’t supporting her.

“Good, OK that went easy. Just wait till you get really fat, that’ll be the real chore won’t it?” Helga said as she arranged the tray over to Joyce’s side rather than across the bed and then lowered the remaining armrest.

“Thanks.” Joyce commented sarcastically as she arranged her right hand under her head to prop it up for comfort. Helga placed the bowl on the tray and gave the clear tube to Joyce to drink from. She drank it eagerly, but since it was a straw she didn’t look as desperate to eat as she normally did.

“OK, good, let’s get this leg up.” said Helga, helping Joyce to arrange her left leg so one knee was up; she looked like a very comfortable fat woman, lazily drinking from her straw.

“Excellent. I’ll set up the camera, just keep doing what you’re doing.” Helga put the camera in place and started it up and just stayed out of the view and kept quiet as Joyce ate. Helga particularly liked how Joyce’s breasts framed the tube; they were side by side on the bed pointed at the bowl with the tube running between them. This angle got all of Joyce’s very generous curves while she placidly ate.

Joyce couldn’t effectively communicate this, but her arm was going to sleep from all of her weight being on it. She had to keep drinking though she gestured quickly with her left hand for Helga to come over.

“Oh. Cramped? OK, let’s get you on your back then. That’s fine we got some good shots,” said Helga as hurried to her side and gently pushed on Joyce’s left flank to roll her onto her back. That was much better for Joyce as she still drank from the tube, her breasts though were still on her right, so big her left tit was even touching the bed on her right side above her hip. Helga decided to leave it like that and get some more footage while the food was left, and she got out of the shot again.

Joyce finished the bowl pretty quickly, stopping only once for a short break to make room before she sucked it empty. Helga had put the camera away by then and arranged the bed back to normal as well as put Joyce’s breasts back in a more normal position.

“OK, get some rest, you’ll have one more late meal, and then tomorrow you’ll be on your stomach for awhile.” Helga said as she turned off the TV and lowered the lights.

Joyce managed some sleep before being woken up for a late dinner of frozen pizzas which she grazed on the rest of the night, Helga saying this would be the last solid food for awhile. Joyce dreaded the next morning but ultimately was helpless to do anything about it.

Helga woke her up rather early when Joyce could hear her arranging the mirror so it would be behind the head of the bed rather than at the foot.

“You’ll be able to watch TV this way,” she said as Joyce was wiping the sleep from her eyes.

“Alright let’s get you started,” she said as she lowered the armrest. From there she lifted each of Joyce’s breasts and set them on her shoulders so they were to either side of her head which Joyce frowned at but Helga gave only a brief smile.

“I’ll do a bit more lifting this time around, but I want you to lean and roll when I tell you to. OK, let me get my arms in.” Helga said as she leaned in by Joyce’s right said and began to carefully push her hands under the folds and flab of Joyce’s back. She got both arms wormed under until she had her chin resting just above Joyce’s hip and began to lift slowly.

“OK, I’ll push; try to roll to your right. Roll!” Helga pushed and leaned more, allowing her arms to be a bit like a ramp and Joyce grunted and heaved as she lurched to the side, finally rolling onto her stomach as Helga pushed the rest of the way. Helga pulled on the sheets so Joyce slid more towards the center of the bed.

“And are these OK?” she said as she came around to the front and arranged Joyce’s breasts to a more comfortable position, spreading out from her chest to either side.

“Here let’s get you a pillow.” she said and propped her chin up on a pillow. Joyce was comfortable, but she looked ridiculous and hoped she wouldn’t take more pictures from this position as she stared at herself in the mirror. Helga then went to the business of strapping her in, which seemed a bit like overkill to Joyce as she was as helpless as a flipped turtle now. But her hands went into the padded cuffs to the armrest, and the criss-cross of straps went across her back this time.

Finally a set of straps she was unaware of were put in place. One went across her lower back, just above her ass and finally her feet were cuffed also, Helga doing this quickly and professionally.

“OK let’s get started. First a little exercise that I think you’ll like,” said Helga as she stepped to Joyce’s posterior and snapped on some latex gloves. Joyce’s inner alarms started to go off at this. She could clearly see Helga in the mirror, which Joyce realized was not in an ideal angle for TV watching but offered a tremendous view of her lower half and Helga standing next to her. Helga tucked a towel under Joyce’s midriff and then with deliberate care spread Joyce’s meaty thighs further; they had gotten wide and fat enough that they still touched even when her legs were spread.

“What?! What are you doing!” Joyce practically screamed, her voice taking on a high pitch.

“You’ll see,” Was all Helga said as she kept her thighs spread with one hand while her other hand delved deeper in.

“No! Stop it! Don’t!” pleaded Joyce, shaking and straining with all her might. Now she understood why she was strapped in. Helga playing with and mauling her boobs was one thing, but this was completely different. Helga kept delving though until she unerringly found Joyce’s core, her pleasure center. Her fingers which could be hard and cold as steel were now gently rolling and stroking Joyce’s clitoris expertly, bringing unwanted but nonetheless incredible pleasure to the bound Joyce.

“Nooo…” Joyce moaned, but there was no stopping it, and now that Joyce realized this her protests were becoming weaker. It had been so long. When she initially was captured she had occasionally indulged herself, but it was infrequent, she was rarely alone and not strapped down. Then when opportunity presented itself later, she found she was too fat to adequately reach for her pleasure zone. Now Helga was doing the job for her like she was programmed to do this job, and who knows, maybe she was. All Joyce knew was that she was good at it as she writhed and twisted as much as the bonds would allow.

“There…”cooed Helga. “I know you needed this. Nurse Helga knows.” Her fingers twisted, pinched and stroked, stoking Joyce’s passion as she did so. Her climax was building, building, building. Suddenly Helga stopped and stood up, withdrawing her hand.

“What are you doing?!” Joyce shouted when she realized what happened.

“You told me to stop.” Helga said as she began removing her gloves.

“Well…don’t stop now! I was almost there!” whined Joyce. Helga smiled slowly at that.

“So you want me to do it now? I wish you’d make up your mind. Alright, well if you ask me really nicely.”

“Please…please...Nurse Helga! Finish me off!” pleaded Joyce. Helga seemed to consider this for a moment or two, drawing out the tension and then shrugged her shoulders.

“OK, but next time I do you a favor like this, I don’t want any of that nonsense you gave me earlier,” she said as she moved her hand into position again.

“Never! I won’t! I wooooon’t….!” moaned Joyce as Helga began again.

“You know, back in the 19th century, doctors used to do this for their female patients, but denied that women had orgasms,” said Helga, chatting as if she was actually a doctor and this was her bedside manner.

“They called them hysterical fits and were used to help with depression. That’s why they invented vibrators, for doctors who were getting tired out from doing this,” said Helga as she continued to delve and diddle.

“Almost there…I can tell by your heartbeat,” said Helga as she stepped up her ministrations. Joyce’s moans increased as well as her breathing with the faster tempo and she didn’t care that Helga was a domineering bitch, not as long as she gave her this. Joyce’s orgasm finally came with a ragged cry and gush of fluids. Helga stroked her some more to coax the last of it out of her and then gently cleaned her nether regions with the towel and put on a new pair of latex gloves as Joyce basked in the after glow. She had experimented once or twice in college just two years ago, but never went quite this far.

Helga meanwhile had taken out the familiar jar of cream and placed a towel on the small of Joyce’s back and another just where her hips met her ass. Then she began to liberally apply the cream on Joyce’s already large posterior, making sure to get in every roll, crack and crevice as well as the side of her hips.

“We’ll have to see how this affects you. I may have to ‘sculpt’ you a bit once the first day is done. Make sure you have symmetry. OK, let’s start eating. I’ll make you a shake, you’re going to be full all day.”

Joyce sighed quietly as her meal was blended up, it was like they always found new ways to reinforce her condition, make it seem fresh and new and terrible. Soon enough the large bowl of shake was placed on the tray which had been moved into place at the front of the bed. Helga was about to give her the tube but Joyce spoke up.

“Wait!” Helga raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” she said with a touch of impatience.

“Um…if…you know…if you want me to…return the favor…sometime, I could. I mean…I tried it once or twice in college…but you know…” Joyce fumbled over the words, but Helga seemed to finally get it.

“Oh! Oh.” Helga’s expression changed to one of disbelief. “No! No no no. Don’t worry about that. No, you just eat,” said Helga as she plugged the straw into Joyce’s mouth. Joyce began to eat, but Helga could see the sad frown forming on her face. Helga pulled the straw out again for a moment.

“It’s not that sweetie. I think you’re gorgeous. My…plumbing doesn’t work that way any more. And my sex drive is rewired so that I get pleasure from taking care of my charge. Believe me you’ve already returned the favor, many times over.” Helga said with surprising tenderness, even leaning in to kiss Joyce on the forehead.

“Now eat!” she demanded as she put the straw back in

(continued in post 50 of this thread)
 

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Dude, this story is ROCKIN'!!! Keep up the great work. It's a masterpiece.
 

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Thank you both. I probably will have more to add maybe on Sunday or Monday.
 

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The rest of the day was one shake after another, Joyce was rarely without the tube in her mouth with anything less than a half full bowl of Helga’s fattening confection. Helga would just keep refilling the bowl rather than allow Joyce some time to rest and digest. She would keep saying “We need to stretch out that li’l tummy-tum!” as she poured the next pitcher of shake into the bowl.

Despite being on her stomach for such a long period of time Joyce found that she was comfortable and had no problems breathing or anything. She drank almost constantly as she watched her soap operas and then the various reality TV drek that was on.

By the time she was finally allowed to stop drinking and get some sleep it was past midnight, and Joyce was pretty sure she had never eaten so much the entire time she was here. Helga had indeed been relentless. Helga undid her bonds but didn’t bother turning her over as she seemed comfortable enough.

Joyce was woken up in the morning with a loud and meaty slap on her right buttock. The shock snapped her awake “What..!” She cried.

“Wow, this stuff works like crazy!” said Helga who was standing at Joyce’s posterior, rubbing her rounded and now inflated ass. Joyce could see in the mirror what she was talking about. Just like the first day when she had the cream put on her breasts, the new weight had puffed up her ass like it was full of air or something. Every fold, every crease or wrinkle on her bottom was smoothed out as it rose like a pair of domes from her back and hips.

Meanwhile Helga was having her fun by beating out a loud ‘shave-and-a-haircut…two-bits’ routine with slaps of her hands onto Joyce’s reddening fanny. It didn’t hurt, but Joyce was finding her face turning the same shade of red as her spanked bottom.

“I have to try this out!” declared Helga. “Now hold still, I’m a little heavier than I look with all the hardware implanted in me.” said Helga as she began to climb into the bed with Joyce, and then actually on top of her.

“What are you doing! Stop it! Get off!” protested Joyce, trying to shake and buck, but she was too heavy and still not quite awake. Soon Helga was lying on top of Joyce’s much more massive body, her head propped up on her elbow, her elbow firmly planted in Joyce’s newly huge right ass cheek. To really show who was in charge though Helga actually rested her feet on top of Joyce’s protesting head. Her other hand was idly poking and prodding the swollen flesh of the other cheek, testing its firmness and overall size.

“You’re pretty comfortable, you know that Joyce?” asked Helga.

“Nuts to you! Get off!” said Joyce, this time putting a lot more effort into twisting and turning. Helga was easily able to stay on, and she gave Joyce’s butt cheek a good pinch before she sighed and eased herself off of Joyce’s bloated and protesting body.

“You’re no fun.” Declared Helga as she checked and adjusted her outfit in the mirror. “Well we’ve got another long day ahead of us. I’ll give you a quick sponge bath and then it’s time to get your stomach really stretched out. I think with the photo shoot and other delays you’re not on the right pace, and I intend to get you back on track and more. Today is Saturday, and I’ll keep you on the cream at least until Monday; Carlos is going to love the wagon you’re going to be draggin’!”

As usual, Joyce wished she would keep her thoughts and plans to herself; all they did was make her anxious the rest of the time.

Joyce went out of the room to fill a bucket of warm water and came back and began to quickly lather up and wash Joyce. Far from a sensual or sexual experience, Helga was all business; she was serious about keeping her schedule. With little assistance she flipped Joyce over and then back onto her stomach when she was done washing.

“OK Joyce my little fatling, let’s get you started.” said Helga as she arranged Joyce for more comfort.

“Hmm, I have an idea, I think you’ll like this.” She said as she was arranging Joyce’s massive breasts. First she set up the camera towards the right corner of the head of the bed.

“Danny will love this.” She said with a wink.

Joyce groaned, when Helga got an idea it usually was bad news for her. At least Tony and Jimmy weren’t very creative. Once the camera was in place she lifted Joyce’s chin and then shoved her huge breasts under it so they she could use them as a pillow. Joyce was about to protest when she discovered that it was actually pretty comfortable. Her full breast flesh was warm and soft, so she simply rested her head with one cheek on her breast.

Helga lifted her chin again and twisted her head a bit, “Make sure you’re facing the camera dear,” Sse said as she attached the bonds to her wrists.

Joyce nodded and closed her eyes as she tried to relax.

Soon enough she felt the silky cold cream being applied to her buttocks, it felt like a chilly wind was being blown on her rump, and she bent and flexed her feet as Helga took her time rubbing it in, making it more enjoyable at least for a little while. Inevitably she finished, and she heard Helga snap off the gloves and throw them away.

“I have a new recipe to try. It’s a lot thicker, like a liquid cheesecake. You’ll like it, which is good, because you’re getting a lot of it,” said Helga as she began rummaging through the refrigerator and pulling out cream cheese, sugar, cream, eggs, ice cream, frosting, and chocolate syrup.

Joyce could see that Helga wasn’t even using a blender this time, the mixture was just too thick, she was using a hand mixture first to loosen it, and then adding more cream as she finally put it in the blender for its final mix. She placed a full bowl on the tray in front of Joyce and turned off the camera.

“I have better eating pics in mind later,” a staement which Joyce found to be rather ominous.

Helga put the tube into the bowl and the other into Joyce’s mouth, who began to eat quickly. Joyce was actually hungry, so didn’t mind this first feeding. The concoction was quite thick, and it took a decent amount of effort to get it down, but Joyce had little choice as her mouth went on autopilot.

The thickness made a real difference in how quickly she filled up. She was only a bit more than halfway through when she felt the old familiar feeling of having the stuff back up to the top of her throat.

“OK, now let’s get started,” said Helga as she pulled the tube out of her mouth and for the moment moved the bowl aside. Joyce wanted to protest but she’d only be able to gurgle with the stuff in the back of her throat and pooling in her mouth.

Helga walked around Joyce and attached the remaining bonds that were used yesterday, but left them a bit loose. Then she tilted the foot of the bed as high as it would go without having it bend and then carefully began pushing on Joyce’s feet.

“Keep your knees locked,” she commanded. With the tilt of the bed and Helga’s inhuman strength Joyce was easily pushed forward until her breasts were dangling over the edge of the bed. Helga went around and readjusted the straps and lowered the bed again now that Joyce was where she wanted.

“OK, like I said we have to stretch you out. So the doctor had this made for me,” she said and pulled out what looked like a cake decorator, a large blue bag with a red nozzle at the end. At the opposite end of the nozzle she could see that the pouch could be opened and sealed, and there was a loop of plastic at each corner of the pouch.

“It’s practically unbreakable, and with my strength I’ll be able to pump into you a lot more of this than you’d ever believe. So let’s get started!” she said as she opened the pouch and carefully poured in the last of the stuff and sealed it closed. Once done she put on a latex glove and smeared some kind of thick clear paste on the nozzle.

“This is a bio adhesive, you’ll need this otherwise you’ll spit up with the pressure. And we don’t want that do we?”

Helga began to insert the nozzle into Joyce’s mouth, but she tried twisting and turning, keeping her mouth tightly closed.

“Joyce, it’s not nice to play games with Nurse Helga.” She scolded as she tried to force it in. Finally she grabbed Joyce’s nose and pinched it shut. Joyce tried holding her breath and shook her head to prevent it from going in.

“That’s OK.” Said Helga “I can wait.”. She didn’t have to wait long, soon enough Joyce was gasping for breath, and when she did Helga plugged her mouth with the nozzle and then pressed Joyce’s lips around it to make sure she had a tight seal. She held her like that for several seconds as Joyce huffed and puffed through her nose.

Once Helga was satisfied she gave the nozzle a few experimental tugs to check the seal, then she pulled rather hard which brought a muffled squeal from Joyce. It seemed that Joyce’s lips would come off before the nozzle would. Helga nodded in satisfaction and let the bag go, its heavy weight pulling Joyce’s head down onto her multiple chins. From there Helga set the camera on the other side and pulled up a chair in front of Joyce as she picked up the pouch again.

“OK Joyce, ‘Past the lips and over the gums, Look out stomach, here it comes!’” sang Helga as she took the end of the full pouch and began to twist it, slowly compressing the contents towards the nozzle and from there into Joyce’s already nearly full mouth.

Helga twisted with inexorable pressure, forcing it slowly down. Soon Joyce’s mouth was completely full, but Helga only twisted harder, depositing still more if it in. The flow was unstoppable, and Helga was pitiless. Joyce’s eyes screwed shut as it reached her occupied throat and began to push on it as well. Unlike the rod, this was a firm steady pressure that continued without respite.

It felt to Joyce like her throat was expanding, swelling from the contents, and then from deep within, she could feel her groaning stomach begin to stretch to accommodate still more of the fattening concoction. Her legs were bent at the knee and straining the bonds as her toes literally curled from the intensity. Her hands were pushing with all her might on the bed, to try and push her back from what felt like a fire hose that was filling her up.

“There!” said Helga in triumph. “We got that all in. OK let’s get the next one going.”

Joyce’s eyes bugged out in disbelief at this. There was no way she could eat more! But Helga was not paying attention to Joyce’s struggles or discomfort as she mixed up another batch of the stuff. By the sound of it she didn’t use the blender, the force she was using wouldn’t require it o be very thin. Soon enough she was back in front of Joyce with a large bowl of the stuff, humming to herself as she lifted the dangling empty pouch and opened the end and began spooning heaps of the sweet glop into it.

Helga packed it full with the entire mixing bowl’s worth before she finally sealed it, the bag more full and bulging than before. Helga then licked her fingers, ignoring Joyce who was desperately shaking her head and grunting to try and convey that she couldn’t possibly eat more.

“Good stuff isn’t it?” asked Helga with a wink and a smile as she began twisting the bag. She wasn’t having as easy a time as before though, the tightness of the bag plus Joyce’s own impossible fullness was making it difficult even for the cyborg nurse.

“Hmmm,” she mused for a second or two. “Maybe you are pretty full.”

Joyce nodded her head desperately and tried to say something, but with the food in her throat and the nozzle holding her lips shut it sounded like moans at best.

“But…I think we can get in just a bit more. Be right back.” Helga stood up and walked out of Joyce’s sight and was rummaging through some things finally returning with that silver chromed rod she used before.

“I think this will do the job nicely.” She said as she threaded the rod through the two plastic loops on the ends of the bag and slid the loops to the center of the rod. Then with a determined look on her face she grasped the rod at either end with both hands began to twist and turn the rod hand over hand.

“There we go, much better,” she said as the bag twisted even faster than before, despite the fact that both it and Joyce were more full than before. The flow of paste was in unstoppable spurts as Helga had to shift her grip with each full turn of the rod. Despite how packed she was the food was filling her ever more and more, taking every last millimeter of room inside her and then stretching her bloated stomach even more.

Tears were streaming down her eyes as her cheeks and jowls were inflated by the food, and still Helga turned the rod. She was determined to pump in the whole bag or make Joyce burst, whichever came first. Joyce wasn’t sure which would happen, but she felt dangerously close to exploding.

“There!” shouted Helga in triumph when she managed with a last strain to turn the rod and actually empty the rumpled and twisted feed bag. “I knew we could do it!” she said as she let it go to dangle from Joyce’s puckered lips.

Joyce was moaning and groaning pitifully as Helga stood up to go to Joyce’s side and survey the scene. She could definitely tell that Joyce was at maximum capacity, her body actually rising somewhat off the bed from her tightly packed stomach. Her sides were where she had gotten widest though, it was the path of least resistance for her growing stomach.

Helga carefully laid her hands on Joyce’s heaving and swollen flanks, pressing gently to judge if there had been any damage done, and also so she herself could see how full she was and keep that knowledge for future feedings. Helga finally came around in front of Joyce again, and wiped her tears with a tissue and kissed her forehead tenderly.

“I know that was hard sweetling, but it needs to be done now and then. This one will probably be the hardest. When we condition your stomach more it won’t feel that way. Your body will start responding in a better way, releasing endorphins. You’ll feel a lot better after just a few more feedings like this. You’ll want me to stuff you like this and beyond. Believe me. You’ll come to like this.

"I’ll let you rest and digest this some more. But we’re going to do this at least two more times today. Tomorrow I won’t have to, and you’ll be surprised at how much more you can eat. OK? Rest now. I’ll put on the TV for you.” said Helga as she angled the mirror again and switched on the TV.

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I agree, with the rest a slow burn is more entertaining. But I do wonder at the stretching of Joyce's torso as our muscles are more geared to easily move outwards opposed to getting wider. Then there is the cream; where she is getting bigger over all not globular as some excessive gaining tales seem to go. Just some rambling thought on your tale.
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This long slow build up is definitely new for me. My stories are usually a lot shorter, most would be finished way before now with her gaining a lot more weight. She'll get there, but I'm having a real good time with this so far, and gotten a lot of inspirations from some incredible sketches from The Studio. She is going to take on the huge proportions that I like, but I'm going to have a lot of fun in the meanwhile.

Myself, I like the globular shape, which is why I'm a fan of inflation and expansion stories, however a well done just massively fat person is just as compelling. Ultimately I hope to remain true to what a person's body is likely to look like when getting so fat, but it's not easy. No one has gotten as fat as I intend to make Joyce.

A new part will be up in a bit.
 

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Joyce waited in misery as her overstuffed belly began to digest the massive amount of food that had just been crammed down her throat by her pitiless nurse. Helga sat near in a chair reading a trashy novel at break neck speed, occasionally looking over to Joyce to check on her progress. It took more than three hours before her stomach was empty again, the frosting apparatus still glued to her lips and dangling from her like a defeated party balloon. Helga stood up and placed her hand on Joyce’s widened flank and felt it, softly stroking her side and pressing with deliberate care.

“No punctures or ruptures, stomach is more than 90% empty. Excellent. We need to shock it though, like a body builder really straining the muscle. Let’s get started again,” she said as she went back to the refrigerator to mix up another batch of the fattening compound that almost made Joyce explode.

Joyce grunted and moaned unintelligibly, pleading not to be stuffed again like that but Nurse Helga wasn’t paying attention as she mixed up a huge portion of the stuff and brought it around to the front of the bed again and sat down. She whistled ‘Whistle While You Work’ as she gave the bowl a brisk stirring before she filled the empty pouch again till it held half the bowl. Helga didn’t waste any time; she simply threaded the chrome rod through the loops at the end, whereas the first time she twisted with her inhumanly strong hands.

“This will go a lot faster,” she said as she began turning the rod over and over, quickly pushing the contents along the tube and injecting them directly into Joyce’s mouth, then throat, then stomach. Joyce’s fists were balled into impotent shaking appendages as she smacked the bed with what little slack she was allowed due to the restraints, as her toes curled and flexed, equally powerless. Due to Joyce’s empty stomach and the efficient method of feeding, the pouch was empty rather quickly, and Joyce already felt quite full.

Helga untwisted the pouch and then put the rod at the very end of the tube and began rolling it forward like she was getting the last out of a tube of toothpaste. A surprising amount was still remaining when the rod finally reached the nozzle glued to Joyce’s lips.

Tears were streaming down her face as Helga filled up the pouch again and without pause began forcing it in again. There was only a touch more effort on Helga’s part this time, but Joyce hardly noticed as her eyes were alternately squeezed shut or nearly popping out of her skull as the pressure increased.

“And again,” said Helga as she finished unrolling the deflated tube again and began filling it. Joyce was so out of it she didn’t even realize that Helga was done with the second one until now. Helga stood up and mixed up one more bowl of it as Joyce moaned weakly, she was almost as full now as she was a few hours ago, and it looked like she was getting another bowl of it. Helga sat down again and studiously ignored Joyce’s pitiful moans for mercy as she filled the pouch again; literally packing it till it almost couldn’t be closed.

“OK, this one will be tough, I won’t lie, but I am monitoring you closely, if you’re in danger I will stop. Let’s get this started, we’re going to go further this time. Feel for those endorphins Joyce, you’ll see what I mean,” said Helga before she gave the rod a turn. It wasn’t a fast feeding this time though. Helga was going a bit slower for two reasons. The first was that she had to be careful so as not to make Joyce actually burst. And the second was that the pressure inside her so great even her enhanced strength and leverage was making this difficult.

Joyce groaned with each new millimeter of expansion, her mind awhirl with a strange fogginess, the pain wasn’t nearly as great as she thought it would be, but she couldn’t really think at all now anyway. Turn after turn was made, slow and steady. Helga was literally straining with most of her strength to get the last turns made, even she was impressed and even a bit shocked that it all could fit inside of Joyce and her huge stomach. Once she turned it as far as she could, she carefully unwound it and then rolled it up again like a toothpaste tube, getting the last bits of it into Joyce’s mouth.

Joyce was in a state of semi-consciousness now, and Helga felt her pulse as well as examined her eyes before moving to the side of the bed and taking a look at her hugely stuffed stomach. With incredible delicacy she placed a hand on the bloated flank and felt, her enhanced hearing also listening for any distress, any leaking fluids, and any torn tissues. It was amazing, but she was fine, no damage, but no doubt her stomach was probably close to 50% larger than its normal capacity. With another stretching it would not likely shrink back again to a size appropriate to Joyce’s mass. Then they could really get her feedings escalated.

Joyce slept fitfully, having feverish dreams that she was a snake that had somehow swallowed a hippo. It was mid evening that she was finally conscious again. Helga was talking on a phone near the kitchenette.

“Yes doctor, I’ve sent the data as requested, and we’re well on schedule. One more tonight, bigger than the others. I also had an idea while watching NASCAR. I’ll send it to you, let me know what you think. Here,” she said and held the phone unit to her left wrist. Joyce thought she could see a small aperture that the phone literally plugged into. The phone flashed briefly before Helga unplugged it and brought it to her head again.

“Did you get it? Good. I think it could really help us out here. Yes, she’s awake now, we’re going to get started again. Goodbye doctor.” Helga hung up the phone and put it into her pocket. “Rise and shine sleepyhead, 1 more to go, OK? You’re doing so well!” said Helga with genuine pride in her voice. Joyce shook her head weakly already knowing it would do no good.

“I’m sure you’re hungry, so we’re going to make a bit more than before, and I put in an ingredient that will make it a bit harder to digest, that will keep your stomach stretched for even longer. We won’t have to do this again for a bit, and the next times will be a lot easier. So cheer up! Let’s get started.”

Helga sat down again with another huge bowl, even more ingredients for the fattening gunk was waiting on the counter or in the fridge. She filled the pouch again, packing it full to the top and without ceremony got right to twisting the rod again and forcing more of this into her. Joyce was too tired and weak to provide even some of the ineffectual resistance she had before, she mostly lay there like a bag being stuffed, occasionally groaning as Helga turned the rod without pause or mercy.

Soon enough the first bag was emptied and Helga filled it again, emptying the first bowl she made. Again Helga turned the rod, noticing that it was still easy, her second bag the last time she fed Joyce had more resistance. The entire first bowl was forced down Joyce’s gullet in seeming record time, and lay in her stomach like hardening cement as Helga went and mixed up another bowl.

“See? It’s already gotten easier. You can still hold a lot more can’t you?” said Helga as she filled the bag again. Joyce nodded weakly as Helga began turning the rod again, meeting resistance only when she was near the halfway point.

“Ah there it is. OK, we have to push through the barrier, relax a bit Joyce, here we go.” Helga kept turning, putting on more pressure as Joyce was becoming impossibly full. Again the bag was emptied, and again Helga filled it. “The last time we stopped after two bowls, but we’re going to go a bit beyond it. I know you can. Buck up, here we go.” Joyce was only dimly aware of anything said to her; she could only think that she was going to explode and that would be the end of it. Turn after turn of that chrome rod, Helga never slackened her pace, never stopped, just intently turned it like she was even more of a machine than she actually was. Joyce opened her eyes to find the chrome rod almost touching her lips; the bag had been emptied again into her. Helga mopped her forehead as she stood up.

“OK, just a bit more, not a whole bowl, but enough to fill the bag again. Be right back.” She said as she patted Joyce’s head lightly. Joyce could scarcely breathe with all the pressure inside her, plus her own weight on top of her chest as she lay on her stomach. Helga quickly mixed up about half a bowl and came back to her filling station. She filled the bag to the top and then scraped every last bit from the bowl into it, and then began to wrestle it closed so she could begin feeding Joyce again.

“Alright Joyce, we’re going to go slow, but we’re going to get this all in, you understand?” Joyce actually nodded again, there was no way to fight it, she was going to be stuffed unmercifully by her inhuman nurse. “Alright, nice and slow,” said Helga with a slight grunt as she gave the rod a half turn.

That’s how it went. A half turn every few minutes, with Helga holding the rod with white knuckle intensity, never letting it slip back so much as an inch. Joyce was out of it for the most part, she’d wake to feel another intense pressure in her throat and gut, and see Helga slowly turning the rod with manic intensity and strength, her ordinarily perfectly coiffed hair coming undone and plastered to her face with sweat.

It took more than an hour to push it all in, it was a pure stomach stretching exercise, for the extra ingredients resisted digestion, she’d metabolized almost nothing of the latest batch by the time Helga finally made the last turn of the screw, and then for good measure rolled it like a toothpaste tube, which took another few minutes. Helga looked genuinely tired after this, and Joyce was dangerously bloated. A gentle examination told her that Joyce was very close to rupturing her stomach, but it was holding. She’d be digesting for the next 9 hours or so, enough to make sure her stomach wouldn’t shrink back to a normal size.

The doctor suggested that they feed her a paste he’d developed that would resist all digestion until an enzyme was introduced to it, and keep her like that for a week or more. Helga advised him against it, not for concern on Joyce’s part, but because that would be a week where Joyce gained no weight.

Helga went and took a shower and allowed Joyce some peace as she lay in a stupor, food and endorphins putting her into a mostly unconscious state. Later in the evening she would apply a releasing chemical to Joyce’s lips which instantly dissolved the glue and allowed her to remove the feedbag without waking Joyce.

By morning her stomach was empty again, and Joyce felt much better. Helga estimated she gained close to twenty pounds from the intense feeding she had, nearly all of it going to her far more pronounced ass. No longer perfectly round and inflated, it jutted out from her hips at an almost sharp angle, her hips close to a foot wider on each side. Her ass stuck out as much in the back, if not more, than her huge breasts did in the front. But another change had also taken place.

Helga helped turn her over and both were shocked (Joyce more so) at the change in Joyce’s belly and midsection. It was certainly large and drooping before, but now it positively hung from her frame, a curtain of loose flab with no definition to it but an incredibly deep belly button. As she sat up with Helga’s help her ‘lap’ actually hung between her knees, nearly reaching her ankles, her breasts flanking it, but not drooping as far any more. Helga handed her the walker and helped her stand up so she could take a shower.

“Now that’s the proportions I was talking about!” said Helga as she snapped a few pictures of Joyce as she struggled to put foot in front of foot and walk to the door. The cream must have mostly worn off late in the night, as Joyce had definitely gained more flab elsewhere, such as her legs and arms; the flab on them literally overlapped the joints at her knees and elbows, completely covering them. Her ankles and wrists were soon to get the same treatment.

“OK, let’s get you cleaned up, I ordered sub sandwiches, I’m sure you’re hungry. Plus you need a little exercise.” She guided her into the shower and rather than let her sit down on the bench she set the shower head up like a normal stall and forced Joyce to stand and wash while she took some more photos.

“Very hot, very hot.” she said over and over again. Joyce found that standing wasn’t nearly as hard as walking, if she locked her knees she could do it, and she also found her balance was a bit better due to the extra junk in her trunk to counter her huge and heavy tits. Helga began helping her wash and eventually guided her to the bench.

“I was going to put you on the cream for another day, but I think you’re perfect now…except being a little skinny.” She joked. Joyce gave her a dirty look at that.

“Oh come on! Brighten up sweetie! Don’t be so grumpy.” She said as she dried her hair and gave her a few more minutes to rest before she helped her stand and walk back to bed, where Joyce collapsed into it gratefully. Helga helped her in and arranged her limbs more comfortably, but didn’t strap her in.

“My big, fat, floppy doll. My bloated little plaything.” Helga mused as she lifted her rolls and folds and breasts, then allowed them to fall and slap onto her other meaty parts. She stopped then and looked up, as if she heard something.

“They’re here. OK, I’ll be right back,” she said as she headed out the door and closed it behind her. Moments later she could hear familiar voices.

“Hey Nurse Lugnuts! How ya’ doing?” came Jimmy’s voice and typical wisecrack.

“Better than your horse from what I hear,” came Helga’s icy retort. “If you’re not careful you might be sharing a bed next to Joyce.”

“Never happen. Is Joyce awake? I’d like to see her and say hi.”

“She’s awake, but you can’t see her, not till Wednesday. Just give me the cart with the sandwiches.” Helga said with what Joyce had come to know as her ‘no nonsense’ voice.

“What stuff is this? C’mon I wanna see her,” said Jimmy, clearly annoyed at the interruption of his plan.

“No nonsense, she’s not seeing visitors. Now give me the sandwiches.” Joyce heard a tone in her voice that she hadn’t heard before. One of extreme, almost metallic coldness, one she hoped wouldn’t be directed her way…ever. Jimmy didn’t seem to get it though.

“Look bitch, I’m telling you I’m going in there.” He began.

“Jimmy, I’ve just entered into my bodyguard mode and regard you as a threat to Joyce. In the next five seconds if you’re not at least 5 meters away from me I’ll twist your head around and make you kiss your own ass goodbye. 5…”

“What?! You wouldn’t dare!” snapped Jimmy. Joyce’s heart began racing, was she going to actually kill him?

“4…ever wonder what happened to Luca? He tried seeing Carlos’s uncle, my previous charge without an appointment. He’s in a glove compartment in his own car...all of him. 3…”

“You crazy cyborgfine take the food, Jeez!” Joyce could hear his quickly retreating footsteps. “Carlos is gonna hear this, you better believe it!” he shouted before Joyce could hear a somewhat distant door slam.

Helga returned to the room pushing a cart loaded with bags of submarine sandwiches. Joyce was huddling into her bed with some fear.

“What’s wrong? Oh that!” said Helga as she nodded towards the closed door. Her tone mellowed. “Nothing to worry about. Your visiting hours are on Wednesday or by appointment only.”

“But…but Jimmy, I mean he just wanted to see me…” began Joyce, the first words she said since yesterday.

“Jimmy needs to make an appointment like everyone else. When he goes crying to Carlos, Carlos will remind him of that. OK, I hope you’re hungry, I made sure to get a lot,” said Helga gesturing to the huge bags of food. She heaped Helga’s tray with a dozen fully loaded submarine sandwiches.

“You’ll be able to eat a lot more today, I guarantee it.”

(Continued in post 59 of this thread)
 

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This just keeps getting better & better...AWESOME JOB!!!
 

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Thank you. I'm having a good time writing it and have more to go, so keep checking back (though I usually update on Sundays or Mondays)
 

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I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for the weekend to be over!!!
 

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Well wait no more! I woke up early and couldn't sleep so I thought I'd add a little something. Enjoy!
 

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Helga picked up the first sandwich and got to work, and they weren’t diet sandwiches. Each was a foot long hoagie exploding with meat, slathered in four different fatty sauces, and swimming in oil.

Despite the incredible feeding she had yesterday, Joyce was hungry, and she dug in automatically. Helga returned to her trashy novel, devouring it almost as fast as Joyce was eating.

Joyce definitely noticed a difference in her capacity. By the sixth sandwich she didn’t feel nearly as full, whereas before she’d be able to go on she’d also feel the effects of so much food. Now she plowed ahead still hungry. It wasn’t until the tenth sandwich that she was actually feeling full but her hands kept stuffing her face as her belly went from slack and flabby to full and round, pushing her breasts off to the side.

She knew from experience that 9 sandwiches should have been enough to fill her up completely, and while she did feel pretty full she kept eating, almost as determined to stretch herself out as Helga was yesterday. She was even packing the food down her throat, she could feel it at the back of her throat, but she’d force it down with the next bite of sandwich. It was only midway into her 15th sandwich that she finally stopped, her stomach groaning from the huge load of food it had consumed. Helga had been watching with interest for the last few sandwiches, offering silent encouragement and refilling her tray as it ran out.

“Good girl! Good job sweetie!” said Helga as Joyce finally lay back still grasping half a log of meat and bread. Helga cleaned up the discarded papers and debris and threw them out, moving the tray aside. Helga turned on the TV and flipped through the various shows that were on Sunday. Joyce was steadily digesting when a strange opportunity presented itself, something she dared not hope for almost this entire time she’d been here, especially since Helga moved in.

Helga eventually put her novel down and took out her chrome gun to give her self a shot in the thigh again, and then seemed to stare off into space, her mouth hanging limply open. She had told Joyce about this, that she sometimes had to enter into a trance mode so she could actually get some sleep. Was she awake? Joyce saw no movement from her; though her eyes were open they continuously scanned around, seeming to see nothing.

Joyce stayed still and looked around the room herself, hoping that what she saw would be there. The door into the room was unlocked; Helga only occasionally locked that door, like Jimmy and Tony if they were in the room with her they didn’t usually bother locking it. The dining tray was also not locked in and was actually pushed down a bit; Helga was likely to push it back in place when Joyce was ready to eat again, so she could get a full stomach-bursting meal in. Finally she wasn’t tied down at all and the armrests weren’t in place.

Joyce sat there for several moments unsure of what to do, wondering if she should dare take the chance. She obviously remembered what happened the last time she tried an escape, the consequences lay on her lap; her huge and pendulous breasts. But this could literally be her last chance, if she got much fatter she wouldn’t be able to move at all. What worse could they do to her? They could always kill her, but she doubted they would, not with all they had invested. They’d certainly do something more, but was it worth it? Gambling got her into this mess; a gamble could possibly get her out of it.

She decided to have a test first. She quietly waved her hands, her arm flab trailing behind the rest of her for perhaps a split second. Nothing, Helga didn’t respond at all. With her foot she quietly pushed the tray of food back and away, the metal scraping with shocking loudness on the bed frame, causing Joyce to wince. Still nothing. So far so good, Joyce thought as she reached for the remote that would tilt her bed. The bed was already lowered a bit low to the ground to make it easier for her to get into and out of, which was another plus in her favor.

Tilting the bed was quiet, but adjusting the height was a bit noisy. She slowly tilted the bed towards the right, which was actually toward Helga, but she didn’t have a choice, if she were going to make a run for it she needed the shortest possible route. The bed got to just about 30 degrees when she could feel gravity begin to pull on her, that was enough, if she went any further she could fall out of bed. With great care she lifted up her right breast and set it off the side of the bed so she wouldn’t pinch it as she tried to get out, the left she lay across her body, careful not to make it slap against her. From there it was going to basically be a controlled fall.

Just like Helga would help her roll, Joyce began to heave herself to her right, each time pushing a bit harder, trying to roll a bit more. She barely breathed as she did this, trying to completely squelch her grunts of effort. Finally she reached the tipping point and found herself slowly rolling onto her right arm, and from there out of the bed. With all of her effort she swung her legs down so she could at least get them under her, if she landed on her belly she’d be like a beached whale and truly stuck, and she doubted that Helga would help her to her feet so she could try to get away.

She managed to land on her knees, making a smack that sounded like a gunshot in her panicked ears. She held completely still, expecting to feel Helga’s steely hands or hear her icy voice at any second. Seconds ticked by but nothing happened. She decided to go for it; she managed to twist and get both hands on the bed frame and strained with all her might to get standing.

After a few seconds of desperate pulling and pushing she managed to get to her feet and with another heave she stood up straight. Once she was standing fully upright, the extra proportions that Helga had forced on her with the enlarged caboose made standing easier. The weight from her huge ass offset the weights of her tremendous tits. Helga still was sitting there, eyes scanning the room, but seemed to be oblivious. Perhaps because she didn’t think of Joyce as a threat she was blind to her at these times. Either way she had no choice now but to go for it.

She took a shuffling step forward, arms wide for balance. She debated about using the walker, but decided against it, it was likely to be too loud and it was also on the other side of the bed. She wished now she’d rolled the other way, she could really use that walker, especially if she had to go far at all. She sighed and took another step; she’d have to hope that wherever she was she wasn’t too far from people. She took one shuffling step after another, dragging her feet carefully and being sure not to brush anything with her exaggerated and fattened form.

She made it to the door, so far so good. This was her last chance. She could still turn around and get back to bed and probably, Helga would never know. Once she was out this door, there was no turning back. She took one last fearful look back and paused. Was that a smile she saw at the corner of Helga’s lips? She wiped the hair and sweat out of her eyes and looked again. No, just imagining it. She went for it, and opened the door.

On the other side was what she prayed for, the shower door was directly across from her, but to her left was the door to what she assumed was a hall that led outside. If it was locked she’d have to try and sneak back to bed. If it was open…

Joyce stepped into the hall and carefully let go of the door so it would close without making a noise. Her heart was hammering in her chest from the exercise and the anxiety she was feeling as she reached out to try the other doorknob. She almost sobbed with despair when it didn’t turn. She sighed and leaned forward to rest her head on the door, she’d have to turn back, but as she leaned the door slowly opened. She had to catch herself before she fell. The door was locked, but it hadn’t been fully closed! With excitement she dared not hope for she pushed on the heavy steel door and saw the hall way to freedom for the first time.

Just as she expected, there was a hall that lead to an exit, there was even an exit sign over it, a heavy security door that probably locked automatically, but only to those on the other side. Her head was spinning and her knees wobbly, but she was going to push on. She placed a hand against the wall and began wobbling her way down the hall with slow steps. The hallway was a bit tall, but not so wide it seemed, her hips could brush against either wall with each step. She wanted to hurry but her strength was leaving her. She knew she could make it to the door and maybe a bit beyond it, but she really had to hope she was near a public place or that someone was near. Lack of exercise plus the huge amount of weight she gained was making this a task of epic proportions though. What was only a walk of 20 feet was becoming more and more of a marathon run for her, sweat pouring off her head and collecting in her numerous folds and pockets of flab.

She was halfway there now and had to stop and catch her breath. She leaned her entire left shoulder against the wall and brought her other hand to her chest as she tried to take deep gulps of breath but not make too much noise in the process. She was sorely tempted to turn and take a look, but didn’t dare for fear she’d find Helga right behind her. How long had she been trying this? Helga said she could enter these trances and be stuck in them for 20 minutes or more. Joyce had no idea, but she had to hurry. She heaved one more large breath and pushed off the wall.

Standing on wobbly and now very sore feet she took her next steps towards an uncertain freedom. One foot after another, that was the key. Joyce stopped thinking about Helga, about how fat she was, about what she’d do once she got outside; she even blotted the door itself from her mind. She just concentrated on putting foot in front of foot. Step by step, inch by straining inch she made her way to the door. She was beyond tired and exhausted, but she was going to make it. God help her though if there were stairs on the other side.

Finally she reached the door, its cool metal push handle that stretched the width of the door pressed into her belly. She made it! She took one last second to gather her strength and wits and got ready to make whatever effort was needed once she opened the door. Maybe she’d just have to scream for help, maybe there’d be a phone nearby or something. It didn’t matter, she already did the impossible. With a hard push, she shoved the door open.

Outside was actually something she didn’t dare hope, a ramp that led up to the door. It looked like a parking lot, and the ramp was a temporary one, like it was put there for handicap access until a permanent one could be made. She didn’t recognize the place, all around were industrial buildings, an overcast sky, and no one else. Not a car in the parking lot, not a person walking about, not a phone in sight. She’d have to try to get to one of the buildings; maybe someone was working overtime or something. She really wished it were Monday, a least then there was likely to be people about, but she had to take the chance she was given.

She heaved a sigh and began taking her first step out of the building in what seemed like months, energized by finally actually seeing something other than her room or the shower stall.

“You’re not really planning on going out there naked are you?” came Helga’s placid voice from right behind her.

Joyce literally shrieked in terror and tried to jump but was entirely unable to. With mounting horror and sinking hope she slowly turned around to see Nurse Helga standing behind her, tapping her right foot with impatience and her arms crossed on her chest. Her expression was unreadable, Joyce honestly couldn’t tell if she was angry or not.

“I…I” stammered Joyce on the verge of total collapse.

“’I’m sorry.’” said Helga, still tapping her feet.

Joyce stood there not comprehending.

“’I’m sorry Nurse Helga’”. She said again, pointing to Joyce,

Tears rolled down her fattened cheeks. “I’m…I’m sorry Nurse Helga!” she finally blurted out in a sob.

“’I’m sorry Nurse Helga, I’ve been very bad.’” offered Helga as she gestured again to Joyce.

“I’m sorry Nurse Helga, I’ve been very bad.” Joyce repeated, covering her hands with her face to hide her shame and wipe her tears.

Helga carefully, but with irresistible force pulled her hands away, her face was inches away from Joyce’s. “’I only deserve to be punished Nurse Helga,’” she finally said, steel entering her voice.

Joyce’s gaze was transfixed by Helga, like a bird caught in a snake’s eyes.

“I…I only deserve t-t-to be p-p-punished!” she sobbed again and fell forward hugging Helga both to keep from falling and to hope she could be forgiven. Helga didn’t move despite the near quarter of ton of flesh that collapsed on her, but merely reached up and patted Joyce on the shoulder with one hand, while gently rubbing the back of her head with the other, trying to soothe her.

“There, there. That’s it. Let it out. Sssshhh,” she cooed and then reached behind Joyce with one hand to close the door.

“OK, let’s get you back to bed, can you walk?”

Joyce could only sob ‘No’ as she buried her ashamed face into Helga’s shoulder, wetting the uniform with her sweat and tears.

“OK, that’s fine. I’ll carry you. Here…” Helga dipped suddenly and planted her shoulder firmly into Joyce’s flabby midsection and wrapped as much of her arms around Joyce’s hips as she could and then popped up, holding Joyce on her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“And up we go!” she exclaimed once Joyce was hoisted. “Watch your head.” She commanded as she did a slow and careful turn. From Joyce’s vantage she was staring down Helga’s slim frame towards the floor, her ponderous breasts dangling and brushing against Helga’s narrow hips. Helga gave a decent slap to the side of Joyce’s huge thigh before she started walking.

“Whew! Getting pretty big aren’t you!” grunted Helga as she started heading down the hall again, not seeming to feel the strain at all of carrying someone well over twice her size. Once at the door she ducked down till Joyce’s breasts were actually dragging the floor as Helga started doing what seemed impossible; duck walking through a door so the both of them could fit.

Helga’s strength was incredible; she didn’t seem to have any problem navigating the treacherous turn with Joyce’s heavy sack like body slung over her shoulder. Joyce’s head lightly knocked against the door frame, and for a brief moment one of her feet was caught, but otherwise it was a quick and painless process. Helga simply hefted her over to the bed and laid her down as gently as she could.

She then turned around and left the room a second to make sure both doors were locked. Returning to the still crying Joyce she applied all of the straps on her; one on each ankle, one across her thighs, another across her midsection, two criss-crossed her chest, and one on her wrists, but with enough slack for her to reach the tray, which Helga now locked into place.

Helga didn’t say anything as she piled on the sandwiches, another dozen it looked like. Joyce was about to start eating on auto pilot again but she had to ask.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” she finally stammered, reaching for the first sandwich and plugging it into her mouth almost trying to hide behind it to avoid Helga’s wrath.

Helga favored her with a slowly spreading and very evil grin.

“You’ll find out. For now just get back to eating.”

(Continued in post 70 of this thread)
 

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