Discussion in 'Special Interests Archive' started by JP., Dec 27, 2006.
I'm hooked too, and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.
I will not keep Wren waiting! Actually I wrote the next segment on Monday and was getting some quality edits from The Studio. It might take a touch longer, but I think they'll be even better. So here we go!
They only stood a few more moments before Tony broke the silence.
“Well I don’t know about you all, but I’m freakin’ starved, and I bet slim here could use a bite.”
“Yes, let’s get some food going, I’m hungry too. Jimmy, you load up the fridge?” asked Carlos.
“Sure did, brought a couple pans of Mama’s lasagna. Tony brought some meatballs and sausages too.” Said Jimmy as he stepped off the mattress.
“OK, I’ll throw them in. We have a new convection oven, it should be able to cook those up real fast.” Offered Helga as she went to the large kitchen area, leaving Joyce to dangle from the ceiling like a human piñata. Two large pans of lasagna were pulled out of the refrigerator and soon thrown into the hi-tech oven along with another pan filled with meatballs and sausages. Even though Joyce was still digesting her last huge meal, her mouth watered at the sight of it from the corner of her eye.
Jimmy stayed near Joyce, looking at the various apparati around her, as well as the one she was hanging from.
“Hey boss! I remember you told me that the most expensive thing in here was this cloth, I never got to ask, but why is that?” he asked as he ran his fingers along it.
“Hell if I know.” grumbled Carlos as he checked the messages on his cell phone. “Ask Helga, she ordered it, said we needed it.” Jimmy frowned at that, it was obvious he didn’t like asking Helga anything.
Helga looked at him from the kitchen counter where she was buttering up loaves of garlic bread and gave him a mockingly friendly smile.
Jimmy sighed “Fine, Helga what’s with this stuff, why is it so special?” Helga put the bread into another toaster oven and set the timer.
“Well, that stuff was made for the space program. It’s practically untearable, plus it can stretch up to four times its cut dimensions without losing durability. That’s real important for her. She can’t rip through it, and we’re going to need bigger sheets of it as she gets bigger, just so she has proper coverage. With the right electric frequency we can stretch it bigger. Also it has differential friction.”
She paused so she could enjoy the blank looks on everyone’s faces. “That means it can become as sticky as Velcro or slicker than Teflon. Just need to put in the right electric frequency. We’ll be able to slide her into and out of it real easy that way, but by increasing the friction we can more easily turn her over, and safer too."
"Here, watch.” Herlga said as she wiped her hands on a towel and headed over to Joyce.
“You won’t even feel this Joyce.” Helga said as she saw Joyce’s eyes widened in protest. Helga picked up the dangling remote and pushed a button producing a low hum for a few seconds. Joyce thought she felt the slightest tingle, but that could have been her imagination. From there Helga manipulated the buttons a bit, and like magic the corners of the sheet began to stretch, all the dimensions of the sheet of cloth increasing as Joyce sank further into the pocket that was created.
“There. That should be safe. Now…” she pushed another button and a slightly different pitch was created as Carlos and the mooks stepped up. Joyce had sunk to just inches above the matt and found herself looking up at the assembled crew, the tube still protruding from her lips, so her breath whistled softly through her nose.
“OK, watch this.” Helga thumbed another button and the corners on Joyce’s left side suddenly rose several feet, bringing the sheet on Joyce’s right side dangerously close to the edge of her mass. Helga stopped and hit another button and the process reversed, with the right suddenly retracting. She did it again and soon had a fast rhythm of the sheet shooting back and forth underneath Joyce.
But Joyce didn’t move at all, except for the hairs on her head from the breeze. There wasn’t a whisper of sound and Joyce could barely feel the stuff slide across her flesh. Helga held out an arm to indicate they should step back, and then her fingers danced on the remote to give a further demonstration. Now instead of two corners at a time rising, it was just one at a time, and at the same time the hooks at the ceiling, where the cables descended from begin to move on their tracks in a circle.
The effect was to create a blur of movement from the sheet as it shifted, slid, and now spun underneath Joyce like a Merry-Go-Round without catching in the slightest on her form. Despite this, Joyce was still in a bit of a panic at the display going on all around helpless to do much of anything but grunt protests and flap her fattened hands. A ding from the toaster oven finally stopped the show. Helga returned the sheet to its earlier position and dimensions, but also rose up Joyce’s head so she was sitting upright.
“Damn boss! That’s some rocket science crap!” exclaimed Jimmy. Tony nodded in agreement.
“Damn well better be, with what I shelled out for it.” Snorted Carlos who wasn’t quite as impressed.
Jimmy got the bread out as Helga set up Joyce’s new dining tray. Basically it was the size of a card table with an upraised ridge at the edges, from underneath it extended a long hydraulic arm with several joints that allowed the table to be positioned in a number of ways. Helga demonstrated its durability by kneeling on it so she could easily reach Joyce’s head and finally remove the tube from her mouth that was in there that morning. Joyce flexed her jaws and swallowed hard while Helga got back on the ground and then placed one of the loaves of garlic bread on it after she drenched it in olive oil and parmesan, and then moved it into position.
Joyce had almost forgotten what it was like to eat solid food after that marathon she endured the past several days, and almost tore into the bread before the doctor’s programming spurred her into eating. She tore into the appetizer with gusto as Carlos and the mooks did the same at their table. As usual, Helga didn’t eat, merely watched contentedly as others did, and prepared another loaf of garlic bread. A minute later the convection oven buzzed and she pulled out the lasagna and meat. One pan she gave to the boys as she threw in the other loaf of garlic bread. Then she cut up the entire other pan and heaped meatballs and sausages on top of it before retracting Joyce’s tray and serving her next course, along with a gallon of whole milk.
Joyce did enjoy Jimmy’s Mama’s cooking, especially after days of force feedings that she couldn’t even taste. She munched with delight on the hot lasagna, pausing to dip in more bread or drink large gulps from the container. Joyce was so intent on eating she didn’t hear the conversation at the table.
“So we ready then?” asked Tony.
“It’s set. We have a couple of events ready. The first will be next Tuesday. She’ll be good right?” asked Carlos to Helga.
“I told you before Carlos, there’s no sure thing here. The events you have in mind don’t cater to her strengths. Sure, she’s real good, but I’ve seen the best, and she can’t beat them. No way. They have actual technique and the physical capability. Joyce is getting exhausted just eating, look at her.”
Helga pointed to Joyce who was indeed huffing and sweating as she gobbled at the food, her arms tired and shaking, but unable to stop their automatic stuffing of her. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s better than most, no doubt. The first one shouldn’t have any actual pros in it, if there are she’ll lose. Then the next ones, when the pros are coming, that’s when we rig it. That’s the only way Carlos.”
“I just don’t get it.” Grumbled Carlos, placing his glass of wine down a little harder than polite. “With how much we spent on her, on this, on you!” he said as he gestured all around him. Joyce was now interested in what they were saying, but missed the first part. “She should be able to do it all!”
“Well boss.” Tony began. Only Tony could actually talk to his boss like this, anyone else, even Helga needed to be careful, Carlos didn’t take advice well.
“When we started this, you weren’t looking to make money, just…you know teach a lesson. It was only later, after the website and stuff that you thought you could make money. If we got into this from the start with that in mind, we could have probably done it differently. But Hell, you still came out ahead, and I’m sure she’s gonna do great. She’s a gambler, she likes the thrill, she’s got the stuff.” Carlos grumbled and groused as he returned to his meal. The rest ate in silence as they finished their dinner.
When it was done and Joyce was pleasantly (rather than explosively) full and the mooks and Helga cleaned up the tables and kitchen.
“OK boys, I’m sure you’ve got things to do, so I’ll clean her up and we’re going to start getting her ready tomorrow.” Helga said as she opened the side door, which was normal sized.
“No…I don’t really have anything going on…” began Jimmy until he saw Helga crack her knuckles with the sound of washers falling in a metal sink. “Then again.” He muttered. “Crazy bitch.”
“Yeah, we gotta go. We need to make sure the office is cleaned up before the contractors get there. Spray it down with that DNA eating foam, make sure there’s no traces left.” Said Carlos. “You boys got a busy night.” They both groaned at that as they headed for the door. Carlos kissed Helga on the cheek as he left. “Take good care of her.”
“You know I will Carlos.” She said as she leveled a mischievous stare at Joyce, who was still licking her chops for stray sauce and then gulped loudly. Helga stopped by a tool chest and pulled out what looked like two metal rings, each about the size of a plate, one was bit thicker than the other.
“That material has some other options that are pretty neat too, we’ll just keep them to ourselves though.” She said as she approached. Once she got to the edge of the sheet she took a ring in each hand and placed them to either side of the sheet, the thicker one on the underside, there they locked into place as if they were magnetic, presenting a metal ring on either side of the sheet.
“Now this is the most amazing feature.” Helga gripped both rings and gave a twist, causing a faint hum, and sharp clack as the rings linked like magnets on either side of the sheet. Then she pulled the sheet up. To Joyce’s amazement the material in the ring was fading! First it seemed to become like a grid rather a solid sheet, it almost looked like a tennis racket. Quickly though the grid was becoming more and more sparse until it seemed it was just a hole surrounded by a metal ring. She could clearly see Helga’s smiling face and then to her further amazement Helga could actually reach through the hole and pinched one of the rolls on her calf.
“Amazing huh? I have no idea how they do it, something about a specific wavelength of energy causes the molecules to part around it. But this has all kinds of possibilities doesn’t it?” she said as she gave Joyce a wink. Using the remote she adjusted the hammock so that Joyce was lying down rather than sitting up. From there Helga gripped the ring underneath and began to actually move the hole along the cloth. Joyce still couldn’t believe it until she felt the ring against her skin along with Helga’s fingers. This was a bit of a process as Helga was trying to be careful not to pinch or catch any of her skin or rolls.
Soon Helga disappeared under Joyce’s mass and the sheet, and Joyce began to quiver with anticipation when she felt the hole finally get positioned directly under her hungry sex. It had been awhile since Helga had treated her, and she was already moist. There were several titillating moments as Helga’s fingers pushed and prodded at the accumulated fat for several minutes before her hands left their ministrations. Joyce’s breath started increasing as she grew wetter in anticipation, drips actually falling through the hole and onto Helga. Moments later Helga popped up alongside Joyce giving her a naughty-naughty shake of her finger.
“You bad little fatty! What did you think I was going to do down there! I swear, some people,” mocked Helga as she pulled down one of the retractable hoses from the ceiling and got out some liquid soap. She attached a rotating brush attachment to the end and added some soap to it. From there she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and pressure.
Joyce frowned and groaned at Helga’s merciless teasing as she began to wash her like a prized car. She firmly pressed the rotating brush into all of Joyce’s many folds and crevasses, making sure to scrub her good. With the friction turned down and the hole at the bottom Helga could easily get Joyce’s back without turning her over. The water drained out the hole and onto the water proof mattress, to finally flow off of it into one of the nearby drains.
The process might have been efficient, but that didn’t make it very fast. She was easily washed for more than an hour before she was finally done. From there she sprayed the rest of the soap and rinse water down the drain, and then pulled down another hose so she could air dry parts of Joyce and do her hair.
“There, my Piggy Princess is all cleaned up. Since you were so good I’ll give you some ice cream. Tomorrow we’ve got some work to do. Hope you like hot dogs.” Helga said as she made one of the colossal sundaes that Joyce hadn’t had in awhile. As Joyce sucked on the straw of ice cream and 5 different toppings she wondered what Helga meant.
(Continued in post 127 of page six of this thread)
I'll be a little late in posting the next segment, I have a different schedule this week. However next week I'll have something maybe more than a single segment. I'll also be starting a new thread for it.
I have to say i've always loved your stories JP. this one is no exception!
OK, a little later than I initially expected, but the next segment will be up soon. I just wrote it, just getting some editting done for it. It's got a bit more meat in it than usual. I'll be posting it in a new thread as this one's getting pretty...big.
Once again thanks for all the support and the hits this is getting, it's very encouraging. I never expected to go this far with it, and my hat has to go off to The Studio for his incredible pictures and advice. It's also great to see the old schoolers coming out to offer some support too.
I hope to have the next part up soon.
Part 3 - The Contest
Helga woke up to the sounds of water boiling and some foam hitting the red-hot electric burner. The sweaty funk of hot dogs was thick in the air, causing her mouth to water as she came fully awake.
From her position, Joyce couldn’t see the kitchen where the smells were coming from; the bulk from her body, the limited motion of her head, and the way she was positioned meant she could only see the TV screen in front of her, which right now showed her in all her glory. The 10-foot screen had a perfect vantage point, the view slowly rotated around her massive form, giving Joyce and any onlookers an incredibly detailed look.
Joyce had no idea where the camera was, but she knew it was live as she saw her hand motions mirrored on the screen. On the edges of the screen were smaller views, picture-in-picture, of her at different weights throughout her weight gaining ordeal. There were 10 in total. The first showed her stripped naked on her bed; thin as she was when she was first captured. The next showed her with a bulging potbelly, maybe 200 pounds or so. The next showed a huge difference when she acquired her now colossal boobs.
Each successive picture detailed an amazing weight gain in such a short time, the video looping back to its start, showing maybe 20 seconds of footage in total. Some were of her in the various ridiculous costumes she’d been made to wear, but most were just her naked in all her glory as she put on hundreds of pounds. The last of the 10 were of her when she woke up yesterday and saw herself for the first time since Helga had started using the NASCAR feeding machine.
Tears welled up in Joyce’s eyes as she watched this; she didn’t notice Helga walk up to her side watching the same videos in admiration. A meaty slap on one of Joyce’s flanks alerted her to Helga’s presence.
“Neat huh? A little trip down memory lane, eh, fatstuff? Danny put this together; he’s selling it now for $18.99 per download. Thinks we’ll make a killing. He’s probably right. Me? I think of this as an archive and a further reminder of just how much farther we have to go,” Helga said as she pinched and kneaded some of the fat rolls on Joyce’s hips.
Joyce tried to bury her head into the flab of her shoulder, but unfortunately the ring of fat that had become her neck prevented this. Helga nodded and headed back to the kitchen. “You’re just hungry. I’ve got breakfast for you. Don’t go anywhere.”
A few minutes later Joyce could hear the new dining tray being escalated to her on its robotic arm, and could smell the hot dogs even stronger. She didn’t want to, but her reflexes were already getting started, and she knew she’d be eating as soon as the tray was in reach. Opening her eyes she saw that nearly the entire tray was piled high with hot dogs; beef franks in the bun, and plastic tumblers filled with water. There were no condiments or anything on them, just plain steaming dogs by the dozen.
Joyce’s hands flew up to reach them, but the tray stopped just out of reach. Joyce grunted ineffectually as she strained to reach them, all she needed to do was lift her upper body the slightest bit and she’d make it.
“Oh come on!” whined Joyce. “Just let me eat if you’re going to make a pig out of me anyway!”
She was helpless to stop her grasping hands just inches from the food. And just as helpless to try and do the minimal amount of lifting to heft her huge torso in the slightest to sit up and reach the tray.
“Oh quit whining, I just needed to see your reaction time. This could be a problem. We might need to tie your hands down and set an automatic release or something. OK, there’s 75 dogs on the platter, get to it.”
The tray shot forward until it actually impacted into her flabby chest and spilled one of the tumblers of cool water onto her. She managed maybe half a gasp of shock before her hands got what they were reaching for, and soon she had half a hot dog crammed into her mouth, followed by another half from the other hand. She was in a machine-like rhythm immediately.
Each hand would grab a hot dog and begin stuffing it into her maw no matter how full it was, timing the bites between her efficient chewing. Helga watched and was timing the event with a stop watch, observing her technique and listening to the strange piggish grunts she made as she chewed, swallowed and breathed at the same time.
She polished off four dogs before she reached for one of the tumblers of water and guzzled about half of it and went back to the dogs. As usual, her eating was very neat. While she ate two dogs at a time, she ate every bit of them, very little was spilled, and even what was spilled she took the time to pick it up, even if it fell into one of her nearby folds or crevasses.
She was truly an eating machine, gobbling hot dogs like she was made to do it. To Joyce this seemed only slightly weirder than normal, but certainly was better than getting into some stupid costume and playing for a camera.
She still hadn’t quite caught on, but was starting to get an idea. Helga’s and Carlos’s cryptic comments, the fact that Helga was timing this on a stop watch, the food was precisely laid out in 5 piles of 15 hot dogs, 5 tumblers of water (even though one spilled) and no condiments. Helga usually put mayonnaise or chocolate on anything she could, and if she wasn’t drinking cream or a shake that was unusual. This was some kind of new arrangement they had for her, and though she knew next to nothing about these things, her gambler’s instincts told her that it was some kind of eating contest.
Helga was looking at the watch in disappointment. It was 7 minutes since they started and it looked like Joyce had finished the first bunch of 15 dogs, and was hitting the next pile with the same gusto, but she was way behind schedule. The record was 60.25 hot dogs in 12 minutes. Helga had no doubt that Joyce could eat that much or more in a sitting, but there was just no way she’d get there in the next 5 minutes. She kept the watch going though as Joyce mindlessly ate the hot dogs.
While Joyce had her suspicions, there wasn’t much she could do about them. She couldn’t resist the urge to eat now any more than when she first started, nor could she go any faster or more efficiently. Still she plowed through the dogs at a fast pace, gobbling them and chugging the water to wash them down. She would occasionally see herself in the huge TV screen, gorging like a mad woman, but then it was back to eating the pile of food. This was a bit new for her as well. While she had occasionally seen herself eating in the mirror before, this spectacle of her enforced gluttony further brought home her predicament.
Helga marked the results when it hit twelve minutes. There was a scale on the tray which gave her a much faster count then using her eyes. Joyce ate an impressive 32 hot dogs in only 12 minutes. She was still going strong too. Helga walked away, tapping her forehead thoughtfully, making an inhuman metallic clink as she did so.
She sat down at the kitchen counter to watch the rest of the show. Joyce had obvious signs of muscular fatigue at this point, but the doctor’s eating program overrode her fatigue and wouldn’t let her stop. Helga’s enhanced hearing could detect her main heart plus 2 of the mini-hearts implanted in her stepping up their blood flow to match her efforts so Joyce could still eat. She could also tell Joyce still had plenty of room; the way the food and water was sloshing around told her that she was just over half full of her stomach’s normal capacity. It could still stretch a great deal once it was full.
Joyce’s breath was huffing and snorting as she continued to stuff herself, her hair plastering to her head with sweat. At 23 minutes Joyce was at 61 hot dogs, eating the amount of the record holder, but 9 minutes late. She was slowing down also. She wasn’t even stretching her stomach yet, but her arms and jaws were just getting too tired, even with the doctor’s reinforcements. Still she dug into the last pile of hot dogs, the water all gone now. There was no lubrication for her any more. Helga was tempted to give her some more water, the rules stated they could have as much as they wanted, but she decided against it. "Let’s see what she can do," she thought.
Joyce soldiered on, the buns drying up the copious amounts of saliva she was producing. The stuffing of her mouth was becoming more pronounced. With every square millimeter of her mouth packed with food, she was waiting longer to swallow, but her hands were not acknowledging the simple fact that she had two and a half full dogs and buns in her mouth as they continued to jam in more food. She still managed to keep going, though. She knew that the only way she was going to stop was if she ran out of food or ran out of room. She didn’t panic either, because even with her mouth jammed to bursting with the food she could still breathe, and she’d been in positions like this before.
Helga retracted the tray at 36 minutes 42 seconds, when it held nothing but some sloshed water, empty tumblers, and soggy crumbs. There had to be a record there, thought Helga, 75 hot dogs in under an hour was still impressive by any standards. Both were also sure she could eat a substantial amount more also; her stomach was only now starting to get stretched from that amazing amount of food.
“Good job, fatass. We’ll be doing this again a bit later today, and every day this week. I need to study your technique and see if there’s any way we can tweak it,” Helga said as she went back to the kitchen and took stock of the hot dogs and buns they had ordered. It looked like enough to feed a baseball park at the World Series, which they figured should be just enough to last the week.
Joyce rested a bit, flexing her jaws as the food settled in. She was pleasantly full, but disliked all the work it took to get there. As unpleasant as the feeding pump was, at least it was fast. Eating at break neck speed for such a long time was exhausting. The TV screen meanwhile was showing repeats of her performance, looping it from the beginning every time it finished, so Joyce could watch her fat body jiggle and struggle to pack more food into her mouth. Joyce could swear she saw herself getting fatter as she struggled to assimilate the huge meal.
Joyce was uncomfortably hungry by the time Helga decided to feed her again. Helga was extra kind to her in that she taped a vibrating massager to her arms to relieve the tension. She also sprayed something on her cheeks and jowls, which helped ease the dull ache that had set in since her morning workout.
She couldn’t see, but Helga had prepared what looked to be twice as many hot dogs as this morning. The main tray was piled high like before, but there were also several smaller trays similarly loaded, and waiting under steamy heat lights. One large covered tumbler was on the tray with a thick tube straw protruding from it. When Helga stepped into Joyce’s vision again, she could see that she was hooked up to some kind of harness, with lines running up to the tracks on the ceiling. She also had a small head-cam attached to a headband she was sporting.
Helga adjusted her belt, and suddenly was rising into the air with a zinging noise, rising up till she was shoulder level with the slightly reclining Joyce.
“Round two, Tiny. Eat till you can’t. Hope you don’t mind if I watch,” said Helga, leaning close to whisper into Joyce’s ear.
From there, Helga rose further with the help of the lines, and shifted position until she was above Joyce’s mammoth belly. She gently lowered herself until she was resting easily on her belly, her legs straddling the hill of flesh that Joyce had become. Helga was staring right into Joyce’s face, giving her one of her mischievous grins as she hit a button on the remote control she carried. With a mechanical hum, the dining tray was lifting first up and then into place. Joyce was already eating before the tray was locked in, her cheeks flushed with the closeness and intimacy of Helga, who watched the spectacle as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world to her.
Helga’s weight was only slightly felt by Joyce; the lines took most of it. Helga once told Joyce that she weighed 327 pounds due to all the metal in her. What bothered her more though was how Helga was just completely absorbed in watching her eat. Every now and then she reached for a dangling hose and refilled Joyce’s water bottle without interrupting her eating. Her head was propped onto her hands, with her elbows planted into what would have been Joyce’s sternum if it wasn’t buried under inches of flab, giving Helga and her camera a very close and intimate view of the process.
Joyce was making the same steady progress as before, without some of the other discomfort. Her jaws were responding well, and weren’t tired or cramping like before. Her arms were tired, but kept doing their job. The fact that she had water was a plus also. Earlier she had gotten to the 58th dog before she had run out. Now she was always obliged with fresh water from Helga, plus it was easier to drink.
Helga checked her watch and saw that Joyce’s time was better. She was at 61 hot dogs at only 21 minutes 12 seconds. The little muscle relaxer and pain killer she gave to Joyce was helping, as was the water, she suspected. She lifted herself off of Joyce’s filling stomach and retrieved another tray of 30 hot dogs from the warmer, and hoisted herself back into position, carefully piling the dogs on the dining tray, where there was a lot more room.
At 31 minutes and 53 seconds 75 dogs were down the hatch, and Helga could feel that now was the real eating. Helga stroked Joyce’s stomach, pressing a bit to test Joyce’s limits.
Helga’s evil smile played on her lips as she addressed Joyce. “Your stomach’s full, sweetie, but now it needs to be packed. Now we’ll see if all that stomach stretching had an impact. We need to see how much you can eat on your own without my assistance … except keeping your tray full.”
Joyce groaned at this, she hated when they revealed their plans, and of course she also knew that they knew she hated it.
Joyce didn’t disappoint. She plowed right on ahead, stuffing the 76th and 77th dog into her mouth and taking a gulp of water. She was in a kind of haze at this point; tunnel vision had set in as she mechanically grabbed the next and then the next dog after that. Joyce never tried keeping count in the first place, and she had no idea how much she’d eaten or how much time had gone by. The only thing she knew were the damn hot dogs, which Helga seemed to have an unlimited supply of. Grab, stuff, chew, swallow. Hot dog, hot dog, hot dog, hot dog, water, then more hot dogs. Her stomach was very full, and she was becoming more keenly aware of even the slight weight Helga was resting on her. Helga seemed to read her mind and so rose up off of her to suspend above her and get a bird’s eye view of this eating clinic.
Helga’s vantage gave her a view she hadn’t enjoyed before. She could see from above just how much her stomach filled up when it was gradually stuffed like this. It truly was an awesome sight. What started as a flaccid flesh bag was now a protruding dome-like mass, moving Joyce’s massive tits off to the side and out of the way.
She could also see that Joyce was tiring. This might be a first for her, where her arms literally gave up eating while she still had room and food in front of her. She was no longer double stuffing the dogs, but eating one at a time. One hand clumsily pushing it into her mouth, while the other grabbed a dog, but rested on the tray for a few moments before going back to methodically stuffing her mouth. Helga could definitely tell Joyce was rather full, but she’d taken her well past this stage before.
Joyce was slowing to a crawl. Her jaws were slack as they tried to chew the mass of food that was still slowly being forced into her. Her breathing was labored through her nostrils, and she just looked exhausted; her hair was plastered to her head with sweat, her eyes were constantly rolling, and her hands quivered up to her shoulders, jiggling the plump and dimpled flesh.
When she finished one more dog and the left hand could not stir itself off the tray with the dog it had grabbed, Helga knew she was done. She looked at the scale reading, and did some quick mental math and figured that Joyce had just eaten 112 hot dogs and buns in 1 hour and 42 minutes. At no time was there an actual rest break or stop. No spitting up, throwing up, or begging off. Just solid eating and she could still do more if she had the strength.
Helga nodded with satisfaction and even gave a polite handclap for her prize fatty. “Nicely done, skinny. Nicely done. OK, let’s wrap this up,” she said as she lowered herself and the tray out of Joyce’s fevered sight. She could weakly see herself in the TV screen, bloated and exhausted. Her eyes dimmed and started to close, she was so tired she just wanted a nap…
She was woken up rudely as the breath rushed out of her lungs in a comical "woof!". Opening her eyes in surprise she saw that Helga was straddling her again, this time further up her torso, her legs spread apart to lay on each of her breasts and easily pin her arms, which were now too weak to lift themselves, let alone the crazy cyborg nurse.
The dining tray had returned off to the side also, packed just as high with hot dogs when they first started this feeding session. Helga’s menacing grin was from ear to ear as she grabbed the first hot dog and brought it up to Joyce’s lips. Despite the fullness and exhaustion she felt, her lips opened and she accepted the dog being forced into her mouth to reach the back of her throat. “Noooo..umph!” she managed to groan before she was cut off with the hot dog.
“We’re not even done with round 2 yet, fatty,” said Helga, as she grabbed the next dog while Joyce chewed and tears ran down her bloated cheeks. “Besides, you know how I hate to waste food…”
(Story continued in post 140 of this thread)
Here you go, hope you enjoy it. Thanks again for the support.
AWESOME JOB JP...well worth the wait, but i hope the next installment won't be too far away. this really is a great story.
I'm definitely enjoying writing it, I'm just pacing myself a little differently. But I'll still try to keep it 1 a week or 2 weeks.
Still waiting patiently for the next part....
As promised, Its in the third thread, here - ed
Need to wait a bit longer, I hope on Monday to have the time to write a segment and post it shortly after. But thanks for your patience.
Keep up the good work JP, the story just keeps on getting better and better. I look foward to the upcoming segments.
Your story is fantastic so far, I'm looking forward to seeing the next part too! I realise that a lot of people are greatly anticipating each next part, and so far you've done well in keeping people informed when the next is likely to surface.
I'd imagine it's quite a big pressure for you though, and it's important to enjoy writing the story as much as it is to know other people are enjoying the reading of it. So, I hope you are!
Sorry for the delays. I have a vacation coming up and I decided to work a few extra days and get some extra cash. So I'll be holding off until Saturday, I hope to have a couple nice segments shortly, but I need to ask for a bit more patience. Sorry.
Anything coming anytime soon J.P.? Been awhile...
I'm sure it'll be worth the wait. Patience, grasshopper.
I'm working on it today, which means once it's edited I hope to have it posted maybe tomorrow.
I also have an idea for a sideline story as well, completely different.
After an extended break like this I have to force myself back into the writer's chair, but I'm gonna do it!
OK, just finished writing it, and it's in the process of editing. Stay tuned though for perhaps another story that's been brewing in my head.
Joyce was miserably stuffed the rest of the day. Helga set a slow gorging pace for her once her stomach was stuffed to capacity. Then she would hover around Joyce’s head like some demon whispering into her ear and occasionally forcing another hot dog into her exhausted face:
“We’re not done yet fatty...”
“I’ll stop if you can just lift your hand
just lift your hand and I’ll call a tow truck for you, and you can go home. No? Well, here’s another hot dog then.”
“We’re almost done. Oh wait, that’s a lie. We have another 150 to go before I have to make another batch.”
“Open up sweetie, here comes another.”
“You know what they call this?” Helga asked as she stroked and lifted Joyce’s damp and wet hair. “‘The Meat Sweats.’ You get it when you’re eating a lot of meat at one sitting. It took you a lot longer than most to get it though. 168, c’mon champ, keep going.”
Joyce felt like she was in a fever-induced nightmare. She had them before since Helga took over and began her relentless eating program. She lost track of time, was barely conscious as she mechanically ate each dog that was pressed to her lips. She soon stopped hearing Helga altogether, and finally fell into a blissful slumber, her stomach nearly at an explosive level of expansion, and two full hot dogs still packed in her mouth.
The next morning she was wakened with jets of warm water on her sweaty and sticky skin as Helga began the arduous task of washing her. This was one of the few comfortable moments Joyce was allowed to have, as Helga was sure to be thorough, but it was also rather luxurious. Helga lowered the cables until Joyce was lying on the padding underneath her, looking and feeling like a whale washed up on the beach.
Helga was keeping her comments to herself, though, as she used soft brushes and hoses and a clean-smelling liquid soap to clean her of yesterday’s activities, using her cyborg strength as well as the pulley system to roll Joyce’s blob-like body over. Helga also took extra time to massage Joyce’s arms, and put the vibrating massager on them to soothe the remaining kinks.
After more than an hour of this, Joyce was rolled onto her back again and hoisted up into her normal position. Helga packed the feeding pump efficiently and attached the lines to her belt again so she could be eye level with Joyce.
“We’re going to give your jaws a bit of a break this morning. This afternoon it’s back to training. OK, open up, breakfast is served,” said Helga as she brought the end of the tube to Joyce’s lips. Joyce knew better than to resist, and instead opened her mouth and relaxed her throat so the self-guiding tube could worm its way down into her stomach. Soon her rumbling stomach was blasted back into near complete fullness and she was allowed to rest again and watch normal TV instead of her own corpulent mass. Helga went about cleaning and straightening the place, packing another meal for a bit later into the feeder.
A bit later came entirely too soon for Joyce as Helga packed the tube down her throat again and filled her up. She removed the tube and sprayed Joyce’s jowls with the tingling spray. “Next meal, lots of hot dogs. Be ready,” was all she said as she went to the kitchenette and began preparing the dogs.
Joyce sighed heavily, marveling as she occasionally did at how freely she could breathe despite the near half ton she had gained in such a short time. She dozed off to the sound of hot dog packages tearing open and the dogs being dropping into water. Helga let her rest quite awhile and more, she wanted her to be extra hungry. It wasn’t until early evening that the next phase would begin.
Joyce woke to find herself facing a different part of the room. She hadn’t moved, was just turned, but for the first time in a long time she felt alone. The TV was off and she didn’t see or hear Helga at all, and the kitchenette was behind her (she assumed). Worst of all, she had a feeling she was rarely allowed to feel; she was hungry. Her stomach was empty and rumbling, her hands idly roaming the surface of her belly with their limited mobility.
She tried in vain to turn her head. Ineffectual and embarrassing grunts came from her mouth as she tried to do the simple task of merely looking over her shoulder, but it was no use. For all she knew she was alone, and as before an opportunity might be here to escape, there was no chance of that. Before she was barely able to walk. Now, if someone put a phone just out of reach, she’d be helpless to call for help. She struggled and grunted, only managing to shake and shift and quiver her blubber.
“Helga!” she called out in despair and fear. “Helga are you there?! Helga! Please answer me!” Moments of silence were broken by the staccato sound of Helga’s dagger-like stiletto heels walking around the suspended mass of Joyce’s body. Joyce could tell she was in front of her now, but could not see past her belly. There was another pause as Helga must have taken a few steps back so that Joyce could just barely see Helga’s sneering face peeking over the top of her belly.
“Dependence,” was all Helga said. Long seconds passed before she spoke again. “That’s the phase you’re in now, Joyce. Prisoners and hostages go through a number of phases during their captivity. Resistance and denial are two of them. My favorite phase is this one - dependence. Do you know what it means?” Joyce snuffled and shook her jowled face as a tear ran down her cheek.
“It means that you’re more afraid of my absence than my presence. When I’m here, you know I’ll take care of you, feed you, wash you, tend to you. Sure, I’ll boss you around and belittle you. I’ll take liberties now and then. I’ll make you fatter than you or even Carlos dreamed possible, all of which I’m sure you’re afraid of. But, I’ll be here. When I’m not here though
you don’t even want to think about it
especially when you’re hungry, this was a little test. All I did was turn you around and stand behind you and you had a panic attack when you woke up. Interesting isn’t it? You don’t believe me?”
Joyce said nothing; she didn’t want to believe it. Helga shrugged her shoulders. “Fair enough. Well, I’d like a night on the town; I think I’ve earned it. I left some food for you on the counter, help yourself.” Helga began walking away.
Joyce was shocked. She couldn’t just leave! She was hungry, no - she was starving, even after those two huge pumpings she'd had earlier! Helga’s footsteps were getting further away, but she was out of sight shortly after she started walking in the first place. Joyce had to decide quickly. Go a night without eating? She didn’t think she’d ever have one again, and now that she was faced with the possibility she couldn’t accept it.
“No! No, no wait!” Joyce shrieked. She doubled her efforts to turn her head, actually causing the cables to shake and set the whole suspension apparatus aquiver. The footsteps stopped. Tense seconds went by before they started again, coming around to the front of her again. A few more seconds passed and Helga was within sight of Joyce. Helga actually had on a trench coat and car keys in her hand.
“Yes?” was all Helga said as she made of show of sorting through the keys until she found a car key.
could I have something to eat before you go?” Joyce finally mumbled.
“That’s not what I want to hear, Joyce,” Helga said as she tapped her foot impatiently.
I’m really hungry
” Joyce stopped as she saw Helga shrug her shoulders and look like she was about to start walking again. “Wait! Wait
you..?” she finally stammered as more tears ran down her face. Helga stopped and turned, that evil smile returning. Helga made a slight "come on" gesture with her finger.
Nurse Helga!” Joyce finally blurted out. Helga nodded at that and took off the coat. Reaching to a dangling control box, she pressed a button and Joyce started to slowly rotate as the suspension bed turned around.
Joyce was awe struck. The kitchenette and every square inch of surface except for the floor was piled with hot dogs. Yesterday she was told she ate more than 200 hot dogs when both feedings were added together. What she saw here looked to be more than a few times that, she couldn’t even guess at how many there were. She was shocked out of her reverie by Helga’s voice in her ear. She was once again suspended on cables and was dangling right next to her, practically cheek to jowl.
“Here’s the deal, fatty. We’re not stopping until all of that is down the hatch. I don’t care how long it takes; you’re finishing it in one sitting. So help me, you’re eating it all. You understand? I gave you plenty of extra rest; let you get plenty of extra room. This is where you thank me.
"I’ve calculated a pace that we’re going to keep. Every 4 hours, you get a half-hour break. That’s it. The way I’ve got it figured, this is a solid 24 hours of eating. I’ll be helping you the entire time, that’s the important part; with your programming you’ll gobble it all too fast. Every minute you need to be eating something. If you stop or slow for more than a minute, you lose. Consider this training. We’re going to get started now, so get ready.” Helga said as she descended to floor level and maneuvered the already full tray into position and began raising it up to a proper level for Joyce to reach. Joyce swallowed hard at the revelation; this crazy hot dog marathon certainly wasn’t what she expected.
The hot dogs were out of reach, even though they were on the tray, and her arms didn’t automatically reach up to grab them and begin shoveling them in. Helga nodded at the revelation, it confirmed what she suspected. Helga then rose into position herself, perched a bit off to the side in between Joyce and the tray, but not in her way at all. She stuck a small white sticker to Joyce’s cheek.
“When you stop chewing or swallowing for more than 10 seconds we’ll hear a beeping. When it reaches 40 seconds of no chewing it will count down the last 20 seconds. We’re both going to have to pay attention to this, Joyce. I’ll take responsibility in this too, because I want you to succeed. OK, we’re going to start in just a few seconds, get ready
” Helga’s hands reached for a plate on the tray which had 5 dogs. “Set
” Joyce’s hands began rising as her mouth was watering to the point of almost slobbering. “Go!”
Almost at the same time, Joyce’s stomach made a loud rumble as Helga brought the food into reach. Joyce’s hands flew to the food and began their mechanical routine.
“Go!” Helga shouted again as she grabbed the next small plate of hot dogs as Joyce finished the first five in what seemed to be a few bites. “Open!” she commanded to Joyce and she sprayed a jet of cool water from a hose into her mouth to help wash the food down.
Yesterday’s observations had paid off. She had picked up on Joyce’s method of eating. Even though she likely couldn’t change it much, she could work with it. Joyce swallowed the water and a half of a hotdog before starting again.
“More! Faster!” commanded Helga as she pulled the next serving of dogs up. She was already beating yesterday’s time. She was hungry, well rested, and thoroughly motivated. Helga had to watch the pace though. There was no way they could keep this speed going for 24 hours. If they were lucky, maybe two hours, then the rest of it was a careful methodical gorging.
The first full tray of fifty hot dogs was easily consumed. Helga already had the next tray lined up, and not so much as a beep was heard from the sticker on her cheek as she began the second tray of 50 hot dogs in less than 20 minutes of eating.
Helga was now going a bit slower with each smaller plate of food. Even though Joyce had much more room, she would eat till she was almost ready to burst if there was food to be had, like the wife’s tale of a horse being allowed to drink its fill. She would wait until Joyce was definitely finished with all of the dogs and they were down the hatch before bringing up the next serving of five.
By the second tray’s finish, Helga had to take a greater hand in pacing Joyce. She was going strong, but she was going to get full too soon. With what was now the 100+ serving of hot dogs, Helga was only allowing her to eat them two at a time instead of bringing forward a plate of five. Helga was concentrating on the task, while Joyce had floated off onto an eating auto-pilot. She was aware that she was eating, that more and more dogs kept getting put in front of her, but for the most part her mind was lost in its own thoughts, blissfully unaware that she had just eaten 120 hot dogs.
Joyce seemed without care, her systems fixated on their goal. It was Helga that was actually worried. It was Helga’s eyes that may have been bigger than Joyce’s stomach. She needed to recalculate or they’d fail, and this was a contest she had devised! Her own calculations were interrupted for the first time by the beeping of the sticker followed by the urgent grunting of Joyce. She had stopped chewing and swallowing, but it was Helga that was delaying the process, she had lost track and not put the next pair of hot dogs in front of Joyce.
For the first time Helga began to wonder if they were going to make it or not, and also, who was truly dependent on whom.
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