~BBW, Sci-fi inflation fantasy, ~XWG -- slavery runs amok in the future
Hi, it's JP again. Here's a story I wrote maybe a year ago but I don't think it was posted here. Enjoy!
A line of young men and women waited in a gleaming white hallway, all waiting to enter a room called the 'Clinic' and a very uncertain fate. They were all 18, some even 19, and all were guilty of a very serious crime, being born to the wrong people at the wrong time.
They were considered a drain on a society that had to carefully marshal their resources, they couldn't afford to coddle those that would take but not produce. They had been born into a kind of serfdom, and were now destined for their final fate, often one of toil and drudgery, but sometimes something far stranger, due to the strange tastes of the idle rich. They wore practically without clothes, just a paper garment which covered the front after they received their medical exam.
The line moved rather quickly, they had become very good at processing them, but to the slaves, it was torturous, contemplating what fate awaited them.
Two women huddled close together, obviously sisters, alike enough to mistaken for twins. They were gorgeous, with thin almost frail bodies, flawless skin and long blond hair freshly washed. They were not twins, but were very close, less than a year apart. They had just been picked up together and wondered at their fate as they approached the door, with only 4 people ahead of them, then 3, 2 and finally they were next.
The sliding door opened and the man dressed in starched whites and a computer attached to a compboard) electronic clipboard) stood in the doorway.
"Number 527A. Number 527A. And number 528A, 528A. Step in." this was unusual, they hadn't seen more than one step in before. The girls dared hope that they'd be together whatever their fate.
Still huddled together they stepped forward, arms around each other, their hair hanging down to almost cover their beautiful faces. The room was large and had, to the girls’ eyes, an arcane looking silver screen on one wall, surrounded by lights and buttons and knobs.
The man stepped in behind them and the door shut as well. The girls whimpered to see that they were all alone with this drab man, and completely in his power. They had been implanted with a chip before getting in line, and had already seen what happened when someone tried to run or resist. They became like puppets for whoever was holding one of those boards, so resisting really wasn't an option.
The man looked at them briefly and then gave a curt command. "Stand apart. Quickly."
They whimpered again and unclasped their locked hands and stood apart, dropping their hands and hanging their heads to conceal their faces with their hair. The man sighed in some exasperation and then stepped forward and lifted 527A's chin, she looked up and saw that he held a flexible band in his hand.
"Tie your hair back; we don't want to hide that face. Same with you." he said as he handed her younger sister another band.
The girls with quivering hands tied their hair back into a pony tail, revealing their gorgeous, if frightened faces.
"Excellent. Now, disrobe." The girls looked at each other in panic, and then shook their heads fearfully.
The man sighed again, and pushed a button on the compboard. The girls found their hands out of their control as they reached for the paper collar, and then tore the flimsy cover from them. Their thin but nearly flawless bodies were revealed, hairless from the morning's treatments.
"Wonderful. Face the screen, no more nonsense." he snapped.
The girls only had enough motion control to turn to that silvery screen and they had to keep their hands behind them, despite their desire to cover themselves.
The man hit another button on the board and the screen came to life, revealing a sharp featured woman, in her middle ages. The screen was very large, making her seem like a giant. She looked far more stern than even the man in the room, and even he snapped to attention. Silent tears ran down the girls faces.
"Madam Harding. Two sisters, just as you requested. Unfortunately they aren't twins, but very close in age, only 11 months apart. What do they call those? Irish Twins?"
"I don't care what they call them!" she snapped. "I'm not paying for Irish Twins, just real twins."
The man blanched at that, but then recovered as he saw her consider them with an approving eye.
"They are darling though. So shy too." She said as she saw the girls actually quivering from their fear at this inspection. The girls realized that this must be their future owner. Some were sent to corporations and governments, others to private holders, it all depended on the buyer.
"And so thin! We'll fix that though. Alright I'll take them both at the price we agreed on. Prep the younger one now, the other at the bay."
"Excellent. How much did you say for the little one?" said the man as he went to a nearby wall. He came back with a small tank that had a hose coming from a nozzle on the top of it. He wheeled it right next to 528A's side and then took out an alcohol swab and wiped down her forearm before taking the end of the tube, which had a flat pad on it, and stuck it the crook of her elbow.
"Precisely 800 pounds." said Madam Harding, who licked her lips in anticipation.
The girls really had no idea what the scary woman meant, but got an idea soon enough as the man turned a knob on the tank.
The younger girl felt a cold sensation on her arm from the patch and gasped at the numbness that took over her arm. Fearfully she looked down and saw her arm was blue around the patch. Initially that was all she felt, just coolness at the touch. But soon she felt it spread up her arm and then to her heaving chest, and from there it spread out through her body, a tingling cool sensation. It was actually kind of nice, and she closed her eyes for a moment as the sensation grew stronger. She opened them when she heard a gasp from her older sister.
She turned her head as much as she could and saw the shocked look on her sister's face who somehow managed to croak "Aleena" despite the rigid controls that prevented them from speaking.
She then looked down and saw that her body was changing quite rapidly. Her tiny breasts, once were just buds, were now large and firm, and heavy so that they hung down her small frame. Her hips had widened, and her frail legs were much thicker.
The pitiless woman seemed to reach forward and touch the screen from the other side, and when she did a mirror image of the expanding young woman was produced, obviously so Aleena could better see and appreciate the changes taking her over.
More tears ran down her face as her cheeks became fuller like ripening fruit. With her hair pulled back she and the rest could see all of the bulk as it flowed onto her, and the image on the screen even rotated periodically, showing how her once tiny bottom had become far wider, with a cleft that extended seemingly from the small of her back to the backs of her legs.
The sisters were horrified, but the man and Madam Harding were titillated at the transformation. It was hard to guess how much weight she had already gained in only a few minutes, perhaps more than a hundred pounds. Even with the stiff controls on her, Aleena swayed on her feet from the ponderous bulk that grew larger each second. Her stomach was growing fast now, where before the growth was on her breasts, her hips, and thighs. Her breasts still grew larger, but were rising now, due to her stomach swelling and expanding in all directions. Her arms were thickening, completely round like tubes, and dimples were showing on her baby soft skin. Her face was full, cheeks round, and lips pursed as she swelled, tears falling just as quickly as her sister's who could only watch her.
Minutes later she was fatter than anyone they had ever seen, being born to poverty, very few had weight problems, and Aleena's knees shook at holding up the weight. She was more than three times her old weight, and still gaining.
"Oh she's darling." crowed Madam Harding. "She's ideal for this. We might go a lot further with her in the future." she mused as Aleena's knees finally gave out, and she flopped onto her bottom with a huge slapping sound of flesh and flab.
Sitting down caused the newly acquired fat to gather in large folds, and even though she sat taller than before, she seemed a little squashed. The man turned the dial a bit more, and the weight came faster, though it wasn't as easy to see, she was already so massive. He was looking at the compboard almost as much as her.
"Almost there." he said after another few minutes. The poor girl was gigantic now, and helpless to move. The man had turned off the controls on her, her bulk was so huge she couldn't move if she wanted to. Her hands flapped and flopped helplessly on her belly rolls and mammoth breasts as she wept at her transformation. After another minute the cool sensation on her arm stopped, the tank was apparently empty.
"Excellent." said Madam Harding. "Bring them both to the bay, my ship is there." she said before the screen went blank again.
The man nodded and pointed the compboard at the young but massive girl and turned a dial. With a shudder that sent ripples through her entire body, the girl heaved off the ground to float helplessly like a bubble two feet in the air; he took the patch off her arm and let it drop to the floor.
He then gestured at the older sister with the compboard and she stiffly walked out the door, humiliated that she'd be walking out there naked, but full of pity for her sister who was going to have to endure far more. And she also wondered at her own fate.
The man walked out next and the ponderous balloon of a girl floated along, weeping louder than ever as she heard the gasps from those in line. As an after thought, the man turned her around and kept her eyes open and staring, so she could really appreciate the stares of those in line.
The unusual procession to the docking bay attracted quite a few stares and even a train of people to see what more might happen to the poor girls. Both wept quietly, as the man with the compboard had turned down their verbal abilities. It was a long walk to the bay, and the enormously fattened girl floated along always forced to stare back at those gaping at her condition. She bounced occasionally off people that couldn't get out of the way in time or walls that she floated too close to. She did feel better now that she was floating in that she could breathe easier, but the humiliation over her grotesque transformation was almost more than she could bear, especially to have to be exhibited this way.
Inevitably they came to the huge docking bay, where the interstellar ships parked and unloaded and loaded goods and people. To the girls' despair even more people where here, many with nothing better to do than stare at the spectacle of a beautiful naked girl marching along in front of her hugely fattened sister floating behind like a living balloon.
Soon enough a line of people had formed behind them to see where this was all going. Their destination was eventually reached, an enormous star galleon, red colored and carrying the logos and seals of a prominent noble house from well beyond the Earth's solar system.
The severe Madam Harding was waiting at the landing gear of the ship, and attendants dressed similar to the man who started the procedure were waiting, and to the older sister's astonishment they had not one, but it looked like four or five of those tanks with them that he'd used to swell her sister!
"What took so long?" Madam Harding snapped. "I have a schedule to keep you know, the hyper space window will be closing soon, and then I'd have to wait another week before I could leave again!"
"Sorry Madam. We'll begin right away. How big did you want her to be?" said the man as he began waving to the attendants to come forward with their tanks.
"I'm thinking a ten-to-one ratio is what we're looking for for the project I have in mind." The sisters didn't know what that meant, but had a good idea by the amount of tanks present.
"Excellent. We'll get started right now."
"Not yet. I want a permanent anti-gravity field on her. With that much weight she's going to need it, and I also want to see the affects it would have on her. We've made some interesting projections." said Madam Harding.
The man nodded and took a patch from one of the attendants and stuck it to the girl's arm who could only silently stand as her fate was decided as if she were merely livestock. The patch was cool to her skin and soon began to show affects on her. Her hair was first, it began to rise from her back as if lifted by a breeze, then her arms, despite the strict controls on her, and finally her whole body lifted off the ground slowly.
The man grasped her hand to prevent her from floating away, and fixed a silver elastic bracelet to her wrist. Then he let go, and she stopped floating and just hovered a few feet above the ground. "There. She's experiencing 1/100th Earth's gravity. It also strengthened her bones and the involuntary muscles in her system, which tend to atrophy in low gravity. Her other muscles won't be affected, but she won't be needing them anyway. We're ready to begin."
"Then get on with it." Madam Harding said with some impatience. Aleena was turned to face her sister and see what would happen, and many people with nothing better to do gathered in a crowd around them as the attendants got to work.
The attendants approached with four tanks, each with a hose and patch at the end. They swabbed with alcohol the crooks of each elbow and her inner thighs, and she gasped at the cold sensation. Once that was done they neatly fixed a patch from each tank to those swabbed areas, and made sure they stuck well. They all turned to the man from the clinic, the one in charge, and nodded. He nodded in return, and each attendant turned the knob on their tank as she let out a gasping sob.
She felt intense cold and tingles at the four areas of her body where the patches were stuck and her body stiffened in anticipation of what was about to happen. For the first few seconds nothing apparently was happening. Then there was a sudden, almost explosive, burst of swelling in her breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks. All of them seemed to double in size and more as most of the crowd gasped.
They knew such technology existed, but it was still a rare sight, and a spectacle they all savored. Her body was swelling at an incredible pace, far faster than her sister had, and when the attendants turned the knobs again, faster still. She was already well over one hundred pounds heavier, in just half a minute or less. Her breasts were large and ponderous, floating like bloated sacs in front of her, giving her belly plenty of room as it suddenly swelled outward. Her thin limbs followed suit, thickening at the shoulders and hips then tapering down to her dainty hands and feet. She made strange grunting noises as her face fattened, constraining on her mouth with the swelling of her cheeks and the growth of a double then triple chin.
"Don't make her face much fatter." said Madam Harding. "She'll have trouble breathing, and eventually her eyes would get closed permanently. Plus I want to keep those darling features."
The man nodded and made some adjustments on his compboard. Her face stopped swelling after just another moment or two, looking similar to her bloated sister's; gorged cheeks, pursed lips, and somewhat squinted eyes.
The rest of her body was speeding up though, and she swelled in all directions at the same time. Without gravity to affect her, the fat didn't gather in rolls as it did on her sister. Instead, she expanded all around in steady increasing bulk. Her limbs becoming like cones attached to her round body. Her breasts wide and huge, spreading outward, and seeming to take up more room on her torso than before.
Her sister's breasts were enormous, but flattened a bit on her ponderous belly. In another minute or two she was already comparable in size to her sister, and showed no signs of slowing down. The man nodded to the attendants, and each quickly headed to a cart they had brought with them and brought out still more tanks of the material. The poor girl couldn't see this at all though, her view of things below her was blocked by her bulk and her gigantic breasts. The attendants each brought two more tanks, and all could see that there were more in the cart if they needed them. The attendants took the hoses and fixed them to the trailing hoses of the living blimp, so that her fattening wouldn't be interrupted when the first tanks ran out.
The gathered crowd was awe struck at her sheer size and magnitude. She was surpassing her sister in all degrees as she floated there placidly, getting larger each second.
"1200 pounds." said one of the attendants who was pointing a scanning device at her. She was already 50% heavier than her 800 pound sister, who was just as awe struck as the crowd. The attendants checked the gauges on the tanks, and then twisted the dials on the second set of tanks. In another few seconds the initial tanks were empty, as she still swelled.
She was more and more spherical with each passing minute. Her breasts, while bigger than anything they could have imagined were spreading out over her torso, and more and more seemed to merge with the over all ball shape her body had taken. Her arms and legs also seemed to shrink into her body, with no rolls or creases in her flesh, the influx of fat was filling each and every crevice on her body, pushing it outwards.
"3500 pounds." said the man with the scanner as the third set of tanks were brought forward and set up. She completely dominated the bay at this point, larger than some of the single person crafts that were entering and departing the bay. The crowd was quiet for the most part, only occasionally remarking their amazement. Her circumference was hard to guess at, maybe 10 feet or more easily. Her sister looked positively thin when compared to her, and still she gained. The gain was just as rapid as before, but her overall swelling wasn't as noticeable. Her limbs and breasts continued to merge with the expanding torso, and she grew bigger as each moment went by.
When the third tanks were empty and the fourth set started up without a pause in her inflation the attendant said "6000 pounds".
Her breasts were all but gone now, absorbed into the massive orb of her body, as were her limbs, just plump hands and feet, plus her head on top of the gigantic ball her body had become. Madam Harding was smiling with great approval at her work and even she was amazed at how well this was proceeding. The last tanks emptied in silence as she gained another ton in front of everybody. Her swollen and bloated body floated like a heavenly body in the bay, and when the tanks were detached with some difficulty, and finally needed to get ladders to reach them. She swayed gently but ponderously in the air as they did so, a sphere almost 15 feet around from all sides, with wiggling toes and fingers, and a quietly crying beautiful face.
"8000 pounds." said the attendant to conclude the whole affair.
"Magnificent!" said Madam Harding. "Absolutely magnificent. Quickly put the smaller one next to her, let us see."
The man from the clinic pointed his compboard at the younger and far smaller sister. With a protesting gasp she suddenly flew next to her sister, even bumping into her gigantic girth. There was no comparison. Even though she weighed a huge 800 pounds, her sister was 10 times that weight, and easily concealed her sister from view to watchers on the other side.
"Higher." said Madam Harding. Then Aleena floated higher until she was eye to eye with her sister, though separated by their respective bulk, with close to 18 feet between them. They both cried some more at their sight.
"Adorable. Exactly what I was looking for." said Madam Harding as she clapped her hands, and was soon joined by the large crowd in applause.
"Shall I show you what I intend for them? The display I had in mind?" The crowd shouted a resounding yes. "Alright then, just a taste. Higher the both of them, give them room."
They both floated higher, until they were well over 50 feet above the floor of the bay. Passing ships held their place so they wouldn't hit the huge targets and also to watch the spectacle.
"Begin the orbit." she said simply.
The man made an adjustment or two on his compboard, and the larger sister began to slowly spin, she turned to the right and kept turning, a lazy and slow spin, befitting her size.
A moment later her sister also began to spin, but in a far more erratic pattern. She spun not just to her right, but also end over end, her hair and loose flab flying about her, as she picked up some speed. Then her whole body began to move as well, going around her sister, orbiting her like she was the moon and her sister the earth.
Her orbit was a bit random initially, but straightened after a few passes. She spun around to where the sisters could briefly glance at each other on every pass. The crowd roared in approval again at the bizarre and surreal sight.
Madam Harding allowed the show to go a few minutes more before she said "Alright. That's enough. We have to catch that window. Bring them down and load them into the cargo hold."
There was disappointment in the crowd as the spinning stopped, much to the relief to the dizzy and humiliated girls. They floated gently down, and then were led to the back of the ship, where they entered the only doors to the ship that could possibly fit them, and even then, the larger sister required a bit of navigation to get her through without touching the doors or brushing what little cargo was in there. Once inside they were tethered with cargo straps for their safety as the doors slid shut.
Madam Harding turned to the man from the clinic. "I've already transmitted the money. Let me know if you get another pair like this. I may have some more business for you."
The man nodded and smiled as Madam Harding turned and entered her ship.
Hi, it's JP again. Here's a story I wrote maybe a year ago but I don't think it was posted here. Enjoy!
New Acquisitions
by JP
by JP
A line of young men and women waited in a gleaming white hallway, all waiting to enter a room called the 'Clinic' and a very uncertain fate. They were all 18, some even 19, and all were guilty of a very serious crime, being born to the wrong people at the wrong time.
They were considered a drain on a society that had to carefully marshal their resources, they couldn't afford to coddle those that would take but not produce. They had been born into a kind of serfdom, and were now destined for their final fate, often one of toil and drudgery, but sometimes something far stranger, due to the strange tastes of the idle rich. They wore practically without clothes, just a paper garment which covered the front after they received their medical exam.
The line moved rather quickly, they had become very good at processing them, but to the slaves, it was torturous, contemplating what fate awaited them.
Two women huddled close together, obviously sisters, alike enough to mistaken for twins. They were gorgeous, with thin almost frail bodies, flawless skin and long blond hair freshly washed. They were not twins, but were very close, less than a year apart. They had just been picked up together and wondered at their fate as they approached the door, with only 4 people ahead of them, then 3, 2 and finally they were next.
The sliding door opened and the man dressed in starched whites and a computer attached to a compboard) electronic clipboard) stood in the doorway.
"Number 527A. Number 527A. And number 528A, 528A. Step in." this was unusual, they hadn't seen more than one step in before. The girls dared hope that they'd be together whatever their fate.
Still huddled together they stepped forward, arms around each other, their hair hanging down to almost cover their beautiful faces. The room was large and had, to the girls’ eyes, an arcane looking silver screen on one wall, surrounded by lights and buttons and knobs.
The man stepped in behind them and the door shut as well. The girls whimpered to see that they were all alone with this drab man, and completely in his power. They had been implanted with a chip before getting in line, and had already seen what happened when someone tried to run or resist. They became like puppets for whoever was holding one of those boards, so resisting really wasn't an option.
The man looked at them briefly and then gave a curt command. "Stand apart. Quickly."
They whimpered again and unclasped their locked hands and stood apart, dropping their hands and hanging their heads to conceal their faces with their hair. The man sighed in some exasperation and then stepped forward and lifted 527A's chin, she looked up and saw that he held a flexible band in his hand.
"Tie your hair back; we don't want to hide that face. Same with you." he said as he handed her younger sister another band.
The girls with quivering hands tied their hair back into a pony tail, revealing their gorgeous, if frightened faces.
"Excellent. Now, disrobe." The girls looked at each other in panic, and then shook their heads fearfully.
The man sighed again, and pushed a button on the compboard. The girls found their hands out of their control as they reached for the paper collar, and then tore the flimsy cover from them. Their thin but nearly flawless bodies were revealed, hairless from the morning's treatments.
"Wonderful. Face the screen, no more nonsense." he snapped.
The girls only had enough motion control to turn to that silvery screen and they had to keep their hands behind them, despite their desire to cover themselves.
The man hit another button on the board and the screen came to life, revealing a sharp featured woman, in her middle ages. The screen was very large, making her seem like a giant. She looked far more stern than even the man in the room, and even he snapped to attention. Silent tears ran down the girls faces.
"Madam Harding. Two sisters, just as you requested. Unfortunately they aren't twins, but very close in age, only 11 months apart. What do they call those? Irish Twins?"
"I don't care what they call them!" she snapped. "I'm not paying for Irish Twins, just real twins."
The man blanched at that, but then recovered as he saw her consider them with an approving eye.
"They are darling though. So shy too." She said as she saw the girls actually quivering from their fear at this inspection. The girls realized that this must be their future owner. Some were sent to corporations and governments, others to private holders, it all depended on the buyer.
"And so thin! We'll fix that though. Alright I'll take them both at the price we agreed on. Prep the younger one now, the other at the bay."
"Excellent. How much did you say for the little one?" said the man as he went to a nearby wall. He came back with a small tank that had a hose coming from a nozzle on the top of it. He wheeled it right next to 528A's side and then took out an alcohol swab and wiped down her forearm before taking the end of the tube, which had a flat pad on it, and stuck it the crook of her elbow.
"Precisely 800 pounds." said Madam Harding, who licked her lips in anticipation.
The girls really had no idea what the scary woman meant, but got an idea soon enough as the man turned a knob on the tank.
The younger girl felt a cold sensation on her arm from the patch and gasped at the numbness that took over her arm. Fearfully she looked down and saw her arm was blue around the patch. Initially that was all she felt, just coolness at the touch. But soon she felt it spread up her arm and then to her heaving chest, and from there it spread out through her body, a tingling cool sensation. It was actually kind of nice, and she closed her eyes for a moment as the sensation grew stronger. She opened them when she heard a gasp from her older sister.
She turned her head as much as she could and saw the shocked look on her sister's face who somehow managed to croak "Aleena" despite the rigid controls that prevented them from speaking.
She then looked down and saw that her body was changing quite rapidly. Her tiny breasts, once were just buds, were now large and firm, and heavy so that they hung down her small frame. Her hips had widened, and her frail legs were much thicker.
The pitiless woman seemed to reach forward and touch the screen from the other side, and when she did a mirror image of the expanding young woman was produced, obviously so Aleena could better see and appreciate the changes taking her over.
More tears ran down her face as her cheeks became fuller like ripening fruit. With her hair pulled back she and the rest could see all of the bulk as it flowed onto her, and the image on the screen even rotated periodically, showing how her once tiny bottom had become far wider, with a cleft that extended seemingly from the small of her back to the backs of her legs.
The sisters were horrified, but the man and Madam Harding were titillated at the transformation. It was hard to guess how much weight she had already gained in only a few minutes, perhaps more than a hundred pounds. Even with the stiff controls on her, Aleena swayed on her feet from the ponderous bulk that grew larger each second. Her stomach was growing fast now, where before the growth was on her breasts, her hips, and thighs. Her breasts still grew larger, but were rising now, due to her stomach swelling and expanding in all directions. Her arms were thickening, completely round like tubes, and dimples were showing on her baby soft skin. Her face was full, cheeks round, and lips pursed as she swelled, tears falling just as quickly as her sister's who could only watch her.
Minutes later she was fatter than anyone they had ever seen, being born to poverty, very few had weight problems, and Aleena's knees shook at holding up the weight. She was more than three times her old weight, and still gaining.
"Oh she's darling." crowed Madam Harding. "She's ideal for this. We might go a lot further with her in the future." she mused as Aleena's knees finally gave out, and she flopped onto her bottom with a huge slapping sound of flesh and flab.
Sitting down caused the newly acquired fat to gather in large folds, and even though she sat taller than before, she seemed a little squashed. The man turned the dial a bit more, and the weight came faster, though it wasn't as easy to see, she was already so massive. He was looking at the compboard almost as much as her.
"Almost there." he said after another few minutes. The poor girl was gigantic now, and helpless to move. The man had turned off the controls on her, her bulk was so huge she couldn't move if she wanted to. Her hands flapped and flopped helplessly on her belly rolls and mammoth breasts as she wept at her transformation. After another minute the cool sensation on her arm stopped, the tank was apparently empty.
"Excellent." said Madam Harding. "Bring them both to the bay, my ship is there." she said before the screen went blank again.
The man nodded and pointed the compboard at the young but massive girl and turned a dial. With a shudder that sent ripples through her entire body, the girl heaved off the ground to float helplessly like a bubble two feet in the air; he took the patch off her arm and let it drop to the floor.
He then gestured at the older sister with the compboard and she stiffly walked out the door, humiliated that she'd be walking out there naked, but full of pity for her sister who was going to have to endure far more. And she also wondered at her own fate.
The man walked out next and the ponderous balloon of a girl floated along, weeping louder than ever as she heard the gasps from those in line. As an after thought, the man turned her around and kept her eyes open and staring, so she could really appreciate the stares of those in line.
The unusual procession to the docking bay attracted quite a few stares and even a train of people to see what more might happen to the poor girls. Both wept quietly, as the man with the compboard had turned down their verbal abilities. It was a long walk to the bay, and the enormously fattened girl floated along always forced to stare back at those gaping at her condition. She bounced occasionally off people that couldn't get out of the way in time or walls that she floated too close to. She did feel better now that she was floating in that she could breathe easier, but the humiliation over her grotesque transformation was almost more than she could bear, especially to have to be exhibited this way.
Inevitably they came to the huge docking bay, where the interstellar ships parked and unloaded and loaded goods and people. To the girls' despair even more people where here, many with nothing better to do than stare at the spectacle of a beautiful naked girl marching along in front of her hugely fattened sister floating behind like a living balloon.
Soon enough a line of people had formed behind them to see where this was all going. Their destination was eventually reached, an enormous star galleon, red colored and carrying the logos and seals of a prominent noble house from well beyond the Earth's solar system.
The severe Madam Harding was waiting at the landing gear of the ship, and attendants dressed similar to the man who started the procedure were waiting, and to the older sister's astonishment they had not one, but it looked like four or five of those tanks with them that he'd used to swell her sister!
"What took so long?" Madam Harding snapped. "I have a schedule to keep you know, the hyper space window will be closing soon, and then I'd have to wait another week before I could leave again!"
"Sorry Madam. We'll begin right away. How big did you want her to be?" said the man as he began waving to the attendants to come forward with their tanks.
"I'm thinking a ten-to-one ratio is what we're looking for for the project I have in mind." The sisters didn't know what that meant, but had a good idea by the amount of tanks present.
"Excellent. We'll get started right now."
"Not yet. I want a permanent anti-gravity field on her. With that much weight she's going to need it, and I also want to see the affects it would have on her. We've made some interesting projections." said Madam Harding.
The man nodded and took a patch from one of the attendants and stuck it to the girl's arm who could only silently stand as her fate was decided as if she were merely livestock. The patch was cool to her skin and soon began to show affects on her. Her hair was first, it began to rise from her back as if lifted by a breeze, then her arms, despite the strict controls on her, and finally her whole body lifted off the ground slowly.
The man grasped her hand to prevent her from floating away, and fixed a silver elastic bracelet to her wrist. Then he let go, and she stopped floating and just hovered a few feet above the ground. "There. She's experiencing 1/100th Earth's gravity. It also strengthened her bones and the involuntary muscles in her system, which tend to atrophy in low gravity. Her other muscles won't be affected, but she won't be needing them anyway. We're ready to begin."
"Then get on with it." Madam Harding said with some impatience. Aleena was turned to face her sister and see what would happen, and many people with nothing better to do gathered in a crowd around them as the attendants got to work.
The attendants approached with four tanks, each with a hose and patch at the end. They swabbed with alcohol the crooks of each elbow and her inner thighs, and she gasped at the cold sensation. Once that was done they neatly fixed a patch from each tank to those swabbed areas, and made sure they stuck well. They all turned to the man from the clinic, the one in charge, and nodded. He nodded in return, and each attendant turned the knob on their tank as she let out a gasping sob.
She felt intense cold and tingles at the four areas of her body where the patches were stuck and her body stiffened in anticipation of what was about to happen. For the first few seconds nothing apparently was happening. Then there was a sudden, almost explosive, burst of swelling in her breasts, hips, thighs and buttocks. All of them seemed to double in size and more as most of the crowd gasped.
They knew such technology existed, but it was still a rare sight, and a spectacle they all savored. Her body was swelling at an incredible pace, far faster than her sister had, and when the attendants turned the knobs again, faster still. She was already well over one hundred pounds heavier, in just half a minute or less. Her breasts were large and ponderous, floating like bloated sacs in front of her, giving her belly plenty of room as it suddenly swelled outward. Her thin limbs followed suit, thickening at the shoulders and hips then tapering down to her dainty hands and feet. She made strange grunting noises as her face fattened, constraining on her mouth with the swelling of her cheeks and the growth of a double then triple chin.
"Don't make her face much fatter." said Madam Harding. "She'll have trouble breathing, and eventually her eyes would get closed permanently. Plus I want to keep those darling features."
The man nodded and made some adjustments on his compboard. Her face stopped swelling after just another moment or two, looking similar to her bloated sister's; gorged cheeks, pursed lips, and somewhat squinted eyes.
The rest of her body was speeding up though, and she swelled in all directions at the same time. Without gravity to affect her, the fat didn't gather in rolls as it did on her sister. Instead, she expanded all around in steady increasing bulk. Her limbs becoming like cones attached to her round body. Her breasts wide and huge, spreading outward, and seeming to take up more room on her torso than before.
Her sister's breasts were enormous, but flattened a bit on her ponderous belly. In another minute or two she was already comparable in size to her sister, and showed no signs of slowing down. The man nodded to the attendants, and each quickly headed to a cart they had brought with them and brought out still more tanks of the material. The poor girl couldn't see this at all though, her view of things below her was blocked by her bulk and her gigantic breasts. The attendants each brought two more tanks, and all could see that there were more in the cart if they needed them. The attendants took the hoses and fixed them to the trailing hoses of the living blimp, so that her fattening wouldn't be interrupted when the first tanks ran out.
The gathered crowd was awe struck at her sheer size and magnitude. She was surpassing her sister in all degrees as she floated there placidly, getting larger each second.
"1200 pounds." said one of the attendants who was pointing a scanning device at her. She was already 50% heavier than her 800 pound sister, who was just as awe struck as the crowd. The attendants checked the gauges on the tanks, and then twisted the dials on the second set of tanks. In another few seconds the initial tanks were empty, as she still swelled.
She was more and more spherical with each passing minute. Her breasts, while bigger than anything they could have imagined were spreading out over her torso, and more and more seemed to merge with the over all ball shape her body had taken. Her arms and legs also seemed to shrink into her body, with no rolls or creases in her flesh, the influx of fat was filling each and every crevice on her body, pushing it outwards.
"3500 pounds." said the man with the scanner as the third set of tanks were brought forward and set up. She completely dominated the bay at this point, larger than some of the single person crafts that were entering and departing the bay. The crowd was quiet for the most part, only occasionally remarking their amazement. Her circumference was hard to guess at, maybe 10 feet or more easily. Her sister looked positively thin when compared to her, and still she gained. The gain was just as rapid as before, but her overall swelling wasn't as noticeable. Her limbs and breasts continued to merge with the expanding torso, and she grew bigger as each moment went by.
When the third tanks were empty and the fourth set started up without a pause in her inflation the attendant said "6000 pounds".
Her breasts were all but gone now, absorbed into the massive orb of her body, as were her limbs, just plump hands and feet, plus her head on top of the gigantic ball her body had become. Madam Harding was smiling with great approval at her work and even she was amazed at how well this was proceeding. The last tanks emptied in silence as she gained another ton in front of everybody. Her swollen and bloated body floated like a heavenly body in the bay, and when the tanks were detached with some difficulty, and finally needed to get ladders to reach them. She swayed gently but ponderously in the air as they did so, a sphere almost 15 feet around from all sides, with wiggling toes and fingers, and a quietly crying beautiful face.
"8000 pounds." said the attendant to conclude the whole affair.
"Magnificent!" said Madam Harding. "Absolutely magnificent. Quickly put the smaller one next to her, let us see."
The man from the clinic pointed his compboard at the younger and far smaller sister. With a protesting gasp she suddenly flew next to her sister, even bumping into her gigantic girth. There was no comparison. Even though she weighed a huge 800 pounds, her sister was 10 times that weight, and easily concealed her sister from view to watchers on the other side.
"Higher." said Madam Harding. Then Aleena floated higher until she was eye to eye with her sister, though separated by their respective bulk, with close to 18 feet between them. They both cried some more at their sight.
"Adorable. Exactly what I was looking for." said Madam Harding as she clapped her hands, and was soon joined by the large crowd in applause.
"Shall I show you what I intend for them? The display I had in mind?" The crowd shouted a resounding yes. "Alright then, just a taste. Higher the both of them, give them room."
They both floated higher, until they were well over 50 feet above the floor of the bay. Passing ships held their place so they wouldn't hit the huge targets and also to watch the spectacle.
"Begin the orbit." she said simply.
The man made an adjustment or two on his compboard, and the larger sister began to slowly spin, she turned to the right and kept turning, a lazy and slow spin, befitting her size.
A moment later her sister also began to spin, but in a far more erratic pattern. She spun not just to her right, but also end over end, her hair and loose flab flying about her, as she picked up some speed. Then her whole body began to move as well, going around her sister, orbiting her like she was the moon and her sister the earth.
Her orbit was a bit random initially, but straightened after a few passes. She spun around to where the sisters could briefly glance at each other on every pass. The crowd roared in approval again at the bizarre and surreal sight.
Madam Harding allowed the show to go a few minutes more before she said "Alright. That's enough. We have to catch that window. Bring them down and load them into the cargo hold."
There was disappointment in the crowd as the spinning stopped, much to the relief to the dizzy and humiliated girls. They floated gently down, and then were led to the back of the ship, where they entered the only doors to the ship that could possibly fit them, and even then, the larger sister required a bit of navigation to get her through without touching the doors or brushing what little cargo was in there. Once inside they were tethered with cargo straps for their safety as the doors slid shut.
Madam Harding turned to the man from the clinic. "I've already transmitted the money. Let me know if you get another pair like this. I may have some more business for you."
The man nodded and smiled as Madam Harding turned and entered her ship.
