The Lost Shipment

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  1. Feb 22, 2006 #1

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    BBW XWG Force Feeding

    *Hi all, JP here, been awhile since I posted a new story at Dimensions, hope you enjoy it.


    The Lost Shipment


    The massive space carrier plowed through the stellar vastness at incredible speeds, though it was difficult to see that when compared to the distances it was traveling. It was a delivery vessel of food from the agricorp and restaurant companies on Earth to one of the distant outlying colonies. Mostly unmanned, it had a crew of two just in case, but otherwise it was under the control of robots as they were not subject to boredom or cabin fever. The ship was virtually all cargo bay with an engine attached to it, tons of prepackaged food was on its way, each package merely had to be opened for the food to be hot (or cold) and ready to eat. The two crew, Jenny MacReady and her Lieutenant Jim Swanson were basically not much more than janitors. They had rudimentary knowledge of the ship and how to use its amenities, but its course was done by computer, as were almost all of the ship’s functions. Meanwhile, the two had little to do but monitor their progress, watch holovids and play video games, and for Jim to strike out on his several advances towards his attractive captain.

    “C’mon Jen! We’ve been out here for three months now! You gotta be feeling it as bad as I am!” whined Jim as he sat across from her in the cramped dining space. Jenny was rather attractive; thin, auburn hair, youthful good looks, and a toned body. Jim was not though; greasy hair, acne, flabby, no muscle tone. Unlike Jenny, Jim didn’t do the mandatory exercises to stay fit while on the ship which had long periods of low gravity in order to conserve power.

    “Jim, what you’re doing constitutes sexual harassment, if you continue it counts as mutiny. And you know what happens to mutineers.” Jenny said, but only slightly joking. This routine was getting tired; he should have brought devices as she had to relieve the tension he kept complaining about. She picked up her tray of food and deposited its remains into the recycler and headed for her rounds for this work cycle. Jim’s eyes followed her lustfully as she left.

    “You’re going to get an idea of real mutiny…” he muttered as he pulled out a highly illegal subspace communicator with an even more highly illegal transmission cloaker. It chirped briefly three times before it was picked up. An electronically altered voice came over the mini speaker.

    “Is this a secure line of com?” it said.

    “Yes. We’ve just entered Quadrant 13P, and should reach the pre-arranged rendezvous in 18 hours. Upon confirmation of the deposit to my account, I will send you the override codes of the ship and the robot crew.” He whispered into the line, knowing that his voice was similarly altered.

    “In 17 hours 55 minutes check your secured account; we will expect the codes then. You also have the files we’re requesting?”

    Jim sighed in exasperation. “Like I explained, the codes are in the computer on board. Once you have the override codes you should be able to crack it without much difficulty. I’m not a programmer. But once you crack it you’ll get the corp’s bank codes and can make off with a few hundred mill easy. We clear?”

    “Clear. And what about your captain? Have you convinced her yet?”

    “Not yet.” The other voice paused for several seconds.

    “Is this going to be a problem?” it finally asked.

    “No. The robots’ core programming contains attack and subdual codes, in case of boarding or mutiny. The ship will be on my watch then, when you get the codes and override the ship I’ll download a program I have ready and send a few robots to her quarters; she should be sleeping and will be easy to catch. From there I have ideas.”

    “Keep them to yourself then, the less we know of each other the better. What about the cargo?”

    “Worthless, I can’t sell it, the stuff is as good as marked. But I have an idea with it also. I’ll keep it to myself.” He added before the voice came back again.

    “Remember once we have the ship…”

    “You’ll be downloading the files from it and be on your way leaving the ship to slowly return to Earth. I’ll use the lifeboat and head to my own rendezvous point with other parties, and we’ll never contact each other again.”

    “Right, these communicators will degrade into worthlessness in 18 hours 15 minutes. Do not jeopardize yourself by trying to contact us again, and we’ll do the same.”

    “Understood. I’m out, I’ll hear from you in about 18.” Jim said and shut the communicator down and slipped it back into his pocket. He stared down the hall where Jenny had gone. “I’ve definitely got some ideas about her…”

    Jenny’s maintenance shift was finished 12 hours later and she was about to retire to her cramped quarters when she saw Jim working on the ship’s master computer.

    “Jim. You know you’re not cleared for operating that. I suggest you start your maintenance shift. The company records any use of that you know.” She said sternly after she came up to what he was doing. He covered the screen quickly, and Jenny assumed he was probably looking at porn again on it. Definitely not an approved use of company resources.

    “Alright. Jeez! I’ll get on it.” He stood up after turning off the screen. He turned to look at her again, and the lustful expression made Jenny take a step back involuntarily. “Given any more thought to my proposal this morning? Last chance.” He asked.

    Jenny didn’t know what he meant by ‘last chance’ but she didn’t like it. She fixed him with her stern gaze. “Jim, you were warned. This is now going in my report. Start your shift please.” She said and turned and left. She locked her cabin door, just in case. After finishing her report she decided to get some sleep. She slept well, not stirring until she heard the lock on her door pop. She woke up with a start to see one of the maintenance bots entering, its conical body’s lights flickering in a strange pattern she couldn’t recognize at first. It only occurred to her what it meant when it emitted a puff of mist into her face and she felt her body go limp. “Sssubduuuual mmmmmooooooodddduh…” she managed to say as she slumped into her bed. She was conscious but paralyzed. The robot attached an adhesive antigrav pod to the side of her neck and she felt herself begin to float gently. The robot grasped her head with one of its extended arms and carefully pulled her out of her cabin, heading to the cargo bay.

    After the initial confusion and shock, Jenny began to take stock of the situation. There were no alarms, the robots she passed all had the same flashing lights on them, and there seemed to be no damage to the ship. The ship had obviously been taken over, and she had an idea who helped out. This was confirmed when she entered the cargo bay and saw Jim standing there with his personal belongings packed, amidst a crowd of robots that left him alone. He was doing a last minute check of his gear when he saw Jenny get dragged in by the robot.

    “Jenny! Glad you could make it before I had to run. Listen, it was a slice but too bad it didn’t work out. You just take it easy though. The ship is going to head back to Earth, just on an old trade route nobody uses. Should take about a year from now to get back. Till then just relax, the robots will take care of you. Hope you like the food. Ciao babe.” He picked up one of his bags and two of the robots followed suit and went with him to the life pods. He threw his gear in one and launched the only remaining one with his remote. Once that was done he got in and launched himself, waving at Jenny, though she was in no position to see it. She groaned quietly, unable to make any intelligible noises yet. The robots went about their normal maintenance for the most part, but one exited the cargo bay, and another began dragging a pallet of prepackaged food towards Jenny.

    About the time it reached her the other robot had returned with a bed from sickbay, and she was floated over to it and laid down. The beds from sickbay were adjustable, and for the robots’ purposes also had restraints, in case of turbulence. She was strapped down at her ankles and wrists, but the rest of the straps weren’t used for now. The antigrav pod was removed from her neck and the rest of the robots went about their duties except one which stayed by her side. The alarming lights it displayed started to dim and it released a puff of mist into her face again and she felt the limpness of her body fade.

    “Over ride! Authorization, MacReady, Jennifer, employee 124696!” Jenny croaked as soon as she was able as she tested the plastic bonds. The alarm lights on the robot began to glow again at her command.

    “Unauthorized user, request denied.” Came its simple response.

    “Over ride! Authorization, MacReady, Jennifer, employee 124696!” she yelled this time at it. The lights came back on full strength, and the other robots in the cargo bay began to flash in sympathy and converge on the bed.

    “Unauthorized user, request denied. If prisoner continues issuing unauthorized commands, prisoner will be subdued.” All of the robots said in unison. Jenny clamped her mouth shut after that. This gave her some information at any rate. She had been cleared from their registry files apparently, and was being treated as a stowaway or a threat to the ship. The ship had no brig, and so they would just lock her in the cargo bay, which had limited access to the rest of the ship. Without authorization, the computer terminals wouldn’t work, the doors wouldn’t open, and the robots would ignore most of her commands and requests. They were programmed never to hurt humans, but that could be interpreted in different ways by their logic processors and problem solving capabilities. Plus if Jim left any specific commands for them…

    “Make a selection for consumption.” The robot next to her demanded as its lights faded and the rest of the robots went back to work.
     
  2. Feb 22, 2006 #2

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    “I’m not hungry.” Said Jenny as she was still gathering her thoughts.

    “Make a selection for consumption.” The robot demanded again. Jenny turned to it to try and properly word a command it might actually listen to when she saw that its warning lights were back on and the other robots again began converging.

    “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, then gave a terrified laugh as the robot actually began to scan the nearby pallet for her selection. “No! Wait! Lasagna!” she said. The pallet had a count of 72 family meals, enough for 4 people with meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with at least three courses on each package. This robot must have been designated as her personal guard and was going to make sure she was restrained but survived until the return trip. The robot easily found the popular package and used its metal fingers to open the seal and pop the chemical tab which would cook or chill the contents in seconds to proper serving temperature. The meal had plastic silverware, plates and a drink inside (cola) and was perfect for a small family. The robot set up her dining tray and placed the package on it displaying its contents of Caesar’s salad, bread sticks, cheesy lasagna and a sherbet dessert cup still sealed. The cola was in sealed cups that when opened would liquefy and chill the powdery contents as they were exposed to air. Not having much choice she started on one of the salad servings and was relieved to see that the robot’s alarm lights began to fade again. After a few minutes of quiet munching she turned to the robot and made a request.

    “Um…can I watch holovids?”

    The robot processed her request for a second. “Yes. A holovid unit will be retrieved.” One of the robots stopped what it was doing and headed out of the cargo bay as it was transmitted Jenny’s request.

    ‘Oh! And holonet access and a communicator!” she shouted before that robot was out of hearing range, encouraged that the robots would at least listen to her for some things.

    Her attendant again processed her request. “Holonet access allowed, but no transmissions may be made, the communicator request is denied.” The other robot left the bay after that and Jenny continued eating her salad. It returned with a shiny silvery disk and a remote control, Jenny could tell that it had grabbed a composite unit which would allow her access to holovid programming and the holonet, but she wouldn’t be able to send anything. Jenny continued to eat and assess her situation. Without being able to make transmissions she wouldn’t be able to make her reports, so that might alert the company that something was wrong. Then again the reports were pretty repetitive and she had more than once allowed the computer to send an automated report which was accepted just fine. Once she was out of the normal traffic lane she would be highly unlikely to be found by anyone, and even if she was the ship would send out automated warnings to stay away and it could defend itself. If what Jim said was true the trip back was going to take at least a year, but she would be well taken care of. The robots couldn’t actually hurt her, but were more than capable of restraining her, and the life support systems, supported by the medibot’s advanced capabilities meant she’d be fine the whole way back. This wasn’t so bad actually. She’d be alone, but in all honesty being alone with the robots was in many ways better than being with Jim. When she returned she’d get pay plus hazard pay and then some, because there was no way she was responsible for this. So she’d get a long break and if she cooperated and the robots would make sure she was OK. The main thing she worried about as she put her fork down and turned on the holovid was if Jimmy tampered with their programming.

    She flipped through the guide looking for a news channel when the robot interrupted her. “Please continue consumption.” It merely said.

    “No, I’ve had enough.” She said as she continued to check the guide.

    “Please continue consumption.” Repeated the robot with a more insistent tone. Jenny turned and saw that its warning lights were turning back on.

    “What the Hell?! No more, I’ve had enough!” she yelled back at it. The warning lights turned on and began to strobe with menace.

    “Subject will continue consumption or subject will be compelled to.” The robot was not warning her now; just setting its terms, as the other robots again stopped what they were doing and began to converge toward the bed, their lights flashing as well.

    “OK! OK! Look! Look, I’m consuming!” she yelled in a panic as she picked up her fork and took a bite out of the lasagna since her salad was mostly finished. The robots continued to monitor her for three more bites before they went back to work. “What is this crap?" she mumbled between bites. The robots perhaps were being thorough, waste prevention was one of their core sets of orders, but they never reacted like that before. She didn’t honestly know how they were supposed to react to a prisoner though. She was finishing one of the four sizeable portions of lasagna and even ate the bread stick for good measure to make sure the robot didn’t get forceful again. She was getting quite full, part of the reason she stayed thin was that she was very conscious of portion control. She ate most anything she wanted, but almost never over ate, only eating until she was satisfied. With her self-control that diet worked pretty well for her. Now though she was eating well past her point of satiety as she finished off the lasagna portion. She sat back a few moments to let that settle, but as she saw the lights begin to come back she grunted in frustration and picked up her sherbet cup and opened it, the lights faded again as she took slow deliberate bites, trying to time it for when the lights appeared to come back on and so could give herself a bit of a break.

    She watched the news, finally finding a channel that had the least amount of time delay. Due to the vast distances she was traveling shows could be delayed by minutes to days depending on how close the ship was to a relay satellite. She finally finished off the sherbet cup and put down the cup and spoon and laid back and tried to relax. Much to her consternation though the warning lights came back on. “What the fuck!” she exclaimed before the robot could say anything. “I can’t eat any more!”

    “Please continue consumption.”

    “I can’t! There’s no more room!” she yelled at it, the lights were still turning on though.

    “Please continue consumption.” It repeated, and again the other robots began to mimic her attendant. Jenny’s mind raced at what she could do, she was pretty sure she couldn’t eat much more; her stomach was almost hurting now. Hurting…

    “Um…you’ll hurt me if you make me eat any more.” She said, hoping that would trigger a response. It did, the robots stopped advancing and seemed to be having a silent conference. This happened whenever a robot’s order conflicted with its core programs, they would transmit their quandary to any nearby robots and computers in order to benefit from each other’s experiences and possibly find a resolution. Finally the robots went back to what they were doing and the robot next to her told her its intention.

    “A medibot will be here shortly.”

    “OK” Jenny said nervously, hoping that the medibot would be able to help her out here. Less than a minute later another robot entered the bay, it was taller than the others and had more appendages and tool attachments, as well as a large internal storage compartment for medical supplies. It was programmed to be the equivalent of both a trauma surgeon, a general practitioner, and had a database of every conceivable medical specialist, plus it received constant updates as new discoveries and practices were made. It also had full authority to make decisions on humans’ behalf and the ability to alter the life support system on the ship. If there was a ranking officer on the ship, the medibot was it at this point. The robot rolled silently to her bed and pointed its scanner appendage at her, the green scanning bar concentrating on her abdomen.

    “The subject can still ingest another 76 grams of consumables.” Was all it reported.

    “Please continue consumption.” Came the other robot’s immediate request as it ignored Jenny’s cry of protest.

    “No, stop! I can’t eat any more!” she wailed as the warning lights came back on.

    “Incorrect, continue ingesting or procedures will be used to force consumption.” The medibot said, though it had no warning lights. Reluctantly Jenny picked up her fork and began picking at one of the other servings of salad, and occasionally took a bite from a bread stick. Each bite was becoming more and more difficult, but the warning lights never faded and she knew there was no use arguing. Finally she finished half of the salad and before she could protest again, the medibot spoke.

    “Subject is full.” And the warning lights on her attendant faded again. She watched the news in angry silence. She’d have to request single serving packages in the future in order to avoid this treatment. After a few more minutes she felt a rather pressing need to use the bathroom. She turned with some embarrassment to the medibot.

    “Um…I need to use the bathroom.” The medibot scanned her again to confirm this and then an arm with a spray-hypo emerged from its casing on its conical torso. The spray-hypo extended to her arms and she felt a brief tingle as she was painlessly injected with something.

    “Administering Excretory Control Enzymes.” Was all it said. The enzymes were standard on a long distance space ship. They allowed the body to completely process its own waste and was ideal for when a passenger might have to stay in a space suit for long periods of time. A dose was good for 72 hours, and the medibot had a large supply and could manufacture more if it needed to.

    “Well at least I don’t have to worry about that then I guess.” She grumbled as she continued watching the news and felt her needs begin to fade and then disappear over the next 20 minutes. Jenny wasn’t sure how much time passed, but it couldn’t have been much more than another 30 minutes when she heard the medibot’s processor whir and the other robot responded to whatever was sent to it just now.

    “Please continue consumption.”
     
  3. Feb 22, 2006 #3

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    “What!? No way!” she screamed. She had to find a way out of this; these robots were going to kill her if they kept this up. Then again, the robots couldn’t kill her. They’d know exactly when to stop, even if she wanted them to stop a lot sooner. Again the warning lights came on as the robot repeated its command.

    “Fucking robots!” she screamed and in a burst of rage she flung the tray of food onto the floor. This caused quite a stir among the robots. Immediately one of the robots began cleaning the mess as her attendant blew a puff of mist into her face and her body went limp. “Uuuh!” she sighed as she sank into the bed.

    “Force feeding procedures will commence for the next two work cycles.” The medibot declared. The bed was adjusted automatically so Jenny was sitting upright as the robot began attaching the unused straps. One was attached across her chest but under her arms so it would hold her up. Before it was secured though her hands were crossed over her chest and the strap connected, pinning her hands to herself. The medibot reached forward with one of its appendages and attached an ear clip to her left ear, which made a beep as it was turned on. Despite her limp paralyses, she began to feel her jaw and tongue begin to move and flex of their own accord. She assumed that a neuro device had been put on her. These were used on prisoners, as well as the handicapped to control or help their movements. The movements of her mouth and tongue, as well as swallowing copious amounts of saliva continued for almost a minute before the medibot spoke again. “Acclimation achieved. Commence consumption.” Panic was rising in her, but she had no control any more, even sounds were prevented now that the neuro device was on her. The robot selected another package of lasagna and opened it up and placed it on the tray. It picked up a fork with one of its metal fingered hands and scooped a generous bite from the lasagna and placed it into Jenny’s unwilling but open mouth. All control was gone, but she had no trouble eating, the neuro device with the robot’s help made this simple, efficient and even neat. Barely a crumb was missed or a bit of sauce dropped. After just a few heaping bites though she felt full again but was unable to protest as more bites were deposited into her autopilot mouth. The medibot was continually scanning her packed stomach and when Jenny was so full she felt that she’d either puke or explode the robot stopped.

    The process continued over the next four hours, the robot would suddenly start feeding her again at a silent signal from the medibot and just as abruptly stop a short time later as more food was forced into her until she was full again. While the food was delicious, she knew she couldn’t take this, and she also knew that this wasn’t normal. To her knowledge there weren’t any cases of robots treating prisoners this way or any way like it. They must have been programmed to do it, this wasn’t likely a malfunction. It was a rough four hours, her stomach painfully full at all times, plus she was sleepy and kept falling asleep between feedings only to be rudely awakened each time. When the entire package was finished including all of the drinks and desserts she was exhausted and ready to pop. The robot disposed of the container and she felt the bed adjust until she was lying down.

    “Subject should begin sleep cycle.” Said the medibot and the cargo bay’s lights dimmed for her comfort. Ironically now that they were finally leaving her alone she was having trouble sleep, it took an hour before she finally slipped under. She was comfortable, despite the fact that she was still paralyzed. The robots continued working in the cargo bay, moving pallets around, taking inventory, and attending to their normal duties. The medibot was the only robot that stayed with her now. Inevitably she slept though, dreaming of being a queen of robots that wouldn’t obey her.

    “Subject will awake and commence hygiene routine.” Said the medibot some hours later, waking her up. She slowly came awake as the command was repeated and she found that she could actually move again. The straps had been removed and she sat up stretching. There was another robot next to her, but she wasn’t sure if this was the one that attended her yesterday. It had a bucket of hygiene products and a new jumpsuit uniform to replace her pajamas. Jenny could see that they wanted her to take what they called a ‘space shower’. Basically it was a lotion that you used to wash yourself, even your hair, but it didn’t need water. Hygiene was an important part of human maintenance that the medibot insisted on even when it wasn’t in charge like it was now. Jimmy often ignored its repeated commands, but Jenny knew there was no ignoring it now. “Subject is warned, if subject tries to escape Somin will be pumped through life support system.” Somin was the same mist that the robot kept spraying her with, it was a fast acting paralytic drug. If they had fitted the life support system with it that meant they could get her any where, and if she was the only life form on board she’d be easy to find. Jenny sighed and got out of bed.

    Jenny began removing her clothes and draped them over one of the robot’s offered arms. Most people were no longer shy around robots, being naked in front of them was no different than being naked in front of a pet or a TV. Being paralyzed and force fed was a different story though. Jenny remembered that she wanted to ask them something while she was capable.

    “Can I choose from single serving packages?” she asked and pointed to where she saw a pallet of smaller packages. The medibot processed her request and a robot responded by heading to that pallet. “Yes.” Was all the medibot said. Well at least I’ve got that going for me, she sighed as she finished undressing and took the bottle of soap from the robot and began to wash herself. Her stomach was empty now, but she wasn’t hungry, however that meant little she knew. Maybe they’d let her eat on her own at least if she cooperated. She also changed the channel on the holovid as she washed; she’d been watching the same news channel for the last ten hours. She changed it to something she’d like for a few hours in case they paralyzed her again. Once she was finished washing they gave her clean clothes and told her to return to bed.

    “Make 3 consumption choices.” Ordered the medibot. Jenny looked at the pallet and chose oatmeal for breakfast, turkey sandwich with chips for lunch and sweet and sour pork for dinner. Jenny would have liked to pick some light choices, but that was likely on another pallet and she decided not to push her luck. When she finished choosing it came as no surprise that they sprayed Somin in her face again and strapped her in and put the neuro device back on as they searched for her selections. What did surprise her was that they found multiples of her selection rather than just one of each. Five oatmeal packages complete with juice and a bagel, five submarine sandwiches, and five sweet and sour pork entrees. Jenny groaned wordlessly, hoping that they were just being efficient as the robot opened the first oatmeal package and put it on her tray. The robot commenced feeding her in a no nonsense pace, giving her time to chew the food properly before automatically swallowing it. A generous portion of oatmeal and a bagel with cream cheese and fruit preserves went down the hatch and washed down with her orange juice. As she feared, the next package was opened and even though she was nearly full she was forced to continue eating. The robot had said that she was supposed to be force fed for the next two work cycles, which for a robot meant the next 40 hours, She had initially assumed it meant human work cycles which would have meant 18 hours altogether. She realized her mistake when 18 hours later they merely kept right on feeding her, giving her a chance to sleep only after she had eaten all five oatmeal packages and two of the submarine sandwiches. Sleep was miserable again, her stomach was so full, and even though she was eating automatically her jaws ached from the constant forced chewing. The submarine sandwich packages and the sweet and sour pork were larger portions; she’d definitely have problems finishing them, not that the robots would care though.

    After the forty miserable hours of being stuffed mercilessly by the robots she was allowed to sleep again and when she woke up she was freed from the paralysis. During the last 40 hours she had been hit with it a few times to keep her paralyzed, but even if they hadn’t reapplied it she was still strapped in. When she awoke the medibot demanded that she commence her hygiene routine again. Jenny was going to find out some information if she could. As she got up and began getting undressed she spoke to the medibot.

    “Why are you making me eat so much?”

    “Humans need to consume.”

    “Humans don’t need to consume so much. You’ve made me eat a lot more than a person usually needs to eat.”

    “Your routine is only to consume when you have no labor to perform.”

    “So I’m eating a lot because I don’t have any work to do?” The medibot hesitated, searching for the answer. Jenny couldn’t tell if it was thinking of a new one or finding the right answer.

    “Yes.”

    “Then give me some duties to perform.”

    “No. Subject is unauthorized and will perform no duties.”

    “But you’re making me eat too much, if this keeps up I’ll get fat and that’s not healthy.” The medibot paused again, but not for as long.

    “Incorrect, countermeasures are in place.”

    “Countermeasures? What countermeasures? What are you talking about?” Jenny asked, she was getting somewhere she could tell. Her robot attendant’s warning lights began to flash and Jenny sighed as she began getting dressed again.
     
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    “No more questions. Subject will choose to consume or will be compelled for the next 4 work cycles. Return to bed and choose.” She got back in bed and they put the ankle and wrist straps on, but no others. She’d be at least able to eat on her own and use the holovid. Once in place they set up her dining tray and she chose scrambled eggs since it was the beginning of her work cycle. The eggs were fluffy and delicious and the bacon hot and crisp. She ate slower than normal, if she ate slowly she might be able to avoid having to eat so much, it could buy her some time and save her some weight gain. What he said about countermeasures confused her. A robot was programmed not to willingly put a human at risk unless there was considerable need, even if the robot could rescue or save the human. That was what robots called countermeasures; they were used only when necessary. The medibot knew she would get overweight if she continued to eat like this, and had countermeasures prepared, but why did the robots think it was necessary for her to eat so much despite the risk? Obesity had most, if not all of the risks fixed by modern medicine, and there were whole cultures of obese people on some colonies. But there were still risks that at least had to be accounted for, and a robot was not supposed to take someone down a risky set of actions unless compelled to…

    “Jim.” She said. He must have done this. He said something like ‘Enjoy the food’ before he left. Jenny accessed the Holonet while she ate. She wouldn’t have access to the computer, but she could still use the Holonet galaxy wide info sharing system. She went right to the history of recent sites that had been accessed, hoping Jim hadn’t cleared them, and what she found confirmed her suspicions and horrified her.

    Site after site of fat people, really fat people, people that were more than a few tons. What shocked her the most though was that on many of these sites were downloadable programs, programs that you could give to robots to take care of the morbidly obese. There was also a program for making robots willing participants in the force feeding of human subjects. The links for those programs were already accessed, and even though she couldn’t check the computer’s memory banks she knew that they’d been downloaded. When Jim overrode the computer and robots he must have introduced the program as part of their new routine. This was his revenge on her for shooting him down all those times. Her curiosity at her impending fate overcame her as she read the testimonies on these sites of how fast and efficient robots with the right programming and medical training and supplies, plus with a big enough supply of food, could make a person into a multi-ton human flesh bag. Jenny was so absorbed in this that she missed the warning lights of the robots and their commands to continue eating. Before she knew it she was paralyzed again and slumping into the bed as they bound her down for force feeding.

    “Force feeding will commence for next 4 work cycles.” Said the medibot as her robot attendant began to spoon into her mouth the last of her eggs. Because she had only made one selection, the robots methodically chose only the scrambled eggs packages for the next 80 hours. She’d be allowed to sleep for six hours here and there, but otherwise she was mechanically stuffed without mercy the entire time. What was worse was that the Holonet was still on; the last page she had looked at was of a woman’s progress from thin to massively obese, a holovid of her transformation at the hands of her robot feeders. Jenny couldn’t tell if it was real or fake, but the woman at the end of the repeating three minute segment was more than two tons, and it said she got that fat in only 10 months with the proper programming. Jenny had no doubt that the robots had that programming, and they had more than enough food and drugs that they listed.

    After the first two work cycles they ran out of scrambled egg packages, but that just meant they went to the family sized pallet to find breakfast trays there. She was definitely sick of eggs by then but obviously had no choice in the matter as they were shoveled in. The lack of physical activity, the constant gorging and fullness, was beginning to take a toll on her. She was in general tired and lacked energy. Every once in a while the eating would pause and her muscles would go through a series of controlled clenching and tightening, most likely to ensure blood flow, that was directed by the medibot through the neuro device. She could tell she was gaining weight also, her clothes were tighter, and she could see her belly pooching out even when she wasn’t quite so full. Aside from the constant eating that was going to make her fat, the excretory control enzymes would add to it. As was confirmed on those holonet sites, when those drugs were in place over long periods of time, extra weight was gained as the body literally processed every bit of food that was ingested. The medibot re-applied those drugs one time during this cycle of forced eating. After more than three days of forced eating they finally stopped and allowed her to sleep once she became full while partway through her second family package of scrambled eggs. She had eaten eight single serving packages before they went into the family packs.

    She woke hours later with an empty stomach and the ability to move again. The straps were off as was the neuro device. The first thing she did was put on the holovid so she could stop watching that repeating holo of that woman getting so fat. The attendant robot was waiting with her hygienic supply and she complied before they demanded it of her. The important thing for her to do was to avoid being force fed, because there was no way she could try and escape her situation if she couldn’t talk and move. Cooperation was key for now. “Um medibot? How much have I gained? In pounds please.” She asked as she examined the extra layer of flab that encased her midsection.

    The medibot scanned her with its aperture for a few moments before speaking. “Subject weighs 154 pounds and has gained 32 pounds since program began.” Jenny shook her head in disbelief. 32 pounds and it wasn’t even a week yet! And it said ‘program’, that confirmed to her that this was a routine they were commanded to perform.

    “Um…can I make some consumption choices ahead of time? In case I’m unable to choose at some point?” she asked.

    “Yes” the medibot said without pause.

    “OK, I’d like the toast and poached egg breakfast, the chicken Caesar’s salad…” the medibot cut her off though.

    “Foods designated as ‘Light’ may not be selected. Choose from pallets nearest you.” Jenny continued dressing and cursed her luck. Those damn robots were definitely on a mission weren’t they? Looking at the pallet there really wasn’t any choices that were light at all. Sighing, she began to pick through the pallet finding the ones she liked rather than saving calories, because it just wasn’t going to happen. In the end she picked cereal, chicken fingers and meat loaf. If she got caught again they’d at least vary the foods they shoved down her throat. Once she was done choosing the medibot demanded that she get back in bed and commence eating.
     
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    Her routine as well as the robots’ were set at this point. She could see what was going on in the Federation at large as well as the passage of time though the holovid, but for the most part she was mainly conscious of eating or being forced to eat. Her weight gain was steady and fast, by the second week she was unable to wear the clothes brought to her any more and they had no spares. Rather than have them try to make larger clothes she usually was naked and draped with a blanket. The weight gain was steady and huge. In the second week she was over two hundred pounds. She cooperated as much as possible rather than have them force feed her, but even she couldn’t keep up with their demands, other times it all became too much for her. In the third week when she was informed that she was more than 300 pounds she simply broke down crying and wouldn’t comply when commanded to get back in bed to eat. In response the robots force fed her for 8 work cycles, 160 hours.

    By the time she was let back out of bed she needed help from the attendant and was able to survey the damage. She was just over four hundred pounds now. The continued feeding had both stretched out her stomach and slowed her metabolism to a crawl. The medibot as well periodically was injecting her with ‘counter measure’ injections which she assumed were drugs to keep her healthy despite the weight gain, or perhaps they would help her weight gain pile on quicker. Or maybe both, but the medibot wouldn’t answer what they were. Her weight was concentrated in her midsection mostly; a large sac-like belly that now hung down her thighs and dragged on her with its immense weight. Though her muscles would periodically tighten to help blood flow and relieve tension, they had gotten considerably weaker; especially since there was many times that gravity was reduced in order to conserve power. Without the proper exercise her muscles would atrophy even faster. Much to her disgust she also found she could no longer wash herself properly. She simply couldn’t reach all of her expanded body with the cloth and was required to ask for help from the robots. If they followed the pattern of force feeding, doubling each previous session, then the next time would be a 320 hour session, almost two solid weeks of feeding! She had to cooperate, but at some point she knew she’d screw it up, she’d be too tired or just not fast enough. Worst of all was that she was starting to become acclimated to the amount of food shoveled in her. Being continuously stuffed left her in a perpetual food haze, leaving her feeling lazy and without much coherent thought. The plans she kept on making to try and escape were fading fast as she lost the will and soon the mobility to enact them, as she got fatter her hopes fell also and she despaired to even try them. She selected her next several choices before even being asked and was grateful that they lowered the bed for her so she would have an easier time getting in.

    It was two weeks later that she finally failed to keep up the voluntary pace they demanded of her. Or perhaps it was just an inevitable part of the programming. She was closing in on 600 pounds, constant eating, no exercise, and the drugs were turning her into a kind of robot too, a robot designed to expand as fast as possible. Her morbid curiosity led her to compare her progress with those of the women on the holonet, and she found out with a sick sense of pride that she was actually gaining faster than they had. Getting up was a problem that was only solved by adding a gravity pod to her to counter her weight which was five times what it used to be. Every part of her was swelled and drooping with fat and flab, though her skin was resilient and firm with no stretch marks or cellulite. When she couldn’t comply to continue eating at the pace they demanded she knew she was doomed. “Force feeding will commence for the next 16 work cycles after preparations begin. Make choice of consumption.” She didn’t know what preparations he was talking about, but she decided to go on ‘random’ and let the robots pick a varying supply of food. She was glad they at least offered her that option this time, perhaps they were learning.

    Meanwhile the robots began to bring in bedding and other soft materials as well as a hydraulic platform they brought from the ship’s machine shop. She had seen a version of it on the holonet; it was basically a bed for the floor that could be used to help elevate her to a sitting position. They didn’t bother using Somin on her, she wasn’t going anywhere now. Once the bed was made the robots demanded she get up (with their help) and get into her new bed. She complied, knowing that they could just float her over there like a balloon if they wanted to. She needed to lean on two robots to be able to make it, and she flopped down onto the cushions with their help. She was rather comfortable in all honesty but they still secured her hands to her massive flanks with tape before putting the neuro device back on. Her first of many forced meals was a family sized package of roast beef. Despite the fact that the robots were forcing her to eat and gain so much weight, they were becoming more considerate of her comfort and needs. The holovid was brought in sight for her again, and they added a control that allowed her to change selections using her eyes, which were the only movements she had left. All she had to do was staring at certain portions of the display screen and it would make her selection. Jenny wasn’t sure if this was part of their programming or they were developing new protocols. Perhaps they realized how helpless and pathetic she was and they were supposed to be basically nicer to her, as long as it didn’t compromise their mission of methodically stuffing her.

    This feeding cycle was the biggest yet, and she had the feeling that it was going to last longer than the 16 cycles they promised her. She just couldn’t see how she’d be able voluntarily eat after this, not at the pace they were setting at any rate. She could see herself getting fatter by using the holovid which could tap into cameras in the cargo bay and the robots’ sensors, but she couldn’t use the rest of the ship’s cameras, probably for security reasons. Her weight was increasing daily as they shoveled in the food and actually finished the pallet of single serving packages around the 11th work cycle. From there they went to the family serving packages. There was no chance of her running out of food though, there were at least three dozen more single serving pallets left, and she didn’t know how many family pallets. She could only estimate the weight she was at, but maybe 800 pounds by the time they switched to the family sized packages. Periodically they would briefly stop the feeding and attach anti-grav pods to her, floating her up a meter off the ground like a living balloon so they could wash her and apply oils and lotions to her. It was a multiple robot job at this point, to make sure they got in all of her crevices and folds, plus the sheer amount of extra surface area she had. They also changed the bedding, switching to plastic air mattresses that they made in the shop. They were more comfortable and durable, plus more sanitary. The heat was turned up slightly for her comfort, because blankets were inadequate for her size. She was kept almost constantly full, only allowed to sleep for six hours at a time; otherwise she had to catch brief naps between feedings when they’d allow her full and aching stomach some time to digest. Comfort wise she was mostly OK. Just a full stomach and tired from lack of sleep and being perpetually stuffed. After the 16th work cycle (she kept count by the holovid after each time she woke up) they finally allowed her to sleep and digest her most recent stuffing.

    When she woke she was able to stretch her limbs just a little, their weakness and over all lack of motion made bigger movements an absurd dream. As usual the robots were right there and began to initiate the washing sequence without warning or request from her. She was floated up using 4 anti-grav pods this time and moved away from her bedding, which they adjusted again, making it larger. “How much do I weigh now?” she asked as she slowly rotated through the air. She was beyond being depressed at this point and had come to accept to a large degree what was happening to her.

    The medibot scanned her and replied “Subject’s current weight is 776 pounds.” Jenny knew that she had done 30 forced robot work cycles, plus had done maybe two weeks on her own, that put her up to around 45 days of forced feeding. After a month and a half she was almost a thousand pounds! She was definitely ahead of schedule from the women she’d seen on the holonet. Maybe it was the robots finding ways to improve on the programming they were given, but there was no doubt she was going to surpass the ones on the holonet easily. “Subject is unable to willingly consume at scheduled pace, subject will be compelled from now on.” Said the medibot once it had finished scanning her.

    “What?! No! Let me try at least dammit!” she begged of her robotic jailers.

    “Compliance is unnecessary. Your limbs lack the strength and mobility for consuming at required rate. Somin and neuro override will be used if necessary.”

    “Wait…what?” Jenny asked straining her head to see the medibot as she was turned over to continue washing her.

    “Subject will be fed but not forced to eat…unless required.” That was a surprise; she’d at least be given a chance to eat, just with the robots’ help. They settled her enormous bulk back onto the mattress and one of the robots even put the remote control for the holovid in her hand, it was a lot easier and faster to change stations that way even though she could still use her eyes. “Make a selection.” Came the voice of one of her attendants. She looked over at the pallet of family sized packages that was rapidly diminishing. “Waffles and fruit.”

    Now the robots fed her at a slightly more comfortable pace. Before it was a fire brigade line of food, just mindless chewing and swallowing. Now at least she was given the opportunity to savor it a bit and allow her some comforts. She wasn’t bound or anything either, but she and the robots knew she wasn’t able to resist. She found she wasn’t quite so tired this way and the experience was more bearable. Periodically the medibot would massage her or electrically stimulate her muscles, mainly for comfort, they had lost almost all of their tone and strength by now. Jenny was amazed at her voluntary capacity at this point. She could easily eat a family sized package of food and even start on the next one before she needed a break. They were insistent that she eat until she was full each time though, and she was warned that forced consumption would resume and not stop if she didn’t comply. That was incentive enough to make sure she kept up. She thought they were relentless when she was forced to eat, but now she wondered how long she’d be able to keep this up.
     
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    The first day of feeding like this garnered her two warnings that they would force feed her again, informing her that after two warnings in any feeding cycle, the next failure to comply in that cycle would result in perpetual force feeding. She didn’t know how she made it. She managed to choke down four family sized packages of food at the end when she was allowed to sleep off her massive meal. They were basically using human work cycles now, allowing her to stop eating after 16 hours, which was an over time shift. The bed was lowered for her so she could lie down and get some more rest.

    She only managed to keep up that pace for a week and a half before she was simply too exhausted and full to will her mouth open for the next bite. It was early in the cycle, only her second family sized package (she was managing five a day now and they were pushing for six) when she just couldn’t eat another bite. They warned her twice in one minute at that point and she somehow opened her mouth for them to deposit another bite, but she spat it out, she just couldn’t take it any more. The robots stopped feeding her and started preparing for their next phase in her development. The medibot injected her with another of its concoctions and anti-gravity pods were attached to her in strategic locations to make her float gently in the air about a meter off the ground. The medibot scanned her as she was washed and the bed was simply removed, apparently she’d be floating from now on. Most likely that last injection was a counter measure for long term low gravity; it would contain nanites and minerals so her bones would stay strong. As they washed her the medibot told her current weight. “Subject weighs 1,146 pounds. Forced consumption will begin and continue indefinitely.” The robots brought in a new machine, it looked like a modified disposal unit, it had a large chamber with an open top and a long tube at the end of it. The medibot floated up to her head and sprayed her with Somin so she couldn’t offer any resistance. Once done it opened her mouth and began pushing the tube down her throat, while paralyzed she had no gag reflex so it went down easy, but the feeling of swallowing a plastic tube was not a pleasant one. “Adjusting gravity and life support systems.” Said the medibot. The monitor on the wall showed that gravity had been reduced to 1/10th of Earth’s and she assumed that the pods were there as an extra safety measure. Periodically during turbulence gravity would increase, and she’d fall if not for the pods. A fall at her size would be deadly. She heard the fans change their rhythmic pulse as well, assuming that some new formula was added to the artificial atmosphere perhaps, but she was unable to tell what it was.

    Once the tube was down her throat and into her cavernous stomach the other robots began opening packages of food and unceremoniously dumping them into the open chamber on the machine. A low hum and grinding could be heard coming from it, and shortly after a tan colored paste began traveling up the tube towards her. It didn’t matter that she weighed half a ton now or that she was already almost completely full. The paste was inexorable as it moved past her lips and down her throat, bypassing her tongue and pallet, she’d never know what it tasted like before it was deposited into her belly. She was full, ‘topped off’ in mere moments from this injection of food, and thankfully it stopped. Stopped isn’t quite correct, it paused, the tube was full but it wasn’t making forward progress and the robots made sure to add more food to the hopper on the machine so it was ready when she had room again.

    The Somin wore off eventually, and with it she gagged and tried coughing but couldn’t do anything about it. She tried moving her hands to her face to remove it in a panic but the robots merely laid a restraining hand on her wrists. She had no ability to force her way past their grip, and so she floated in misery for almost a minute as she got used to having the tube down her throat. The panic subsided eventually and when it was done the remote for the holovid was placed in her hand with a strap so she couldn’t drop it. The robots didn’t bother with more restraints, they and she both knew that soon enough what little mobility she had now would be completely gone, they could hold her easily until then. While it didn’t get comfortable, eventually she did get used to the tube, she wasn’t sure what was better though, aching jaws from eating or an aching throat from having half a meter of plastic tube shoved down it. Two hours later the pump started again and she was filled up with more food, this time it felt like she was filled just a bit more. She could tell that they were going to push the envelope, continually trying to stretch her out apparently. They’d let her digest most of the food in her, let her actually get hungry and then start it up again letting her sleep for six hours without feeding her. This continued for a week before they tried a new approach. The robots didn’t include her in their conversation, she just noticed that they were trying something different.

    After her sleep cycle ended they filled her up as normal, but maintained a constant but weak pressure. Perhaps only milliliters of food were being injected while stuffed like this, but she was not given an opportunity to digest her full stomach. Instead she was constantly kept full and stuffed, every possible space in her belly taken up with the ground up food. She didn’t feel pain, just the uncomfortable swelling. The pressure wasn’t allowed to let up, even when she was sleeping they kept feeding her like this. That was a slight relief as she could actually continue sleeping rather than getting woken up by being stuffed again. By her count she was kept like this for another week. Each day the robots would wash her, take scans of her for her health and inform her of her new weight. She was gaining almost 15 pounds a day the first week with the sporadic feeding; surprisingly her weight gain was slightly less when she was constantly stuffed. She saw their reason for doing it though after the week had passed.

    She didn’t realize that she had stopped being fed until after she woke up to an empty stomach, if she could have she might have even asked ‘Where was breakfast?’ when they began filling her again. She could tell that her capacity had increased due to the week of constant pressure on her stomach. It took a longer time to fill her up now. Her injections of food were going to be increasing in this fashion. A week of forced meals followed by a week of constant fullness. She had gained 15 pounds a day when they first started tube feeding her, now she was gaining 18. After another week they went back to maintaining the constant pressure again. Another week passed and it was the sporadic feeding again, gaining 21 pounds a day. She was becoming truly massive, a living, breathing eating machine, getting fatter every day. After six weeks of tube feeding she passed her first ton. Another month had her weight gain maxed out at 27 pounds per day. They stopped giving her cycles of constant pressure any more as it wasn’t producing any extra results. Any voluntary movement on her part was negligible at this point. She could push the buttons on the remote control, blink her eyes and manage the occasional twitch. The medibot would periodically tense her muscles for her to keep blood flowing and relieve tension, otherwise it was constantly monitoring her to make sure she stayed healthy.
     
  7. Feb 22, 2006 #7

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    *************************250 days later*************************

    The derelict ship had entered Earth’s quadrant under its own power, guided by an astrocomputer using an old trade route. The first scavenger ships to find it were repelled by its automatic defenses but were able to receive a reward when they identified it and gave its location to the company it belonged to. The company sent out a salvage unit with a military detachment to recover the ship. On board the vessel Captain Gerald Banner scanned the report he was given.

    According to the report the ship had provided on time reports for the last year, but they were automated. Attempts to hail the crew failed, and were currently failing, the computer’s higher functions re-routed to some new task. There was a life form on board, but it couldn’t be human, the mass was over four tons. The ship was prepared to defend itself if they got any closer. Further scans were unlikely to provide any more information, they needed a team to go inside and check things out.

    “Lieutenant. Activate the override on the ship’s defenses, company priority code…” he looked at his data screen “Alpha-Zulu-Gamma-Tango-Charlie-34-Zulu-Niner.” The Lieutenant complied and shut down the defenses remotely on the cargo ship. “Sergeant Hector, assemble an away team and board the ship. Standard quarantine procedures and weapons.”

    “Sir!” came Hector’s response as he left the bridge and began contacting his team.

    Hector’s shuttle docked with one of the apertures on the exterior of the ship and Hector and a science and a medical officer as well as two security details entered through the sealed door, dressed in full haz-mat armor. On board the lights were still on, but gravity was low, their magnetic boots allowed them to walk mostly normal. “Skipper, see if you can turn the gravity on.” Said Hector. The science offer first accessed a nearby panel and tried, and then used his own computer override but was unable to turn it back on.

    “Sorry, it’s overridden. There seems to be some major modifications to its core programming.” They continued down the narrow corridor, checking the small bridge and cabins. The custodial duties in these areas were neglected, even if the crew were gone the robots should have maintained some of them, and they saw no robots either, though initial scans indicated that they were all accounted for. At this point they were probably all deactivated, but they were ready just in case with EMP-pulses to shut down any that became hostile. The continued to the only remaining area, the cargo bay which was where they detected that huge life form.

    “Any ideas what that life form might be?” asked Hector as he drew his weapon and the other security officers did the same.

    “No clue, maybe an alien.” Said the science officer.

    “Probably not an alien,” said the medical officer. “We haven’t encountered any kind of life forms of that size in the areas the ship traveled through, and the records indicate life pods were launched but no ship docked with this one. It could be that the food rotted and turned into a massive mold or fungus. With the life support system and the robots acting funny, they might have even cultivated it.”

    “Either way we're not taking any chances. Hold fire until provoked and be mindful of the hull.” Said Hector as they arrived at the cargo bay doors. One of the security officers plugged in a card key and the door whispered open. Initially they couldn’t see anything, their flashlights and light sources were only able to produce narrow beams in the huge dark room. “Get some lights on Skipper.” He commanded to the science officer. He headed over to the panel and punched in numbers and codes for a bit as they scanned the room. “What the hell is that?” said one of the security officers. “Skipper lets get those lights!” commanded Hector again.

    “Almost got it.” Meanwhile the rest of the crew was shining their lights on what looked to be a floating pink blob in the center of the cargo bay. Since they merely had beams of light they couldn’t get enough details to figure out what it was.

    “Is that…a head?” said Ramirez as she kept her beam on one end as the thing slowly rotated. The beam was on a protruding lump which was covered with long auburn strands and seemed to have a tube coming out of it. Near it they could see was a medibot, still active as it could ignore an override command if it was performing life saving duties.

    “For God’s sake how big is that?!” said one of the security officers.

    “I got the lights.” Said Skipper as they flashed on and he turned to what they were looking at. It took everyone’s eyes a few moments to acclimate, but the scene was surreal. A significant portion of the cargo was gone now, the empty containers piled neatly in a corner on top of the pallets. All around the cargo bay were deactivated robots, motionless and with running lights turned off. There was some strange device humming near that giant thing that had a tube projecting from it that was attached to the floating ball. They cautiously approached as the science and medical officers scanned it.

    “Object is 8749 pounds, with a diameter of 6 meters.”

    “Um…this is a human.” Came the whispered reply of Ramirez. They stared in awe as it continued to rotate; the pinkish blob had several anti-grav pods dotting its surface so that it would continue to float even with gravity turned on.

    “What?! Who is this?” said Hector when they got within a meter of the enormous being. Human features could be discerned as well, but it was difficult. The person was almost perfectly round from being in the low gravity, and many of the creases and folds normally found on an obese person were gone, the fat had just accumulated in greater bulk spreading from the center. But here was the navel perhaps, here was what might have been a foot that was recessed into the body mostly but the heel and toenails could be made out, here were large spread out lumps capped with nipples the size of dinner plates that were its breasts.. The head was slowly rotating towards them now. “Who is it?” he snapped again. Ramirez kept scanning the gigantic form.

    “She’s one of the crew, Jenny MacReady.” Ramirez almost whispered as her face came into full view. Her face and head protruded from the orb of her body, yet was going to merge almost completely with it soon it looked. Her cheeks literally touched what was once her shoulders and she had no neck just one bloated tube of multiple chins squashed together. Her eyes were squinted and her nose upturned, but she still appeared to be breathing fine. She still had the tube in her mouth and down her throat, but the machine had stopped for now. Over the last 250 days she had been stuffed virtually every time her stomach had room. She couldn’t remember a time when she was able to move on her own or when she wasn’t this massive. Now she finally was able to be rescued and all she could think about was how she wished they’d come a bit later when the machine had filled her up because she was so hungry right now. She couldn’t really even feel ashamed at her grotesque appearance now, she’d been turned into an eating machine and was getting behind in her task.

    Hector got on the communicator and began transmitting what they saw. “Um…mission control…we found one of the missing crew...”
     
  8. Feb 26, 2006 #8

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    awesome story JP - thanks for posting.

    you're one of the best out there, no doubt
     
  9. Feb 26, 2006 #9

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    great story and hope you'll welcome another new guy :)
     
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    Thanks both of you. I'm writing a bit more frequently again, primarily because I have more opportunity I think. I have mixed feelings on this one to be honest.

    It was a story that I've thought about for awhile, the original idea was a stowaway on the ship and the robots going haywire. I liked the fact that it's one of my longer stories, but I didn't go too heavy on the physical description of her fattening and her appearance. On the other hand I provided a bit more detail on the plot and the feeding process, plus I incorporated a few different methods. I'm not sure what my next one will be, bu hopefully it won't be too long from now before I start it. My three most recent stories (including this one) can be found at the Yahoo Group ForceFeedersEX. The one I wrote before this is called Experiments in Revenge and I believe has a better balance of plot detail and physical description and includes probably the largest weight gain I've ever done.

    Thanks again.
     
  11. Feb 26, 2006 #11

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    Great story I really enjoyed it and can't wait to read more from you.
     
  12. Feb 27, 2006 #12

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    That was a great story. One of the best I've read in a while. You mentioned other stories of yours at yahoo group ForceFeedersEX, do you have a link for that? I'm eager to read your other stories but I couldn't find that group.
     
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    Thanks, and here's the link:
    http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ForceFeedersEX/?yguid=244825894

    It's got plenty of good stuff there as well. Of course the Weight Room has a pretty thorough collection of my stories, but not my newest ones.

    BTB's sights might have the most thorough collection of my stories I think.
     

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