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** Disclaimer: As per the OF ToS all characters within this story are not directly related and are of 18+ years of age. **
Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 11
You try to use the need for release as motivation to continue cramming even more food into your overfilled and overstretched stomach. Half way through a cherry pie you start to nod off while eating. Your chin falls into your flabby chest and you wake yourself. Another bite. It takes so long to chew now. There’s no place to put it! You’ve never felt this full in your whole life. It’s like every inch of your overstretched gut has been filled to the brim. Unable to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep any longer you collapse into your unfinished pie.
You wake yourself with an exceptionally loud snore. When did you start snoring like that, you wonder. Although you feel well rested there’s a heaviness in your movements. The room is dimly lit. You can see that you're surprisingly clean. You’d expected to wake up absolutely covered in smeared food and crumbs. Someone must’ve cleaned you while you slept. The thought of being bathed like that excites you. Instinctually you reach down to touch yourself only to find the damnable chastity belt. You exhale sharply annoyed.
Suddenly the lights dim and you see the massive wall screen illuminate. You see, “Do you want to earn a treat?” scroll across the screen. A robotic voice proceeds to read it out loud. Unsure what it is this machine would like you to do, you simply nod. Again the words scroll across the screen and then the same robotic voice reads it out loud again. Yes, you reply in a shaky voice.
A giant green check mark appears on the screen. You’re unsure if that is to signal that you’ve answered correctly or simply answered at all. In the same fashion a new command appears. It just says Stand. Eventually you’re able to comply after gaining enough momentum to heave yourself off the bed. You can feel that you’re already starting to sweat. The fact that you’re this out of shape only excites you further. You love that you've eaten yourself into a pathetic state.
A new command appears. It says, What are you? Before you can respond, images of your younger self start to flash across the screen. A time before you’d given into your gluttonous urges. The images begin to show side by side comparisons of your current self. You can’t help but gasp as you see just how much weight you’ve put on between then and now. You’re so embarrassed and yet so aroused.
Again the computer asks, What are you? You’re unsure how to answer the question. What does it mean, what are you? You’re you! You’re a human. Something keeps you from answering. Are you really still a human? Here you are living like more of a kept swine than a person. You look up towards the screen and answer, I’m a PIG!
You’re greeted by the same green checkmark. A bench slides out of the wall and you sit before being told to. You’re grateful to sit. You’ve eaten yourself into a state where nearly any amount of standing has become uncomfortable. A tube falls from the ceiling startling you. The computer issues another command, FEED.
You take the tube into your mouth and begin to suck. A thick gooey liquid begins to slowly flow from the tube. It tastes like heaven! You can’t help squeal in delight like the pig you truly are. It’s chocolatey, creamy, and oh so rich. It tastes like you’re getting fatter with every gulp.
The liquid is so tasty that you begin to fall into sub space. Mindlessly you suck down thousands upon thousands of calories. It’s not until you’re on the verge of being sick that you snap out of it. Again the sensation of being barely able to breath. Your overfilled stomach pushing against your lungs. Unable to catch your breath you sit there uncomfortably panting. You feel that post glut stupor coming over you. As you nod out you almost fall off the bench. Your bulk knocking off your center of gravity. You need to make it back into bed. Sooooo full… soooo tired…
After what seemed like an eternity you’re able to rock yourself into a standing position. You’re covered in sweat. You can’t catch your breath. You’re hyperventilating as you fall back into bed. Too tired to stay away you fall asleep on your stomach. Your poor bloated overfilled gut is paining from the pressure being exerted upon it. You’re too tired to move your bulky bod.
You’re awoken by the computer once again speaking. Who are you?, it asks. How do you answer?
