by audipwr87 » Fri Nov 16, 2018 9:11 am
***CHAPTER EIGHT***
Mr. Fisk looked around for Pamela's husband. So where is Mr. Crawford? I thought for sure he would see you off." He asked genuinely curious.
"Ah I don't really give a shit... he's an asshole." Was all she said as she walked towards the limousine. Another thought entered her mind that made her sad. "And maybe he doesn't give a shit about me anymore either..." A single tear rolled down her cheek at the sudden realization.
She did still truly love him... she was just very frustrated with what was happening to her and that it seemed like she had no control over it either...
She would have to apologize to her husband who she still loved so dearly. She knew he was only trying to help...
But her apology would have to wait until she returned home the next day...
Mr. Fisk opened the door for her. She was hit with a wave of delicious and sugary smelling goodness.
Without hesitation she climbed right in and planted her plump ass in her usual seat.
The limousine sped off down the street...
The one thing neither Mr. Fisk or Pamela noticed was Jim running out from the house towards the street. "Damnit... I didn't want her to leave like that... I should've just apologized and told her how much I love her..."
He watched the limo disappear into the distance as he slowly made his way back into the house with his head hung low.
Mr. Fisk was taking in the obvious changes that had occured to Pamela over the last week that she had been home. It appeared as if she had truly started to lose her old self and just accepted her new station in life...
He was hoping that she would give in this time...
He had surprised her once again with stacks upon stacks and boxes and boxes of assorted donuts and treats.
Thank god he had decided to surprise her with fattening treats again because she instantly gave into her cravings instead of fighting against them like she had previously done.
She shoved whole donuts into her mouth and ate them in one single bite not really caring about dropping icing or filling onto her clothes. She was just simply depressed... and she found that when she was down, she ate... alot... it seemed as if the more weight she gained, the more depressed she became snd the depressed she became the more she ate... it was a viscous cycle.
"Well my my my... it's nice to see that you're finally starting to embrace your new life." Mr. Fisk said happily.
Pamela swallowed her fifth donut. "Well why the fuck should I even fight it anymore? My husband hates my fat ass and what I'm becoming, I gain weight regardless of whether or not i fuckin work out and i feel like im losing myself a little bit at a fucking time so tell me... why should i care... why should i fuckin try?!? Its all just a waste of energy and time that i don't fuckin have!"
Mr. Fisk was even a bit shocked at her sudden outburst.
The rest of the car ride to Mr. Fisk's mansion was a quiet one. One reason was because Mr. Fisk was just admiring his handiwork thus far. But the main reason being that Pamela simply kept stuffing donuts into her mouth... She was an eating machine when she let go of her tribulations. Just as soon as she would swallow one donut, she would stuff her mouth with another and another and another...
All that could be heard was loud chewing along with heavy breathing. She was like a woman possessed...
By the time they had reached his mansion, she had polished off two dozen doughnuts and she showed no signs of slowing down...
But once the car had stopped moving Pamela had seemed to snap out of the trance like state that she was in... She threw the empty box down on the floor of the limo. "What the fuck was I just doing??..."
Mr. Fisk studied her closely... it seemed as if when she waited too long in between eating or starved herself on purpose she would focus solely on any food in front of her... and annihilate it...
"Well here we are at your favorite place in the world..." Mr. Fisk said sarcastically.
Pamela rolled her eyes. "Oh woo fuckin hoo! I can't wait to see what you have in store for me this time..." she said returning the sarcasm.
Mr. Fisk opened the car door for her and let her out.
She slowly crawled out of the car and lazily walked towards the front of his mansion.
"So are we heading straight back to the lab as usual?"
Mr. Fisk shook his head in a negative motion. He had some new tricks up his sleeve...
"Well first off... I want you to put your old outfit back on..." he said handing it to her.
"B-bb-ut I could barely fit in it over a week ago..." Pamela said with sadness and disgust.
"Oh nonsense... just go put them on..."
Pamela did as she was told and slipped into the nearest bathroom. The yoga pants were the hardest part. She started inching them up her legs. They slid up her calves easily. But once she reached her thicker thighs, she met some resistance. She tugged and pulled til the wasteband got stuck under her flabby ass. She had to resort to jumping up and down repeatedly feeling her whole body quiver. She finally managed to stuff her whole lower half into her pants. But not without putting a few more generous tears and runs in them. Her flesh poked out of each and every hole generously.
Her top slid on much easier but her larger breasts stretched the top giving her a generous amount of cleavage. The bottom hem of her shirt was a whole nother story. It was resting lazily on top of her slightly flabby midsection. She looked at herself in the mirror and let out a small sigh of disbelief. She looked so disgusting now...
She exited the bathroom and slowly approached Mr. Fisk. "Okay, are you happy? What's next?..." she was afraid to ask...
"I actually have a couple surprizes for you. If you would be so kind as to follow me..."
"Oh shit... what does your twisted fucking mind have in store for me now??"
"You'll see... you may think it's crazy at first but trust me... you'll start to enjoy it after awhile."
She did as she was told and followed him into a part of the house that she hadn't seen before. The library...
He walked over towards a wall sconce and pulled on it to reveal a long stretching passage way that led to another secret room.
The room was massive... It was larger than her own living room. Actually nearly double the size as a matter of fact.
In it was a ninety inch flat screen tv with every game console ever made, a collection of erotic novels and a large california king sized bed.
Mr. Fisk pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. A large stainless steel bed slowly lowered from the ceiling.
But once the bed reached eye level, Pamela could see that someone rather large was strapped down to the bed...
It was Claire!... and she had an apparatus on her head much like the one Pamela had used in the past. Not only that, but she was dressed in an identical outfit which consisted of massive black yoga pants and a red tank top.
Pamela ran up to Claire as quickly as she could to make sure she was okay. "Are you okay Claire?"
Claire was fully alert. "Ugh yeah... but like what the fuck is going on Pamela?!? What are you doing here?!? Hell... what am I like doing here?!?"
"It's a long fuckin story... maybe I can fill you in on everything after Mr. Fisk is done with us..." Pamela tried to comfort her.
"Fuck the last thing I like remember is uhh finishin up my shift at the restaurant and walkin out to my car... everythin went totally black after that..."
Mr. Fisk had a creepy smile painted on his face. "You know, it's funny... It's been my plan from the start to pick your old high school friend up for this part of your transformation... then you just so happen to run into her at breakfast..."
...what a small world."
Pamela approached Mr. Fisk.
"Holy Fuck!! What are you going to do to Claire you sick bastard?!?"
"Well Claire isn't the one who should be worried my dear Pamela... We're actually helping her out to become a better person... it should be you who's worried..."
Uh oh... Pamela didn't like the sound of that... "Wh...what are you going to do to me?"
"Well we've studied everyone around you... your family, your friends old and new... absolutely everyone... and it just so happens that our dear Claire here has a deep dark secret..."
Pamela looked at her friend and then back at Mr. Fisk. "And what is that deep dark secret?"
Claire is a feedee..."
"Wh...whats a feedee?" Pamela asked not liking how it sounded.
Claire looked away in embarrassment...
"Well go ahead and tell her Claire..." Mr. Fisk said, a maniacal smirk forming on his face.
"It's like, where someone gets erotic pleasure out of stuffing themselves or like being fed to their total limits, someone who like totally enjoys gaining weight and getting fat on purpose..."
Pamela put two and two together. "Oh fuck no..." something else hit her though. "But when i saw you earlier this week, you said you had lost fifteen pounds..."
Claire blushed. "I truly have... you see, Peter like broke up with me because he was done with the whole weight gain thing... he wanted to live a healthy life style and I didn't want to y'know, change..."
Mr. Fisk cleared his throat out of annoyance of being interrupted.
"Do you remember how thin Claire was back in high school?" Mr. Fisk asked.
Pamela nodded. "Yeah I remember how fuckin jealous I was that she could eat whatever the fuck she wanted and not gain a single god damn pound!" She said angrily.
Mr. Fisk continued on. "And don't you think it was a bit strange that she blew up all of a sudden when she met her boyfriend Peter during your guys' Sophomore year?"
Pamela's eyes bulged out of her head at the sudden realization...
"Peter was a feeder? Peter fucking did that to you?"
Claire nodded. "Yes he did... but at the same time I wanted him to..."
Pamela didn't understand. "You wanted him to make you into some big fat fuckin whale?"
Claire shuddered at being called names like that...
Pamela continued her little rant. "So you ruined your perfect body to become a massive ball of lard..." she said with digust.
Claire rubbed her thighs together. "Mhmm... Peter opened my eyes to what I like, totally wanted in life."
Pamela's eyes bulged out from her sudden realization.
"Ah I see you're figuring it out aren't you Pamela??"
"Fuck you..." was all Pamela could think of to say.
"Haha that's right!!" Mr. Fisk pressed another button and a second bed dropped down from the ceiling. On it laid a duplicate of the apparatus that was already attached to Claire's head.
"What we're going to do is transfer her erotic kink to you... and in turn once this first transformation is over she will despise anything to do with being unhealthy... being fat, gaining weight, eating fatty foods... her opinions will basically mirror your own hatred for being fat..."
A single tear rolled down Claire's soft cheek. "No..." she didn't want to lose her love of eating... it was part of who she was...
"Oh you're a sick fucker..." Pamela said through gritted teeth.
Mr. Fisk continued. "Yes you can only eat fattening foods, yes you have an insanely strong appetite, you despise exercise and yes you're more out of shape than you've ever been...
But there is still one puzzle piece missing...
"What... I'm not fuckin gaining quickly enough for you... you piece of human garbage??"
Mr. Fisk smirked. "What is missing is your love and want to stuff yourself silly..."
"You are seriously fuckin warped." Pamela growled.
But Mr. Fisk ignored her. "Your desire to eat so much that you are near bursting and actually love it..."
"NO!! I WILL NEVER FUCKING LOVE IT!" Pamela screamed aloud.
Mr. Fisk carried on. "Your want to gain insane amounts of weight..."
Pamela screamed more. "NOOOO!!!!"
"To enjoy the feeling of yourself getting fatter... thats right..." Mr. Fisk finished with a disturbing smile.
All Pamela could do is cry softly and whimper.
Mr. Fisk grinned. "Oh and did I mention that Claire enjoys humiliation too so whenever you belittle her or call her names, you're just turning her on... Thats something you'll be getting of hers too..."
Pamela shook her head. This was just too much to handle... she started thinking that this was some kind of sick nightmare...
"If you would be so kind as to lay on the second bed and attach the apparatus to your head, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Please Mr. Fisk... haven't I fucking done enough bullshit for you?"
Mr. Fisk held his index finger to his mouth. "Be quiet or I can make it so much worse for you. That's a promise..."
Even being in the current situation Pamela was in she had one more question to ask. "What will become of Claire?"
Claire looked over in her direction silently crying.
"Oh she will be just fine my dear... She will wake up back in her own cozy bed. Her memories of this place, and anything to do with it will be wiped from her memory forever."
And not to worry... "Your memory of her ever being here or what transpired here today will be wiped as well."
Pamela nodded slowly and walked over to the bed opposite of Claire's. She did as she was told and laid down on the second bed. She looked over at Claire who was already looking at her. All she could do is mouth the words. "I'm like, sooo sorry..."
One of Mr. Fisk's scientists threw the switch.
Pamela's eyes clamped shut.
She started dreaming...
She was back out at her old high school's softball field. She was seeing herself in third person.
She was her original thin athletic self again!
The bases were loaded and she was up to bat... here came a fastball and...
KABOOOOM! The ball went soaring through the air.
It was a homerun!
Pamela started jogging at a decent pace towards first base. Her foot stepped on first base and her first base coach handed her a slice of pizza for some reason. "Way to go bam bam Pam!" Without question, she started scarfing it down and her jogging considerably slowed down. Her thighs and ass fleshed out significantly and began rubbing together, jiggling with each stride she took. A look of disgust formed on her face from the sensation.
She made it to second base and the umpire welcomed her with a big juicy bacon cheeseburger. She snatched it out of his hands and wolfed it down in just a few bites. Her belly and breasts exploded with fat and began jostling about uncontrollably. "You gotta run faster than that plump pam!" Her jog slowed to a fast paced walk. Pamela's look of disgust transformed to a look of slight enjoyment.
She started to struggle halfway to third base and finally reached it after what felt like an eternity. Her third base coach handed her a box of a dozen doughnuts. "I don't even know why you're on this team... your fatass can't even jog..." He smacked her on her ass sending ripples through her whole body as it flooded with fat. Looking at herself she guessed that she weighed somewhere in the realm of four hundred pounds. Her fast paced walk became a very slow waddle. Her slight look of enjoyment turned to a look of utter lust. Her pussy was sopping wet.
She struggled to move one foot in front of the other. It felt as though she had no energy and home plate was miles away.... She was gasping for air and moaning with each exhale. Being so out of shape was just such a turn on... After what felt like an eternity she had reached home plate and a very thin model-esque Claire was there holding a cake with lit numbered candles on top reading "500". "Congratulations you gluttonous pig, on reaching a quarter of a ton... You disgust me..." Pamela blew out the candles and buried her face in the cake having an orgasm as she did so...
Claire was in her dream state now... She looked down and saw that she was actually on a running track with Pamela. They were both dressed in their workout attire and had begun to run around the track.
Pamela was obviously the faster of the two and she raced ahead from the start while Claire struggled behind her waddling at a snails pace.
Claire was reaching the first corner of the track and noticed that her ex boyfriend Peter was there holding a bottle of water. "You need to pick up the pace hun! You're really falling behind!" Claire didnt say anything, she just grabbed the bottled water and chugged it down. Very subtlety her fat rolls began to shrink in on themselves and her pace quickened to a fast walk.
She found that she wasnt breathing nearly as hard as she rounded the second corner of the track. Another person was stationed there holding a salad for her. It was Pamela's Jim... "You're doing really well Claire! Keep it up!" He said as he handed her the salad. She ate a few bites and a burning sensation surged through her body. Her muscles quivered and sprung into action along with more fat vanishing from her frame. She had begun to actually jog at a slow but steady pace.
She also noticed something else... she was closing in on Pamela...
This only pushed her to jog even harder. She was only twenty feet behind Pamela now. She reached the third corner and her ex boyfriend Peter was there again. This time he had a protein shake for her. "I'm so proud of you babe!" She tipped the glass up to down the green concoction and when she brought the glass back down Jim had replaced Peter. "Wow baby I can't believe the progress you've made! You're nearly to your goal!!" Her slow jog turned into a near sprint as more fat melted away from her body leaving a firm chisled body in it's wake. She had never felt better... She looked up to see where she thought Pamela would be but all she could see was the wobbly backside of a near four hundred pound fat-assed tub of lard who was struggling to even jog.
"Get out of my way you lazy sack of shit!" She found herself saying as she passed the mystery woman. Once she had passed her she realized something... it was Pamela!! Claire turned around and started running backwards in front of Pamela so she could talk with her. "You know, you are one sorry excuse of a fucking cow!" Pamela was red faced and drenched in sweat. Every single part of her was quaking with each step she took. Mmmm I know... isn't it great?" She moaned out. Claire just shook her head. "You're lucky I'm nice enough to be your friend given how lazy you are and everything..."
They were about to reach the finish line...
A thick cloud encased them both as they crossed. An echoing sound of Pamela's voice reached through the fog "Oh like really? I thought you like hate everything I am and everything I do??" The fog cleared just as soon as Pamela uttered the final sentence. Claire was treated to a vision of a red faced five hundred pound Pamela. Claire shook her head and said one last thing...
"You know... you're absolutley right... "
They both awoke simultaneously from their first transformation with completely altered outlooks...