Sarah woke in a dark and unfamiliar room. It was featureless, except for a door at her feet and three massive black windows that dominated the other three walls. She was lying down on a metal table in the center of the room. She tried to sit up, but found her body stuck to the table, with only her arms and legs free to move. The next surprise cam when she realized she was changed from her pajamas into her clothes set out for tommorow, a white croptop and a pair of blue jean short-shorts. Her surprise turned to horror, as she flailed and tried to get up, but despite her efforts, proved useless.
She soon calmed herself down and began to more carefully examine her surroundings. On her right side, she found a podium with four buttons on it. They were marked AIR, WATER, and FOOD. Another, more crudely made button, sat aside from the others, and read EXPLANATION. She reached over to the button, paused, and then pushed it down.
A televison screen dropped from the ceiling and a face appeared, a face in a black, blank mask.
"Hello, Sarah," said the blank face.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, slightly scared.
"I've been watching you for years," he replied.
Her lips tightened, and the man must have noticed, because he said, "Don't worry,I know about your... addiction."
"I loved you, Sarah," he said, and that scared her even more. "As I watched you for months and months, I saw what you did on your computer. And soon, I found that I began to enjoy it, and made me love you more."
She squirmed, uncomfortable at the subject.
"But," he added, "the only thing that lessened my thought of you was that you were willing to watch other people do that thing, and unwilling to do it yourself. So I brought you here."
"I brought you here so you can be perfect. Just perfect," he said. "I, uh, modified, your body to make you more perfect. I will explain more tomorrow. But I just hope you know, that I think you'll enjoy this as much as I do."
He looked down, and then readressed the screen. "I'll be back tomorrow. Prepare yourself, Sarah. Good night."
Then the television flicked off, and then the room went totally dark. Sarah lay there in the dark, horrofied at what was waiting for her in the morining, because she knew exactly what was coming. And the part that scared her the most was that she was actually anticipating it.
***
Sarah was woken suddenly by the shining of a bright light. She struggled once again to sit up, and then calmed. The television screen flickered on, and the man in the mask was there.
"Good morning, Sarah. Welcome to day one of our new relationship. As I'm sure you saw yesterday, there are three buttons on the podium to your right, marked AIR, WATER, and FOOD. They will activate a pump, and then, well, you know what happens then. This is how you will recieve all your needs in this form," he said. "The modifications I made to your body are simple. I have altered the acid in your stomach, making it more powerful, but causing it to act slower. This will will keep the substances in your body for longer, and the enhanced acid will prevent you from needing to excrete waste. Your body will now also absorb all liquids taken in, but slowly, so you will not need to urinate, either. Also, I have modifed your skin to be more mallable, and also augmented the capacity of your stomach and bladder, so you can hold more. Now, it is where you take over. You must choose from one of the three buttons. Make your choice. Now enjoy."
He paused, and then added, "Because I know I will."
Sarah turned to the buttons, but then asked, "What happens if I don't?" Ha, I've got him now! she thought.
"Then I will be forced to kill you, and replace you with one of your very few friends."
The thought of someone else being this maniac's slave horrofied her even more. She turned back to the buttons, and then pressed down on FOOD, mostly because she was already kind of hungry.
There was a grinding sound, and a panel in the ceiling opened, and a long, mechanical arm extended down. She squirmed furiously, trying to escape again, realizing what exactly was about to happen. The mechanical arm a rubber cup at the end, and it attached to her face. There was a hiss, and it became fixed to her face. Then there was a whirring sound, and some of the tubes attached to the arm began to shake and expand as something came down. There was a cool slime in her mouth, a taste she instantly recognized.
Chocolate pudding. It was chocolate pudding.
It slipped down her esophagus, and there was tugging inside of her belly. It began to fill, swelling up and out a little, and she felt pressure of the weight on the organs in her abdomen. There was a cramping pain in her belly, as she started to fill up. She looked like she was nine months pregnant with triplets, and it just kept coming down her throat. She pushed down on her belly with her hands, and flailed her legs, but that did nothing. Soon the belly swelled up down near her waist, and pushed her legs out to the side. The short-shorts began to strain on her wasit, as it began to expand also, and soon there was a pop as the button flew and hit the door. The white croptop was pushed up to her breasts, revealing her grossly bloated whale of a belly. Her breasts were being pushed from the pressure in her diaphragm, and she tried to scream, but it only allowed more of the thick dessert to slide down into her belly.
The shorts were now totally worthless, bursted at the seams. The shirt, which was already small for her, was now making her crease in her now massive stomach.
After what seemed to be ages, it stopped, and the arm retracted into the ceiling. She stared in awe in her new overdue-with-sextuplets-belly, rubbing it to relieve some of the pain. There was a creaking sound, and a man walked in and said, " You're quite beautiful, Sarah." This startled her, as she could not see past her man-sized belly. It was so tight, you could see a line running down the middle, as if that would be where she would split in half or burst. The man in the mask walked to one side of her and rubbed her grotesquely bloated stomach with her hand.
"It's beautiful," he whisperes, and his voice shook in rapture. He peeled up the bottom of his mask and licked her belly, and her hands recoiled in horror. He regained his composure, and then placed his hand on her swollen abdomen.
"Good job," he said, and walked back and slammed the door. He reappeared on the TV screen.
There was a pop, and he said, "Go ahead, stand up." She threw her arms up, and she found it lifted her from the table. SHe turned and stood, but stumbled and braced herself on the glass.
"It's so heavy," she gasped. She waddled back to the table and rolled her huge belly up into the air. A hissing sound emitted form the table, and she could no longer get up.
"I know this will be difficult for you at first," said the man in the mask. "But I'm sure you'll come to enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. Now, good night, Sarah." He blew her a kiss, and the television went dark, followed by the other lights. That left her there, stroking her now massive belly, and, despite rational thinking, wanting more.