Feederism Short Stories

Facility

Thomas woke up in the almost blindingly white room.

He had signed up for as a participant for an experiment, that promised free food. All he had to do was stay a day or two in this room.

He had stayed in it last night, but hadn't looked around the room before falling asleep.

Now that he looked around, it was... interesting.

In the middle of the room, basically taking up all the space, was a mattress (with sheets, blankets, and a pillow, of course). Though, it wasn't very big. The room wasn't either.

The walls were sort of like mattresses, they were soft and you could push in on them.

He noticed a security camera up in one of the corners. It had a small LED on it, currently green. Probably meant it was recording.

Suddenly, a tablet appeared. It was inside of the wall, only the screen being visible. It was at the top of the room though, out of reach.

The screen slowly moved down the wall, until it was about eye level with him.

It turned on, and there was one button. It read 'Start Experiment'.

Thomas stared at it for a second, before hesitantly pressing it.

A clear tube decended from the ceiling, stopping when it was in front of Thomas.

The screen changed to an instructions screen. It basically told Thomas to put the tube into his mouth, and wait.

He turned to the tube, and did what the screen said, a bit confused.

Shortly after, he watched as a thick, chocolate-y liquid slowly went through the tube and into his mouth.

It tasted delicious... He drank and drank the liquid until the tube stopped providing the liquid, and ascended back into the ceiling.

He looked back at the screen. It told him to lay back down.

He did, and the screen shut off. So did the lights.

He started to fall asleep pretty quickly, the 'food' in his stomach making him tired.

×

Thomas was woken up by the tube decending again and poking him.

He put the tube into his mouth like eariler and felt more of the liquid flow into his mouth and down his throat.

It continued to flow, not stopping even after 10 whole minutes.

But, even as he seemed to grow bigger with every mouthful, Thomas wasn't getting full at all. He could feel all of the liquid in his stomach, but his stomach seemed to have no limit.

He glanced at the screen. There was a timer, and a button to stop the tube.

Thomas just closed his eyes, losing track of time.

Suddenly, without pressing the button, the tube stopped and ascended back into the ceiling. Thomas frowned, turning to the screen.

The timer was at exactly thirty minutes. There was an alert on the screen, saying that he had reached the time limit for this experiment.

Thomas huffed out of annoyance. He looked down at his giant belly. Or, well, looked forward. It had grown so much, that sitting down, he didn't even have to look down to see his belly. He didn't even feel a bit full. Just heavy. It wasn't painful, either.

The lights and screen turned off again.

He slowly began to drift off again.

×

He woke up after a while, the lights and screen turning on. He went to sit up, but he realized he couldn't move his arm. Only his hand.

He looked around, and realized, there was fat. Everywhere. His fat.

All of that liquid from yesterday had converted to fat. His body filled up the entire room, pressing against the flexible walls.

He couldn't move his arms or his legs. Only his hands, feet, and head... everything else was weighed down from hundreds of pounds of fat.

The tube descended from the ceiling, shoving itself into Thomas's mouth. He couldn't do anything to stop it as the liquid poured down his throat again.

This time, the liquid seemed to be even thicker, and it seemed to instantly digest, making him fill up the room even more.

This was his life now. He couldn't move. He didn't have control under anything. He was just, a giant, fat filled blob, in a room where nobody could help him.