Chapter 3
The little tour that the Landers were getting had been carefully
choreographed by Andrew and Marsha. What was to complete it would certainly have
meaning for Emily and her weight problem. They were heading for the "sty" as it
was called by the folks who supported this area. It was open to overweight,
actually obese, women and men alike. Despite having added thirty pounds in the
past three years to her already plump body, Emily would have been considered a
borderline candidate for this group..
Emily let out a gasp of recognition as soon as she got a look at the
people in this large chamber. Currently it was occupied by five very fat women
and one horribly overweight man. Marsha explained that the man was married to
one of the other women in this session. "This bunch of pigs is literally eating
themselves to death.They have just begun a session that will keep them busy for
the next two weeks. The man hasn't been able to sustain an erection for nearly
two years and nothing we've done to date had changed that. None of the women
have had sex with men, some for as long as ten years; one is approaching her
first anniversary without any cock except the artificial type such as vibrators
and dildos. One of these five, who shall remain nameless, has been having sex
with a large dog for the past two years but even that is not satisfactory as she
continues to grow larger. Most of these people sign up for sessions that may
last from one week to three months."
"Each of these behemoths has lost on average five pounds per week while
here, thanks to our unique approach which features the ingestion of vast
quantities of urine coupled with consuming only food that has already been eaten
and regurgitated by our staff members. All regurgitated food has been previously
aged at least eight hours in its host's stomach, reducing its caloric value
substantially and giving it an acid bite that makes significant consumption
almost impossible, especially when all the liquid intake has an extremely high
acid content as well."
"While away from the facility the clients must adhere to a rigorous
schedule of exercise combined with an approved diet that is prepackaged and
delivered to their homes once a week. Failure to meet the goals of the program
calls for severe punishments. This morning each of the failed members of the
group, all six of them, will be punished for not meeting their goals." As she
spoke a number of slim but fit men and women dressed in rubber and leather
entered the chamber and began separating the clients from each other.
Two of the women were tied down to low benches, their thick legs parted
and pulled beneath the support. Funnels were jammed down their throats and the
contents of a large plastic bucket was poured into them. The two fat women had
no way to stop the pressure that began to grow as their flabby bellies began to
grow even larger. Another of the obese females was hung from her wrists and a
dominatrix stepped off the distance between herself and her target, preparing to
use a bullwhip on her swollen body. Another was placed in a sweat box turned up
to maximum temperature, and as she stewed, a hose was forced down her gullet and
connected to a pumping station that would remove all traces of food within her
belly and then be used to backfill her gut with double distilled urine, so
acidic that it could produce stomach ulcers if it remained in her insides for
more than a day.
The last woman was strapped down on a table having her stomach pumped as
she also received a huge enema. Meanwhile a line of staff members, mostly men,
were beginning to give the two taking the forced urine ingestion some serious
fisting. Finally the grossly overweight man was taking a machine controlled
enema in conjunction with having his stomach pumped out at some very high speed
to add to his discomfort. All the while another female sttaff member was
squeezing his testicles as hard as she could as his eyes bulged from the
terrible pressure she was applying to his family jewels. Marsha smirked and
announced that these fat slobs were going to pay dearly for breaking the rules.
She had planned a little surprise for the sextet that involved some large
animals ranging from dogs to horses, as well as a bout with the electric chair
which had just been set up for their exclusive use. Andrew and Charles could not
help observing Emily's reaction to what was transpiring in this large cell. She
was breathing hard, very hard, and it was obvious from the way she clenched her
hands into fists as she watched the one having the skin whipped off her ass beg
for mercy, that she was empathizing with these people, who nearly resembled
herself.
Later, over a lunch which Emily barely touched, Andrew made the couple
an offer that was very difficult for them to turn down. To Charles he promised
to restore his flagging libido through the use of special procedures that his
company had developed to treat such problems. Naturally he guaranteed to turn
Emily into a firmer, rounded version of her former self, once more a well
padded, shapely, sexy middle-aged woman that any man would be happy to bed. He
promised them more details as well as a schedule once they agreed to enter the
special program that would be supervised directly by them. Charles and Emily
looked at each other and shrugged, before nodding their heads in agreement with
Andrew's plan.
( To be continued)
