This choice: Helen gets huge, all according to plan (1) • Go Back... “Oh Han-nah!” Dr. Schwartz chirped chipperly from behind her desk, “I seem to have popped a button from my blouse! Would you be an absolute dear und help me find it?!”
Hannah was a sweating, panting mess. She’d just gotten back from delivering one of Schwartz’s epic meals, carrying it all by herself up through the lobby and holding it all together for god knows how many floors on the elevator. Dr. Schwartz had kept her behind the desk so much lately that her legs weren’t used to it anymore. Her chunky thighs pumped, struggling to support her bloating upper body as her tummy quaked with every step. The familiar smells had overwhelmed her—she knew that all of this was for her boss, but she was so hungry…
“Hfff… okaaaay…” Hannah whined, her eyes bulging at the sight of Helen’s bare naked belly showing for all to see. The lower three buttons had burst right out from her blouse, allowing that pale fleshy stomach to ooze out into her lap, spreading her thick thighs apart. Helen’s unrestrained gut hung between her legs, pouring off of the seat of her office chair. Her double chin creased around her neck, her cheeks burying her features. Dr. Schwartz was becoming buried in that greedy, squishably soft fat…
“Ach, I know, I’m turning into such a piglet.” Dr. Schwartz cupped her stomach with two chubby hands, “What is his name? Porky Pig.”
“Yuh…” Hannah licked her lips, “I… I have to…”
“But you must help me find my buttons!” Dr. Schwartz cried in faux helplessness, giving a falsified but showy, jiggling struggle against her bulk only to remain seated in her chair, “I can fix them if you help me find them, but you do not expect me to walk around with my belly hanging out all day?”
Hannah’s brain bluescreened. Food. Belly. Fat. Schwartz.
“Well, I suppose you are right. We can look after lunch.” Helen smiled devilishly as she kicked her chubby legs until she was back behind her desk, “Come Hannah, eat.”
Hannah smacked her lips and lumbered over. Her loins aching at the sight of her boss’s stomach sloshing freely in her lap. Forkful after forkful, Hannah could only stare at that stomach in silence. She barely noticed the satisfied smirk of a plan coming together on Helen’s round face.
***
By the time Hannah’s internship was over, her goal was completed.
Sitting behind her desk, Dr. Schwartz had nearly doubled her starting weight. She was a big blue-haired ball of belly. It hung low and slapped against her thighs whenever she waddled around her office, burdensomely big and fabulously fleshy. What’s more, she had these chubby little appendages that were being buried from the top, her upperarms wobbled and sagged to bury her elbows, just as her knees were enveloped by the pillowy thigh fat a big round arsch that wobbled and weighed her down from behind. Everything about her had become soft, round, and jovial in appearance. Must have been the German in her. The glasses on her fat face pushed slightly into her round cheeks that rounded and met to melt into a waxing crescent double chin. The corners of her mouth, up until a few minutes ago, had born the breadth of her latest indulgence—more Mexican food went into that tubby little scientist than one might have thought.
In short, Dr. Schwartz had gotten fat. Very, very fat.
But between the psychological manipulation, being caught between two experts in the field, Hannah had paid a very dear price for her meager goals.
“I suppose you are wondering why I have called you here.” Dr. Schwartz spoke in her normal voice, not the pandering one she’d taken to dealing with Hannah since the discovery of her ambitions, “Yes, it is so that I may discuss your internship, but it is also moreso that I may discuss you. Hannah. And what you’ve tried to do here.”
Hannah Hammond, the woman who was once Hannah Hammond, had barely managed to keep ahold of herself throughout this internship. She’d completely fallen apart at the stimulation provided by the devious duo of doctors, falling entirely to seed.
She was a wreck. Her hair was messy, cut into a more manageable length but still somehow unattractive and unkempt. Her clothes were illfitting, simply because she couldn’t keep up with her size anymore. Angry red marks ran up and down her stomach, hips and thighs, evidence of her extreme and rapid expansion from Buttercombe Graduate to R&D Plaything. Her face was always red now, and her synapses had been fried. Between the drugs that McCarthy had been slipping her to increase her appetite and libido and the sexual torture that Dr. Schwartz had been putting her through by pressing on her fetish with all of her weight, Hannah had cracked. She mumbled often, her penchant for creepy eye contact taken care of entirely.
She and Schwartz were almost the same size.
“Hannah, are you aware that I am aware that you tried to drug me?” Helen asked rhetorically, her plump fingers steepling on the desk in front of her, “It’s true—very early into your career here, you attempted to slip a very caustic and highly addictive substance from our lab, called VX-32, into my coffee.”
Hannah’s eyes widened and something between a half-hearted attempt at explaining and an incoherent mumble came out. Helen pressed onward.
“I have done research on you, Fraulein. You’ve left quite the trail of figures in your wake.” Helen chuckled, grabbing a handful of her belly blubber and giving her gut a good shake, “And I suppose that you intended to do the same to me.”
Hannah’s gaze was everywhere, looking around the room like a mental patient. Maybe she’d be one by the time this was over? Helen could only guess.
“Well, despite evidence to the contrary, I want you to know that I’ve done this to myself.” Helen’s expression darkened as her belly settled down, “Independently of you. You have had no more control over me since your internship began than a flea controls the dog he bleeds from.”
The only sound that Hannah made was her manic breathing.
“And do you want to know why I did this to myself, Fraulein?” Helen cocked an eyebrow, “Because I am better than you at what it is you used to do.”
“You are a spoiled child with a need for control, playing Gott with persons because you believe yourself to be above them. Their wants, needs, emotions; they do not matter to you. The only thing that matters to you is that you remain in control.”
Dr. Schwartz took a sip of her tea.
“Und so, I have taken that control away from you.” She said with the utmost gravitas to her voice, “You will no longer feel superior to anyone as you struggle with what it is that I have done to you. That being turned you into the very sort of person you so desperately crave control over.”
“In short, and I suggest that you take these words to heart, do not fuck with me.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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