Dealer's Choice - Psycho-Pass WG - Part 04

Food rushed down Akane’s mouth like a human garbage disposal as she felt her belly stretch to its maximum. If she hadn’t already been fattened up a little beforehand, she would never have been able to accomplish such a feat. The numbers on the scale beneath her gradually continued to climb, mostly from the raw weight of food now resting within her overstretched belly which grew rounder and fuller by the second.

When the final piece had been emptied off the display and the last plate had been scraped clean, the burly guards returned to quickly undo all her straps and extract the tubing. Akane, far too full to speak or even defend herself, simply flopped back against the couch, her enormous, rounded belly bulging straight outward. Her huge belly rumbled and rolled as though it were alive as an ominous quaking shook the stage.

Akane’s eyes widened as she let loose a most unladylike belch and practically exploded with fat in all directions. In almost an instant, she practically doubled in size faster than anyone could notice. The digital scale went from two hundred and thirty nine to five hundred and ninety faster than anyone could even realize. She belched again, this time growing fatter more steadily rather than in bursts. The straps which had been forgotten around her ankles burst off like gunshots, reflexively causing the crowd to recoil. Her uniform was in tatters and gave way with a mighty tearing noise as her dominator rolled out of its holster and far out of the reach of her chubby fingers.

Men and women watched with morbid interest as she continued to gain beyond anything anyone had ever seen. Akane was already well beyond the ability to move under her own power as her once dainty arms and legs were swallowed by tree trunks and over inflated inner tubes of blubber. The numbers on the scale rocketed upwards at an alarming rate of ten to fifteen pounds every few seconds.

Six-hundred, six-hundred and fifteen, six-hundred and thirty, six-hundred and fifty, six hundred and eighty, SEVEN HUNDRED!

Akane’s lips began to purse as her cheeks grew more blubbery, paralyzed with fear as she watched herself billow out as she was unable to stop herself. Her breasts flopped out to the size of overstuffed pillows and lay upon her enormous gut which sagged well off the chair and onto the ground. It looked more like a half inflated weather balloon as it forced her flabby legs apart and overlapped their cellulite-stricken surface. Her neck disappeared in a cascade of double and triple chins as her youthful features were swallowed up by weight and her arms were forced out to the side atop the rolls of fat which accumulated underneath her armpits.

And she just kept getting fatter.