The next day, I awoke in a metal chair. The belt was no longer strapped to my groin, and the haze of everything had seemed to wear off.
I looked around, noticing that I was in another white room. This time, my arms were strapped down to the chair, as well as my legs. I was still naked. My nipples were proof, hard and pointed from the cold of the room.
I looked up, noticing a hose-like contraption hanging down from the ceiling.
There was a sudden whirring sound as the contraption came to life, slowly lowering itself right in front of me. It moved toward me slowly.
I tried to back my head away from it, but it was no use. It had suctioned itself to my lips, forcing my mouth open. I panicked slightly, but realized soon that I couldn't move. I could only endure what this thing might do.
The machine began pumping its liquid in my mouth. It was sweet, like cream, and came at a steady pace. There was no point in trying to resist it because it was so delicious!
I guzzled down the cream as quickly as it came, enjoying the feeling that came with it. I hadn't realized how hungry I'd been until this moment.
My vision became foggy again, but I didn't mind. The cream made me feel so good. It left a warming sensation throughout my body and my lower abdomen. My breasts felt heavy with pleasure as I drank and drank. My stomach felt tight and full, settling on my thighs as though I were in the earlier stages of pregnancy. My thighs seemed to rub against one another involuntarily now, closing the gap between them.
I kept drinking, not paying any attention to the fact that my butt was beginning to fill the chair entirely now, protruding from any open spaces that it had.
My arms seemed to fill, my fingers plump like fresh pastries. My face felt chubbier too, my cheeks and lips struggling to remain open as I drank down the cream quickly.
The contraption released itself, the flood of cream coming to an end. The straps on my chair gave way, freeing my arms and legs.
I looked at myself in dazed astonishment. Had I always been so big?
I couldn't recall.
I examined my new body, poking my fat legs and grinding my ass against the chair. I could hardly move, my body merely jiggling in response. I giggled, staring at myself in awe.
The woman from earlier came in to examine me soon after. She ran her hands along my body like before, but this time, her hands settled on my plump tummy.
She carefully massaged the soft skin, her hands kneading it as though it were dough. I let out a moan of delight, arching my back as I leaned in to her touch.
Next, the woman took my breasts. I'd been too dazed to really noticed how much larger they'd gotten, resting heavily against my belly. Her hands massaged my breasts gently. They were tender from their growth, aching under her warm touch. I breathed heavily, a mix of exhaustion and pleasure flooding my body. Involuntarily, I panted, my eyelids heavy as she continued to caress my soft body.
I soon fell asleep.
