WARNING: This story contains weight gain.
The faint sound of disturbed metal roused Faith from her slumber. The inviting coolness of her fluffy pillow urged her to stay in bed, but her life experiences had taught her not to ignore the feeling in her gut. She cautiously threw her bed covers aside, and tried to get up and check her environment. But therein lay her first obstacle."Oh, right."
She thought. "I'm fat now."
The last few weeks had been a blur to her. She remembered being abducted by KrugerSec. Then she was taken to a detention facility where she met Amelia. It was because of her that the former Runner was in the state that she was in now.
Faith blinked a few times to clear the sleep from her eyes, her senses alert for any sign of intrusion. She was far from the safety of the hideout and she was knew that she was ill-prepared for a hostile encounter.
Her accommodations were simple and unfamiliar. A neat and soft bed, with only the most basic of bathroom furnishings to speak of. It lacked all of the personality that was found in the city of Glass, but then that was to be expected of a place located in The Greys. This was somewhere that the lower classes were exiled to, and her living conditions were actually a step up from most of the other residents. KrugerSec had shipped her off here, thinking that she was harmless in her current condition. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but they were probably right.
Using the wall for leverage, Faith managed to heave herself off the bed. Purple light shone in through her windows, coming from a neon sign mounted on a building on the opposite side other the street. There was nobody outside that she could see, and the only sounds were coming from steam drains or the scurrying of scavenging rats. She took a step back from the windows, and wondered if perhaps she was getting too paranoid since her capture.
A single mistake had not only taken her slim figure away, but it had robbed her of her lifestyle. She could barely get out of bed without needing a breather, let alone sprint across rooftops like she used to.
A bathroom scale was one of the few "luxuries" that KrugerSec had furnished her apartment with. It's presence served as a constant reminder of her own immensity and to keep her spirits low. She had only dared use it once, with the results working as they had intended. The number 374 was now etched into her mind, and the scales had been stashed away ever since.
In addition to making her so large that she struggled to squeeze her fat butt through doorways, Faith's extra pounds were also a huge drain on her stamina. Her concern was rapidly retreating and she wanted to heed the call of her inviting bed. With one last glance around, she decided that it was nothing after all.
Now that her worry had been eased, Faith collapsed back onto her mattress and waited for her fat body to spread out comfortably. The hold of sleep was starting to take her again, when she heard a sharp whisper come from beside her.
"Faith....Come on, get up."
Faith sprang back out of bed. Or at least she would have if she wasn't weighed down by so much pudge. Instead, she fell over the side in an undignified heap, taking her covers with her.
"Not exactly quiet, are you?" The voice asked.
With some effort, Faith lifted herself up to her feet and stood facing the intruder. There wasn't a lot of light in the room, but she knew that face anywhere.
"Celeste? What are you doing here!?" Faith asked, more worried by her presence than anything.
"I'm here to break you out, obviously." Celeste replied. Her tone was confident, and it conveyed that she thought she was in for an easy assignment.
Rather than explain what had happened, Faith let her bed sheets fall to the floor and she let her fellow Runner drink in the view.
"Jeez Faith, what did they do to you?" Celeste asked in disbelief at what she was seeing.
"They made me fat." Faith stated plainly. "What does it look like?"
"I'd say fat is an understatement." Celeste jeered. "You look like an oversized whale."
"Is that the sort of wit that going to get us out of here?" Faith remarked, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to ignore that they were sinking into her blubbery layers. She was grateful that she had chosen to wear pajamas; they didn't do much, but they did hide some of her rolls underneath it.
"I though we go out through the vents." Celeste said. "But I guess that options off the table now, seeing as your ass wouldn't fit."
"Another word about the size of my ass and you'll be flattened under it." Faith warned her. Despite both being Runners, the pair of them had never much like each other. Faith had always been the better Runner, and there a few that resented that. "Of all people, why did Noah have to send you?"
"There aren't many who would volunteer for a visit to the Greylands, but how could I pass up the opportunity to rescue the great Faith Connors?" Celeste answered. "I just didn't expect this to be even more.... satisfying. The other girls are going to love this when we get back."
we get back." Faith corrected her. "You still haven't told me how we'll be doing that. As you've made painfully aware, I'm not going anywhere in a hurry."
"Then we go slowly." Celeste suggested. "Even at this time of night, street level is out of the question. There's an access tunnel a few blocks from here, we'll just have to find a rooftop route that doesn't require you to jump.... or sprint.... or really anything other than waddling."
"Very funny." Faith retorted. "When I get back into shape, the first thing I'll do is kick your ass."
"Slow down there, tubby. One step at a time." Celeste said mockingly. "Just keep close to me and stay low."
Bearing an irritatingly satisfied smirk on her face, Celeste backed her way out of the apartment with Faith reluctantly in tow. The hallway outside was dimly lit by old fluorescent fixtures on the ceiling; a stark contrast to to sleek architecture and style of the capital city. They crept their way down the hallway and up some stairs the led to the roof. Once outside, Faith took her her first breath of fresh air since her capture.
"We need to head that way." Celeste said, pointing out over the skyline to a large billboard advertising a new line of affordable clothing. "You think you can make it?"
Faith gazed out in search of pathways she could take. Before, there were any number of routes open to her. She could have scaled a nearby office building and slid down it's inclined windows, traveled along a makeshift zipline, or simply wallrun her way from roof to roof. Now however, her Runner's instinct was failing her.
"Just follow me." Celeste sighed, leading the way.
They made slow progress, with Faith struggling to overcome even the smallest obstacle. It was now that she was back in her element, that she truly felt as fat as she looked. As she crawled her way over some ventilation ducts, she caught up to Celeste, who was waiting just ahead.
"Problem?" Faith asked, trying not to let her see how out of breath she was.
"There's no way around this." Celeste replied, indicating the short drop to the next rooftop. "We'll just have to see how much of the old you is still buried underneath all of those layers."
Without waiting for a reply, Celeste leaped down and landed in a controlled roll; beckoning Faith to follow. Taking a short run up that nearly winded her, Faith jumped down after her and tried to compensate for her weight during the roll.RIIIIIIIIIPP!!!!!!
The dreadful sound pierced the silence of the night, and Faith felt a startling waft of cold air waft against her now exposed rear end.
"Did you just....?" Celeste started, before Faith cut her off.
"Not a word." She said, her cheeks burning crimson.
Ignoring the draft seeping through the newly formed split in her pants, Faith kept up with Celeste until the access tunnel's hatch was in sight.
"Ok, we just need to...."
Celeste was interrupted again, this time by the sound of spinning rotors as a KrugerSec drone spun up from the alley below them. It's bright search light shone over them and it's speakers came to life.
"You are under arrest. Stay where you are." The voice commanded.
With a new source of adrenaline flowing through her, Faith sprinted in the opposite direction as fast as her chunky thighs would allow. All around them, powerful beams of light were flaring up and tracking their movements. Doors burst open with KrugerSec foot soldiers pouring out, while the sky filled up with a dozen more drones in just a matter of seconds."There's no way that all of this security is for me."
Faith thought, trying her best to ignore the growing stitch in her side. "They were expecting a rescue attempt, and they were just using me as a lure for more Runners."
Now the her options were greatly diminished, Faith soon ran out of rooftop to run on. She stopped herself on the tip of a low ledge, struggling to keep her balance.
"What are you.....?"
Faith heard her would-be rescuer coming from behind her, but by the time she had turned to look, Celeste had already collided with her back and sent them tumbling off of the roof; falling down a short way with the drones in hot pursuit.
Her extra padding may have broken the worst of Faith's fall, but she wasn't prepared for Celeste to land on her round stomach shortly afterwards.BRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!!
The weight of another woman landing on her belly was enough to force a deep belch up past Faith's lips, with the impact stealing away the last of her energy. The drone swarm hovered above them, illuminating the pair from every angle.
"Don't move!" Came the voice from the speakers.
"Don't worry." Faith muttered, struggling to breathe underneath her burden. "There's not much chance of that...."
They were knocked out and detained, as per the usual routine with Runners. When Faith came to, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach as she found herself in a familiar situation. Wrists and feet bound, and white featureless walls looming around her.
The room looked much the same as it had weeks ago, but a large screen had since been mounted on one of the walls and a white table was placed in the middle of the room. On it was a platter, bearing an enormous chocolate cake. The pieces quickly fell into place when she considered the other key difference.... She wasn't alone.
Celeste was just starting to wake up in a chair on the opposite side of the room. Unlike Faith, she wasn't tied to her chair or restrained in any way at all.
"What is this?" She asked, taking in her surroundings.
Faith was spared her answer, as the screen turned on and the face of Amelia presented itself to them. "This, my dear Celeste, is the solution to the Runner problem." She said. "As you can see with what we've done to Faith, our results speak for themselves."
"You think I'm like her!?" Celeste yelled, getting to her feet and pacing the room angrily. "That I'll just sit back as you stuff me until I'm a fat ass!? Think again."
"Please, Celeste." Amelia continued. "We know the same approach isn't suitable for everyone. I'd like to make you an offer."
"Oh yeah?" Celeste replied. "And what's that!?"
"See that cake over there?" Amelia asked. "I want you to stuff Faith with every last crumb. If you can do that, then we'll let you go. No strings attached."
"And why would I trust a suit like you?" Celeste countered.
"Do you see another option?" Amelia reasoned. "Take the cake, make sure she eats it, and then walk free."
Celeste looked like was wanted to argue back, but the screen turned off and ended their communication. She paced back and forth for a while, before kneeling down beside Faith and cutting out a slice from the cake.
"Better just you than the both of us, right?" She said, trying to justify herself.
"If that makes you feel better...." Faith answered, her reply cut off as the large mound of cake was stuffed into her maw. Thick, gooey chocolate filled her mouth with it's sweet taste, and she couldn't resist it's allure. She could admit that part of it was due to her recently increased fondness for such things, but there was something else at play that she couldn't put her finger on.
"Enjoying the taste, Faith?" Amelia asked, her voice coming from speakers lined all around the room. "If it feels a little familiar, it's because we've mixed in quite a lot of the same substance that you were oh so fond of before. So please, don't try to fight it. You know it's effects better than anyone."
It was true. Faith was already losing the will to resist, and her resolve was only seeping away further with every slice crammed into her.
A hungry gurgle rumbled from her belly, a warning call before she started to expand again. She could feel the pounds piling onto her frame as the cake coursed through her body. Faith's already round belly grew larger still, bulging out from underneath her night clothes and proudly flopping out onto her lap.
"This stuff works fast." Celeste commented, any guilt she had leaving her when she saw what could have happened to her if she had refused.
"Yes, but not so fast that she can't enjoy it, I dare to say." Amelia added. "And don't worry about her restraints. They'll match the rate of her growth and keep her in place."
With her conscience thrown aside, Celeste continued to feed the increasingly rotund Faith, who now accepted her sweet offerings gladly.
With another few slices resting inside her belly, Faith had grown considerably wider. Her flabby butt cheeks had spilled through the hole in her pants, tearing them apart further and oozing over the sides of her chair. For every mouthful of cake, they dropped further and further down until her ass resembled a bean bag chair. Her thick thighs had been reduced to wobbling cones of fat, sticking out from the immensity of her wide waist.
"That extra 70 pounds looks good on her, don't you think?" Amelia mused, clearly enjoying the display.
Faith had already been sporting a second chin, but now a third and forth were growing in, cushioning her head with another few layers of jiggling fat. Her mind was too fogged to truly take in the burgeoning mass that she was becoming, only obediently opening her mouth and chewing when another slice of cake came her way.
Now that most of the cake was inside her, the remaining threads of Faith's pajamas were torn apart as her blubbery body mass was set free. Rolls of juicy fat adorned her middle, growing thicker in proximity to her enormous waist. Her plump butt poured out from every inch of the seat, begging for release so that it could expand even further.
Having long since bust through her night shirt, Faith's JJ-cup boobs rested against her flabby gut in all their naked glory. Each breast was larger than her head and jiggled with even the slightest provocation.
At this point, she was in too much of a food induced coma to care. Once she had finished eating, she let her chubby head sink into the puddle of her neck fat and dozed off as the effects of the cake continued to fatten her.
"Well done Celeste." Amelia announced. "You've helped turn Faith from the star Runner into a fat little piggy. Now it's time for your reward."
Concealed vents opened up along the floor, pouring a steady flow of grey gas into the room. Celeste grabbed the platter and started smashing it against one of the walls, but she passed out before she could do any significant damage.
As the pair awoke once more, they saw that they were still in the same room as before, but their situation had changed for the worse. Amelia was with them, circling around Faith's bulbous form and making her way over to her latest captive.
"We had a deal." Celeste argued, still groggy from the gas. She was sitting on the floor, but her wrists and ankles were bound like Faith had been.
"And I had no incentive to honor it." Amelia replied. "Why would I go through all the trouble of catching another Runner, just to let you go?"
"So, what?" Celeste shouted. "You think I'll submit and eat your damn cake!?"
"As I said before, my dear Celeste." Amelia whispered in her ear. "We know when to take a different approach."
Faith watched as the tank filled with the fattening substance was carted into the room. Unlike the one that had been used on her, this one was easily three times the size. Amelia managed to force the hose into Celeste's mouth with much of a fight, and she looked extremely pleased with herself when she turned on the dial and the tank started to empty. The sludge traveled up the hose and down Celeste's throat. Even now, Faith pitied her for what she was about to go through.
Celeste's cheeks bloated to capacity as she struggled to swallow the slurry fast enough. Already her the seams of her clothes were ripping to make way for her rapidly fattening belly. Every inch of her body was swelling up with pure, jiggling fat, with the majority of it heading into her sofa-sized butt. In a matter of minutes, she had surpassed Faith in size and kept going beyond. By the time that the hose popped out of her mouth, Celeste was an immobile three ton blob of soft, wobbly fat.
"You see, Faith?" Amelia asked, admiring her latest work. "That could so easily have been you. There's something to be said for just going to the extreme, but I think I prefer the slow road that we took with you."
Faith wanted to respond, but all she managed was a slight shuffling of her weight as she provoked a large, gassy burp up her throat.
"Whether you like it or not, you've helped us a great deal today." Amelia continued, patting Faith's soft belly enthusiastically. "We'll ship you back to your new home where you'll find a packed pantry waiting for you. Eat to your hearts content. When the next Runner comes calling, we'll be waiting."