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(Two women hypnotized, force-fattened, general meanness, feeding machine, surreal/nightmare like)

"What is the meaning of this!?"

Christine Lin's panicked shout was unheeded by the pair of mechanical tendrils that snaked around her voluptuous form, removing her attire while simultaneously stretching an odd rubberish catsuit across her figure. She was deposited harshly onto the ground next to another wailing celebrity (one Lina Ortiz) who had suffered a similar fate.

Christine's enticing figure was currently squeezed tightly in shiny red material, while Lina's more bottom-heavy body was wrapped in blue. Both struggled to their feet after much groaning, the latex like material of their outfits squeaking as they moved. Lina was absolutely livid.

Everything about this situation was abrupt and confusing. There was little to nothing connecting the two women personally - Christine was a bubbly daytime personality whose show was flagging in the ratings a bit, and Lina was a saucy, bottom heavy pop star whose career never really took off. Both were in their late 30's, maybe that was it?

"Christine's right! Who do you think you are, treating us like this!?" Lina's sharp tongue and slight accent snapped Christine's thoughts back to the situation at hand.

A spotlight shown on the two. It was clear now they were on a conveyor belt of sorts. This was accompanied by a soft but stern computerized voice that echoed throughout the expanse of the mostly empty room.

"You two have been volunteered for our corporations rebranding program by your respective agencies. Please do not cause difficulty for the staff, or we shall be forced to take extreme measures."

"Threatening us now!?" Lina stomped her foot, causing a bit of jiggling in her backside. Christine looked about as the singer caused a scene, noticing the entire room light up. The walls were made entirely of LCD screens - all of which flickered to life at once, featuring a very odd spiral at the center.

Before either could consider much about the symbol, both were entranced. As their minds slipped out of lucidity, their expressions dulled and transformed into vacant smiles. Eyes glazed over as a bit of drool dribbled from Lina's lips. Both were frozen in limp stances as the conveyor belt beneath their feet started moving and transporting them into another similar room.

Once again long, mechanical tendrils lowered from the ceiling. This time they brought along a pair of long white hoses, coaxing the business ends into the hypnotized pair's relaxed mouths. Loud churning sounds were followed by a rush of delicious cream shooting through the nozzles. Both starlets began complacently swallowing huge gulps of the stuff. As one might expect, their bellies began to take the brunt of the impact, starting to swell outwards after a few moments of drinking.

Christine's flat tummy was quickly changed onto a ball like protrusion which started to widen as it bloated beyond a reasonable point. Lina's growing gut was bit larger thanks to it's head start. But this was hardly the oddest change. Both women's famous figures started to melt away a bit; bulges and rolls collected where there wasn't any before, and key features grew puffy and exaggerated. Their shiny outfits only made them look all the more balloonish, a fact both became aware of as a loud ringing brought them out of their trance and the screens in this room began displaying there bodies at different angles.

"What did you do to us!?" Lina screeched upon seeing a close up of her own bulbous ass.

Christine was equally as distraught upon spotting the current arc of her belly, which seemed to have outpaced her once impressive chest by quite a bit.

"You need to change us back!"

"This process is just to grant your bodies a new level of elasticity. Please relax while we prepare the next phase."

Both women responded with a litany of curses and if a machine could sigh it was almost certain that the computerized voice would have. Instead, two large chairs shot up from the ground underneath the irate women. They were knocked off their feet and into seats nearly twice as wide as was necessary for their expanded backsides. Momentarily startled, neither was ready for the bonds that popped out and lashed around their ankles and wrists. A short delay in any further motion allowed both to wobble about and struggle just long enough to realize that they were not getting anywhere.

"You can't do this!" Lina huffed and puffed, her currently teardrop shaped body heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"That is factually incorrect." The voice responded in a matter-of-fact manner as the captured women were carried into the next room by their seats. "The manner in which you have been signed over to us is entirely legal."

"What!?" Christine's protests were cut off by a mechanical claw shoving slices of pie into her mouth. Lina's attempt at inquiry was also silenced, but by a wheel feeding her chocolate chip cookies at a rapid-fire pace. In a dizzying display, the two were shunted forward towards more machines with different foodstuffs. The same relentless force-feeding continued. The unnatural mass that both had accumulated was getting company, their stomachs bulged and tightened as they were forced to swallow what felt like gallons of pastries in a matter of minutes.

"You two have been sold to us by your employers. Both of you have been deemed past your prime and are decreasing in value by the second. We proposed a new purpose for you and it was agreed upon." The mechanical voice droned on as a jug of milk was poured down the unwilling mouths of both women. Just as their poor bellies swelled to the point they felt like they might burst, a new set of mechanical tendrils came down and went to work massaging the taxed domes of flesh. They vibrated and hummed, working some sort of technological magic to speed digestion and metabolizing. And just like that their guts receded just a bit and new layers of fat piled onto both women. Lina's hips spread outward, rapidly filling the chair she had assumed would always be much too large. Christine on the other hand had her taut belly replaced with a soft, pillowy one that was still jiggling even as the arms pulled away.

The two bulging beauties were catapulted forward once again and found themselves back to back, being spoon-fed ice cream by the scoopful. A combination of brain freeze and aching bellies overtook the pair as they were mercilessly stuffed to the brim and the only sensation they could really concentrate on was their bodies getting bigger and bigger. Whatever those vibrations that hit them before did had stuck; while their stomachs certainly felt increasingly full, every part of their bodies began to ooze with new girth with each new mouthful.

Lina's already exaggerated figure took another hit, her bottom half doubled (and then some) in width in mere moments. Her bodysuit made an awful squeaking racket, the noises of the fabric stretching and Lina's thighs rubbing together creating a rubbery cacophony. She groaned as the lower part of her belly bulged into her lap and her increasingly bulbous butt pushed her upwards, too round and firm to spread against her seat completely. The chair that had functioned as her prison went from being ominously roomy to much too small for her. She gasped for air when the frozen feast was finally done, her gut bulging and heaving with each breath.

Christine had grown disproportionately wide from the ordeal. Her waist had thickened enough to obliterate the seductress silhouette she once had, her belly bulging out in all directions to complete her oddly inflated look. Her limbs were wide at the base and tapered off at the extremities, her hands and feet looking comedically delicate compared to her swollen torso. The feminine assets which she was once well known for were stretched around her taut, round form now - an afterthought compared to what they once were. Were she a bit more lucid at the moment, she'd wail at how embarrassing she currently looked. The mighty metal chair she was strapped in creaked under her currently immense weight.

The two noticed several more mechanical limbs descending from the ceiling and reacted with understandable alarm. The brain freeze from gallons of ice cream was wearing off, and the two were clearly aware of their situation now. The haughty stubbornness was replaced with an all too lucid fear of what was happening.

"Please, stop this! I-I can pay you!" Lina blubbered as she was prodded, measured, and pinched by an army of robotic hands. She winced as a pair grabbed her by the love handles and gave her a shake, prompting her body to ripple like a human shaped water bed.

"I'll do anything!" Christine added to a similarly unfeeling apparatus that started flicking and thumping her massive belly like a drum. It retracted after sneaking a very harsh poke to her gut.

"Subjects are nearly full. Please apply final phase."

The two let out a simultaneous cry as they were once again jetted forward, their seats stopping at what looked curiously like a very sterile pig trough. It was filled with what looked like dough or batter. With nary a warning, their seats tipped forward and planted their fat faces into the substance.

Facing what seemed like potential suffocation via pastry the two reacted instantly, inhaling the stuff as quickly as they could. It was hard - their bellies were already stuffed so tight they felt ready to burst - but they had little choice in the matter. Already bloated guts billowed under the strain, but eventually their chairs relented and propped them back up into a sitting position.

Both gasped for breath, their stomachs round and taut like fully deployed air bags now. What protests they could muster were pitiful whines and groans - how could this be worse, they wondered and immediately regretted.

The straps on their chairs suddenly felt right as they expanded once more, swelling like bread in the oven. Confused and worried faces contrasted with figures that were increasingly round, and finally both burst free of their bonds, rolling into the ground like very sad looking soccer balls.

Lights came on, and it was clear the room they were in was occupied. Numerous paparazzi and a few other celebrity faces were there, gawking at the two. Their rolling came to a slow stop. Christine ended up on her back, her immense gut rising into the air to the point it obscured her vision of just about anything else. Naturally, Lina rolled forward onto her stomach, her massively swollen butt sticking up for all to see.

The two bloated women wobbled there helplessly for a moment, before they felt several sets of hands press against their respective excess and roll them forward like billiard balls made of dough. They could hear cruel whispering between their unseen handlers as they were brought closer to the audience.

"Ha, I bet being blown up like a blimp helps smooth out wrinkles!" One woman's voice quipped.

"I have to say, this is a much bigger job than I'd expect a couple of has-beens to have gotten."

Lina squeaked as she felt a third one give her giant bottom a smack "Look at it jiggle! She's like a water balloon!"

It finally ended when the two were in the dead center of the crowd of onlookers who closed in for photos and and a better look. The workers who had rolled them out nodded, slapping decals that said "Batterbloat Pastries" on the surface of their stomachs before vanishing into the chirping mass of people around them.

"Please help us-" Christine warbled, her voice drowned out by laughter. A particularly slender woman leaned forward, resting her elbow directly onto Christine's mass of a gut.

"Help you how fatty? Looks like you've already had more than you can handle."

She rolled Christine into Lina, causing both to rotate onto their guts. There was a brief gasp from the crowd and both women turned beat red when they were mooning the gathered and helpless to correct that situation.

"Lina definitely has Christine beat in the bubble butt competition I suppose - in fact, she has her beat up top too!" Another voice from the crowd chimed in "It's so sad - her chest looks so deflated when everything else is so huge!"

The puffy pair were tormented like this by the crowd for what seemed like an eternity - they were squeezed, rolled about, mocked for becoming the bloated shells of what they once were. Someone even climbed on top of Christine briefly, straddling the fattened star's belly between her thin legs and grinning down at her in a dangerously coy manner. It was only the computerized voice from before that stopped things from going further.

"Thank you for coming to the first demonstration of Batterbloat Pastries products. As you can see, the results are nothing short of amazing - just look how ridiculously large these two have become."

"However, we must request you not be too harsh with our promotional items. They will be featured in our upcoming ad campaign, after all."

"Ad campaign!?" Christine and Lina cried out simultaneously, eliciting even more laughter from their tormentors.

***

Christine shot upright with a yell, nearly falling off her couch. Lina Ortiz's newest single blared from her phone, one of her three alarms was going off. She groaned, nursing her belly as she realized she had just woken up from a some sort of surreal, late night snack induced nightmare.

"No more midnight cookie dough binges, Christine" she murmured as she stumbled up towards the bathroom "I feel like I'm going to explode."

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

(Two women hypnotized, force-fattened, general meanness, feeding machine, surreal/nightmare like)

"What is the meaning of this!?"

Christine Lin's panicked shout was unheeded by the pair of mechanical tendrils that snaked around her voluptuous form, removing her attire while simultaneously stretching an odd rubberish catsuit across her figure. She was deposited harshly onto the ground next to another wailing celebrity (one Lina Ortiz) who had suffered a similar fate.

Christine's enticing figure was currently squeezed tightly in shiny red material, while Lina's more bottom-heavy body was wrapped in blue. Both struggled to their feet after much groaning, the latex like material of their outfits squeaking as they moved. Lina was absolutely livid.

Everything about this situation was abrupt and confusing. There was little to nothing connecting the two women personally - Christine was a bubbly daytime personality whose show was flagging in the ratings a bit, and Lina was a saucy, bottom heavy pop star whose career never really took off. Both were in their late 30's, maybe that was it?

"Christine's right! Who do you think you are, treating us like this!?" Lina's sharp tongue and slight accent snapped Christine's thoughts back to the situation at hand.

A spotlight shown on the two. It was clear now they were on a conveyor belt of sorts. This was accompanied by a soft but stern computerized voice that echoed throughout the expanse of the mostly empty room.

"You two have been volunteered for our corporations rebranding program by your respective agencies. Please do not cause difficulty for the staff, or we shall be forced to take extreme measures."

"Threatening us now!?" Lina stomped her foot, causing a bit of jiggling in her backside. Christine looked about as the singer caused a scene, noticing the entire room light up. The walls were made entirely of LCD screens - all of which flickered to life at once, featuring a very odd spiral at the center.

Before either could consider much about the symbol, both were entranced. As their minds slipped out of lucidity, their expressions dulled and transformed into vacant smiles. Eyes glazed over as a bit of drool dribbled from Lina's lips. Both were frozen in limp stances as the conveyor belt beneath their feet started moving and transporting them into another similar room.

Once again long, mechanical tendrils lowered from the ceiling. This time they brought along a pair of long white hoses, coaxing the business ends into the hypnotized pair's relaxed mouths. Loud churning sounds were followed by a rush of delicious cream shooting through the nozzles. Both starlets began complacently swallowing huge gulps of the stuff. As one might expect, their bellies began to take the brunt of the impact, starting to swell outwards after a few moments of drinking.

Christine's flat tummy was quickly changed onto a ball like protrusion which started to widen as it bloated beyond a reasonable point. Lina's growing gut was bit larger thanks to it's head start. But this was hardly the oddest change. Both women's famous figures started to melt away a bit; bulges and rolls collected where there wasn't any before, and key features grew puffy and exaggerated. Their shiny outfits only made them look all the more balloonish, a fact both became aware of as a loud ringing brought them out of their trance and the screens in this room began displaying there bodies at different angles.

"What did you do to us!?" Lina screeched upon seeing a close up of her own bulbous ass.

Christine was equally as distraught upon spotting the current arc of her belly, which seemed to have outpaced her once impressive chest by quite a bit.

"You need to change us back!"

"This process is just to grant your bodies a new level of elasticity. Please relax while we prepare the next phase."

Both women responded with a litany of curses and if a machine could sigh it was almost certain that the computerized voice would have. Instead, two large chairs shot up from the ground underneath the irate women. They were knocked off their feet and into seats nearly twice as wide as was necessary for their expanded backsides. Momentarily startled, neither was ready for the bonds that popped out and lashed around their ankles and wrists. A short delay in any further motion allowed both to wobble about and struggle just long enough to realize that they were not getting anywhere.

"You can't do this!" Lina huffed and puffed, her currently teardrop shaped body heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"That is factually incorrect." The voice responded in a matter-of-fact manner as the captured women were carried into the next room by their seats. "The manner in which you have been signed over to us is entirely legal."

"What!?" Christine's protests were cut off by a mechanical claw shoving slices of pie into her mouth. Lina's attempt at inquiry was also silenced, but by a wheel feeding her chocolate chip cookies at a rapid-fire pace. In a dizzying display, the two were shunted forward towards more machines with different foodstuffs. The same relentless force-feeding continued. The unnatural mass that both had accumulated was getting company, their stomachs bulged and tightened as they were forced to swallow what felt like gallons of pastries in a matter of minutes.

"You two have been sold to us by your employers. Both of you have been deemed past your prime and are decreasing in value by the second. We proposed a new purpose for you and it was agreed upon." The mechanical voice droned on as a jug of milk was poured down the unwilling mouths of both women. Just as their poor bellies swelled to the point they felt like they might burst, a new set of mechanical tendrils came down and went to work massaging the taxed domes of flesh. They vibrated and hummed, working some sort of technological magic to speed digestion and metabolizing. And just like that their guts receded just a bit and new layers of fat piled onto both women. Lina's hips spread outward, rapidly filling the chair she had assumed would always be much too large. Christine on the other hand had her taut belly replaced with a soft, pillowy one that was still jiggling even as the arms pulled away.

The two bulging beauties were catapulted forward once again and found themselves back to back, being spoon-fed ice cream by the scoopful. A combination of brain freeze and aching bellies overtook the pair as they were mercilessly stuffed to the brim and the only sensation they could really concentrate on was their bodies getting bigger and bigger. Whatever those vibrations that hit them before did had stuck; while their stomachs certainly felt increasingly full, every part of their bodies began to ooze with new girth with each new mouthful.

Lina's already exaggerated figure took another hit, her bottom half doubled (and then some) in width in mere moments. Her bodysuit made an awful squeaking racket, the noises of the fabric stretching and Lina's thighs rubbing together creating a rubbery cacophony. She groaned as the lower part of her belly bulged into her lap and her increasingly bulbous butt pushed her upwards, too round and firm to spread against her seat completely. The chair that had functioned as her prison went from being ominously roomy to much too small for her. She gasped for air when the frozen feast was finally done, her gut bulging and heaving with each breath.

Christine had grown disproportionately wide from the ordeal. Her waist had thickened enough to obliterate the seductress silhouette she once had, her belly bulging out in all directions to complete her oddly inflated look. Her limbs were wide at the base and tapered off at the extremities, her hands and feet looking comedically delicate compared to her swollen torso. The feminine assets which she was once well known for were stretched around her taut, round form now - an afterthought compared to what they once were. Were she a bit more lucid at the moment, she'd wail at how embarrassing she currently looked. The mighty metal chair she was strapped in creaked under her currently immense weight.

The two noticed several more mechanical limbs descending from the ceiling and reacted with understandable alarm. The brain freeze from gallons of ice cream was wearing off, and the two were clearly aware of their situation now. The haughty stubbornness was replaced with an all too lucid fear of what was happening.

"Please, stop this! I-I can pay you!" Lina blubbered as she was prodded, measured, and pinched by an army of robotic hands. She winced as a pair grabbed her by the love handles and gave her a shake, prompting her body to ripple like a human shaped water bed.

"I'll do anything!" Christine added to a similarly unfeeling apparatus that started flicking and thumping her massive belly like a drum. It retracted after sneaking a very harsh poke to her gut.

"Subjects are nearly full. Please apply final phase."

The two let out a simultaneous cry as they were once again jetted forward, their seats stopping at what looked curiously like a very sterile pig trough. It was filled with what looked like dough or batter. With nary a warning, their seats tipped forward and planted their fat faces into the substance.

Facing what seemed like potential suffocation via pastry the two reacted instantly, inhaling the stuff as quickly as they could. It was hard - their bellies were already stuffed so tight they felt ready to burst - but they had little choice in the matter. Already bloated guts billowed under the strain, but eventually their chairs relented and propped them back up into a sitting position.

Both gasped for breath, their stomachs round and taut like fully deployed air bags now. What protests they could muster were pitiful whines and groans - how could this be worse, they wondered and immediately regretted.

The straps on their chairs suddenly felt right as they expanded once more, swelling like bread in the oven. Confused and worried faces contrasted with figures that were increasingly round, and finally both burst free of their bonds, rolling into the ground like very sad looking soccer balls.

Lights came on, and it was clear the room they were in was occupied. Numerous paparazzi and a few other celebrity faces were there, gawking at the two. Their rolling came to a slow stop. Christine ended up on her back, her immense gut rising into the air to the point it obscured her vision of just about anything else. Naturally, Lina rolled forward onto her stomach, her massively swollen butt sticking up for all to see.

The two bloated women wobbled there helplessly for a moment, before they felt several sets of hands press against their respective excess and roll them forward like billiard balls made of dough. They could hear cruel whispering between their unseen handlers as they were brought closer to the audience.

"Ha, I bet being blown up like a blimp helps smooth out wrinkles!" One woman's voice quipped.

"I have to say, this is a much bigger job than I'd expect a couple of has-beens to have gotten."

Lina squeaked as she felt a third one give her giant bottom a smack "Look at it jiggle! She's like a water balloon!"

It finally ended when the two were in the dead center of the crowd of onlookers who closed in for photos and and a better look. The workers who had rolled them out nodded, slapping decals that said "Batterbloat Pastries" on the surface of their stomachs before vanishing into the chirping mass of people around them.

"Please help us-" Christine warbled, her voice drowned out by laughter. A particularly slender woman leaned forward, resting her elbow directly onto Christine's mass of a gut.

"Help you how fatty? Looks like you've already had more than you can handle."

She rolled Christine into Lina, causing both to rotate onto their guts. There was a brief gasp from the crowd and both women turned beat red when they were mooning the gathered and helpless to correct that situation.

"Lina definitely has Christine beat in the bubble butt competition I suppose - in fact, she has her beat up top too!" Another voice from the crowd chimed in "It's so sad - her chest looks so deflated when everything else is so huge!"

The puffy pair were tormented like this by the crowd for what seemed like an eternity - they were squeezed, rolled about, mocked for becoming the bloated shells of what they once were. Someone even climbed on top of Christine briefly, straddling the fattened star's belly between her thin legs and grinning down at her in a dangerously coy manner. It was only the computerized voice from before that stopped things from going further.

"Thank you for coming to the first demonstration of Batterbloat Pastries products. As you can see, the results are nothing short of amazing - just look how ridiculously large these two have become."

"However, we must request you not be too harsh with our promotional items. They will be featured in our upcoming ad campaign, after all."

"Ad campaign!?" Christine and Lina cried out simultaneously, eliciting even more laughter from their tormentors.

***

Christine shot upright with a yell, nearly falling off her couch. Lina Ortiz's newest single blared from her phone, one of her three alarms was going off. She groaned, nursing her belly as she realized she had just woken up from a some sort of surreal, late night snack induced nightmare.

"No more midnight cookie dough binges, Christine" she murmured as she stumbled up towards the bathroom "I feel like I'm going to explode."