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“War is an awful thing, like an earthquake or a hurricane it brings destruction. Yet it is a disaster humans made themselves. War takes everything, natural resources, land, nature, food and water. Then turns it into death and destruction. Like a living thing war consumes, consumes and consumes, creating an obese and ugly monster that devours cities and whole regions. Usually at the end of a war there is one nation victorious and the other destroyed. So much more woeful is it that a civil war leaves a destroyed country for both the victor and the defeated. It hurts me that this has happened to our own beautiful country. But I, Tanja van Dijk, know that we are on the right side. For the republic we fight and are willing to die! We strive for justice, equality and end to famines and scarcity. Above all we fight to end the tyrannous reign of the Old States General. We fight for a better future for those on their side of this war and those on the right side of this war.

Mother, Father if I don’t make it back. Know that I loved you
-Tanja ”

Tanja closes her notebook and looks up, a fighter plane roars above them followed by a deafening explosion. The men and women cheer as apparently the plane hit its target. Tanja was sitting with her back against a tank that had been destroyed a long time ago, with her were 11 other soldiers waiting for her command. Tanja as commander of the squad was in turn waiting for orders from central headquarters.

Tanja had signed up for the army when she had been 21. The republic had just declared independence and was in desperate need of soldiers back then. She started as a simple foot soldier and the first months of the war had been tough for her. She soon proved to be an excellent soldier and quickly made name for herself. She was promoted to squad leader after a year. Months later she was noticed by a journalist of the Republic newspaper. He took a picture of her on the battlefield which soon became famous by friend and foe. The picture showed Tanja standing atop of a pile of sandbags. Her pistol pointing towards the front and giving instructions to new recruits. The scene itself was iconic, but what made the picture more valuable was Tanja’s unquestionable beauty. On the picture you could distinguish her deep blue eyes. Her bright red hair that framed her face from underneath her beret. Her face and pretty pink lips are still fine and fair, despite the battle that was going on. The picture and her natural beauty admits the raging battle, had gotten her the nickname “The angle of the Republic” . In the end the battle was won and high command soon realized that they could use a female champion in their ranks. Soon after interviews followed and more pictures. All of which exaggerate Tanja’s confidence in the new republic, her courage or the things she had done, but that was what was needed in times of war. Tanja quickly turned into an idol within the republic, wherever she showed up, moral was raised. Among all this publicity Tanja had requested to stay in active duty on the front, something that only made her more loved with the public. The war continued until an armistice was reached, which lasted for about a year. The armistice was used by both the Republic as the States General to resupply and reorganize their armies. Meanwhile Tanja had some time off, but she still had to give interviews on the radio or television. She went to events meant to promote people volunteering for the army. One of the things she hated most about this was that she had agreed to shoot a special calendar. The calendar consisted of her in skimpy outfits resembling military outfits. For example her tone and slender body in a camouflage colored bikini and a helmet at the beach, carrying a pioneer shovel. Showing off her perfect b-cup breasts, flat tummy and firm round butt. Underneath always a slogan, this one was “Time to dig in deep”. Another popular one was of her in a too revealing sailor outfit sitting on top of the cannon of a navy ship. One leg on each side of the barrel, with the text “Prepare your guns” written underneath. The sailor shirt left her midriff uncovered and the navy blue navy mini skirt was of course not even official gear of their navy. Yet the one she hated the most out of all of them was her in high heels standing and just underwear on a flag of the States General, the enemy. Boots she was wearing were some odd combination of high military boots and needle heels. The underwear she was wearing was white. The picture consisted of two parts, a front and a back picture. The front one showed off her muscular thighs and thigh gap and had the text “Sometimes angels have to get a little naughty”. The other one that showed off her firm, but trimmed butt had the text “Be sure to cover me” in seductive letters. Tanja had been furious, and had a fight with her superiors. She was a goddamn soldier not a model or a stripper! High command had not been pleased at her fallout and had assigned her back to the frontline. Of course this was also the time when the fragile armistice fell apart.

Which brings us to the present. The now 23 year old Tanja was still waiting for commands while another squadron of planes flies over them. Then the radio operator waves her and hands her the headset.
“Central command to all squadron commanders in sector 6-Alpha…. [Static]… Central command to all squadron commanders 6-Alpha”
One by one the squads call in and Tanja does the same.
“Squad 2-4-4 reporting in and is prepared for combat” Tanja says loud and clear into the receiver. The roll call continues and a short silence falls at the end.
“Roger sector 6-C all squads have been confirmed” The radio continues “Forward assault will commence in sector 3, 4, 6, and 8. Objective for all squads in sector 6-C is the bridges over the river, near the train station. Your sector commences operations in 10 minutes. I repeat…”
The radio repeats the orders and then starts to direct to the next sector. Tanja gives the radio back and gathers her squad. Just as she is about to finish explaining what everyone has to do another plane roars overhead. Its engine is on fire and it is losing attitude fast another loud explosion is heard and the sky is colored orange for a second as the plane crashes into a hill. Tanja looks around at her squad, they were all scared. Hell, she was scared as well. For a second Tanja curses herself, she could have been shooting pictures of herself behind the frontline right now, but no she had to make a point. The radio operator signals 1 minute remaining and Tanja can feel the tension grow in the squad.
“Alright look alive guys” She says standing up “Remember the basics, keep your head down, be on the move, talk to each other and do exactly as I say and we will be fine” The radio gives a clear tone signaling the attack and the sounds of a battlefield come to live. Machineguns start firing, smaller explosions from grenades start and Tanja shouts her orders.
“MOVE OUT NOW!” She says and the squads runs around the tank, Tanja quickly observes the scene. In a building enemies are firing a machine gun. She spots an ditch and sprints towards it, commanding her squad to follow. A dry shot cracks through the sky, a sniper. The sound of a short metallic clink is heard and one of the soldiers in the back of her squad falls to the ground.
“Faster!” Tanja shouts as she picks up the pace. A second shot, no one hit. The dive into the ditch and catch their breath. Tanja counts heads, 10? One by the sniper, the other?
“She ran away commander” A scrawny boy of no older than 17 says. Tanja curses and kicks a rock.
“Fine she will be court marshaled” Tanja says angry “We push on!”
An allied tank drives past and fires on the building. It collapses immediately and cheering is heard again. Then a loud explosion and the tanks turret flies of as it is hit by an enemy shell. Tanja’s squad moves towards the streets and in between the alleys of an abandoned city they reach the bridge. Tanja does another count, 9. Another one down. She radios the other squads, but it appears as if the communications were out. Tanja curses again and is tempted to throw the radio against a rock, but she regains herself. Carefully they scout ahead and they find…. Nothing. Tanja’s squad takes position around the bridge and she sends a scout over. Nothing happens. The radio gives a static sound, but no clear commands come through. Slowly Tanja’s squad trickles to the other side. She and the radio operator are the last ones to cross the bridge. The radio gives another static white noise as they slowly step over the bridge. Then certain words start to come through:
“All forces… Command…Retreat!” The voice sounds panicked, instead of clear and confident as usual. With long pauses of static in-between. “Repeat…. cross the bridge… trap!... Command… Retreat immediately!”
Tanja suspiciously turns to the side to see if there are troops on the other bridges. Then she notices a cord curling up along side the edge of the bridge. It looks a bit like a electrical cord or a thick telephone cable. A detonation cord!
“Everyone stay back! We have to go…” Tanja shouts her orders, but her voice is consumed in the sound of explosion and concrete crumbling. The blast wave knocks her over the edge of the bridge and her vision fades to black. The last thing she feels before passing out is the cold water of the river engulfing her clothes.
“Mother… Father…I’m …sorry”

It was however not the end of Tanja. After the explosion she had been knocked out and thrown into the river. As if protected by something divine she had washed up at the river bank, preventing her from drowning. Her conscience had slowly come back to her and the last thing she remembered from that day was a group of State soldiers standing around her. The enemy medic put her on a red cross transport to a hospital where she received some treatment at a guarded ward. That was the last bit of decency she remembers. Then the interrogations started, she was brought to camp for prisoners of war. Her uniform had betrayed that she was a commander and probably knew more than the average soldier. Beatings, integrations for hours at an end, sleep deprivation and other hardships followed.

Yet Tanja didn’t crack, it was however not long before they realized that the person they had taken prisoner was someone very important. Not because of her rank, but because of her status as hero of the people of the republic. The days were slow and tedious. The food was disgusting and too little. But all of that changed when she was transferred. Men in formal military suits came to pick her up. They didn’t use force or violence, but were rather polite. She was put into the back of a black car, which looked normal from the outside, had the interior of a police car. The two men didn’t talk much with each other or her. They drove for hours and each question Tanja asked was answered with silence. Escaping was also impossible since the handcuffs she had were attached to a special ring in front of her. Late in the evening they arrived at a grey concrete building somewhere in the capital of the Sate General. The building was massive and the only sign that Tanja could read was: “Ministry of Defense, fourth section central headquarters”. Tanja had never heard of this section or why it needed such a massive building to itself. She is led up in an elevator to hall with many doors. At the end she enters one which has a cell door. The room is actually quite spacious, for a cell, and has a closet with her old uniform. There were other simpler clothes as well, but it was surprising to find so many neatly folded clean clothes in a prison room. She had an own bathroom, behind a small concrete tile wall. In the corner of the room an opening with bathroom tiles showed the entrance to a small shower. Next to the shower was a large mirror running from top till bottom, ad it was oddly wide. It was made with a special plastic layer over it so it can’t be broken. It was so wide that you can probably stand three people next to each other and they would all still be able to see themselves. Tanja feels suspicious about all of this, what was the enemy up to? She lies down on her bed and slowly falls asleep, half expecting to be woken up in the middle of the night. When she is finally woken it is morning and only because the small hatch at the bottom of the cell door opens. A large breakfast of fresh bread and bacon is shoved in, accompanied with a large glass of milk.
“Eat up, you have a meeting with the Captain in an hour” a rough voice says on the other side.
Tanja looks at it and feels her mouth water, she hadn’t had a breakfast like that since she had been reassigned to the front line. She took the tray and dug in, it was tasty. The bread is a little sweet and the bacon a little greasy, but nice. Tanja eats about half of the breakfast and then pats her tummy.
“Those bastards do know how to make a breakfast” She says softly to herself.

Then keys rattle in the lock. Tanja’s senses heighten and she prepares for a fight, if necessary. The door opens with a slow metallic sound and two men step into the room. Tanja is a little dazzled by the size of these two guys. They just fit underneath the door post.
“So the States hires mountain trolls now?” Tanja sneers at them.
“The lieutenant wishes to see you now” One of them says “He asked us to bring you in without harming you”
“But keep this up and we’ll crack a couple of bones of you” The other adds.
Tanja looks at them, decides that she would be no match against two of these monsters. You have to pick your battles.
“Fine” She agrees and walks in front of the two men. Only down one corridor they are there already.
“Bringing in prisoner 24406” One of her guards says as he knocks on the door with his fist.
“Bring her in” A male calls out on the other side.
The group walks into the room and again Tanja is surprised at how big it is. Another odd thing is that it looked more like weird cross over between an office and a doctor’s examination room. There was a scale and place to measure height, but also a large table were two people could sit on. And in the corner a desk which did look like the one used by interrogator. A men dressed in a perfectly kept State uniform stood with his back towards them as they came in.
“Thank you Carl, Thank you George.” The Captain thanked them. Carl and George seemed like weird names for the two goons, too formal. “Please miss van Dijk sit down and lets have a civilized conversation, so there won’t be any need for force or handcuffs”
The Captain turned around and Tanja looked at his complexion. He was tall, quite handsome and had nice blond hair. Tanja saw that the two guards were still in the room and decided that it would be better to sit down. She carefully walks to the chair opposed of the Captain. She can almost feel the eyes of the two goons burning on her backside as they ogle her butt and slender legs. Tanja sits down and crosses her legs, waiting for what kind of stance she must take against the Captain. The Captain smiles and makes a small bow.
“How rude of me” He says extending a hand that carries a white officers glove. “Constantine de Wit”
Tanja looks at the hand and then back at the man extending it with a scolding look.
“Al right then” Constantine responds to her refusal to shake his hand. “And you are Tanja van Dijk, part of the rebellious republic”
Once more Tanja treats him with silence, like she has done with all the other interrogators.
“Oh please. Tanja. Do you mind if call you Tanja?” Constantine continues. Tanja had to admit that he had something charming about him. “I am not out to harm you, I am not here to extract military information from you. You already proved a hard nut to crack in that aspect”
“Then what do you want?” Tanja says cold, her eyes spewing hatred to the man in the uniform.
“So you do have a voice, and what a beautiful voice it is” Constantine says, brightening up a bit. “I just want to get know you.”
“You want to know more about me?” Tanja says disgusted
“Yes, you are quite famous you know” Constantine responds. He is acting as if he gets a change to interview his favorite idol. “On both sides of the front”
Tanja gives him an unimpressed look, but Constantine continues his little monolog.
“Oh yes” He goes on “We here at the fourth section are part of the intelligence section. And we noticed you quite fast. And of course we did our research. Did you know for example, that the battles on which you fought 20% less rebels surrender?”
“Soldiers” Tanja says angry “We are soldiers of the republic, we are not rebels”
“Hmmm, I guess we disagree on that point” Constantine says disappointed to get his story interrupted over such a detail. “But your military leaders really know the value of you.”
He reaches into a drawer and gets out a stack of files.
“Here look at this one” Constantine shows a poster that shows a drawing of Tanja, her red hair over execrated, holding a state soldier by the collar. Her blue bright blue eyes stare directly into the eyes of the reader. Underneath the text says: “The red headed angel is doing her part. When will you do yours? Enlist!”
Tanja cringes at the picture, she hated the way she was portrait in public.
“Or this one?” Constantine shows the next one. The weird thing about all of this was that it didn’t seem like he was out to humiliate her. No he was really impressed with her public image and how she was portrayed. The poster shows a picture of Tanja sitting on a pallet of supplies, air cargo by the looks of it. Underneath it the text: “You want to keep her well fed, don’t you? Don’t waste supplies!”
“and there is so much more” Constantine says knocking over the files, spilling all sorts of poster on the desk. “Now that is the power of propaganda. Turning an ordinary, but pretty, girl into a champion. Something that the people can rally behind, give them morale and spirit”
Tanja looks at the files and then back to Constantine, not saying anything. Yet her face showed annoyance.
“But my personal favorite” Constantine says with a big smile, reaching back into the drawer. “Is this one”
With a soft thud he drops a large hard paper item on the table. Tanja’s face immediately gets angry and she looks up at him with fierce eyes. It was the calendar of her in skimpy outfits.
“Yeah we actually had to establish a punishment to any soldier carrying this, since it was too damn popular to loot” Constantine says “And I cannot blame them, I mean you are beautiful Tanja and you inspire people”
“What. Do. You. Want!?” Tanja says angry.
“There is the temper they warned me for” Constantine says with a smile “Fine, I will get to the point. I proposed to my superiors to use you for propaganda once more. Except this time, you will be with our counter propaganda unit.”
Tanja looks Constantine in the face as soon as she realizes he is serious, she burst out in laughing.
“What would make you think that I would ever help a State pig like you?” Tanja says in between laughs.
“It is simple” Constantine says, ignoring Tanja’s comments “Now you are a sign of virtue, health, beauty and strength for the rebels”
“We are not rebels!”
“So all we have to do is make you the opposite of that” Constantine finishes looking Tanja straight in her eyes.
“You want to turn me into an State officer? That way I will be a coward and traitor to the people” Tanja mocks.
“No. Not at all in fact” Constantine says, his temper not changing once. This bothered Tanja, usually she could piss off enemy officers with ease. Yet Constantine had not even been slightly impolite or annoyed for even a second. “No, what we are going to do is make you fat”
Tanja stares at Constantine for a couple of seconds and then laughs.
“Are you ill?” She says taunting “You are going to make me fat? Me? Why on earth would I let you do that. No wait, why would you even want that? Are you some kind of pervert? How would you even do that?”
Constantine just sits and waits until Tanja is done bombarding him with mocking questions and some insults.
“No worries, I am not doing this for my own pleasure. It is in service of our great nation. Besides I am happily married to a wonderful wife” Constantine starts, proudly showing his ring. “About your consent… We don’t need it. According to the system you no longer exist. This happens to all prisoners who enter the building of the fourth section. To make you fat all you need to do is consume a lot of energy in ways that is easy to store for your body, we will be providing you with some enhancement drugs as well”
“You are insane” Tanja says as she hears Constantine out.
“Now to answer why we would want you fat” Constantine continues “It is simple, now you are a hero of the people. Now what would happen to moral if they saw that you got very, very fat. While your people starve, you stuffed your face into obesity. It will be an enormous blow to the morale of the rebels. There beautiful, fit angel turned into an obese lazy pig. Their emblem of beauty covered underneath layers of flab”
“This will never happen!” Tanja says fierce.
“Oh it will” Constantine says, his body language having something a little threating now. “Now for phase one, we set the goal for you to be clinically overweight. For the second phase we determined that you need to weigh over 200 pounds. And the third phase would be gaining 100 pounds of fat on top of your current weight. For that, we of course need to know your current weight. So would you be so kind to remove your clothing down to your underwear and stand on the scale?”
“Like hell I will!” Tanja spits “Especially not with these trolls in the room”
“George, Carl would you mind to step outside for a minute? To give miss van Dijk some privacy.” Constantine asks friendly “And for me I will look out of the window and you can just tell me when to look at the scale. It stays locked at the previous weight, so you can even get dressed again”
The two brutes step out of the door and Constantine smiles and turns on his heels to the widow. Tanja is unsure on what to do, but then an idea strikes her. She starts with untying her shoelace.
“It is a bit cold without clothes here” Tanja says as she firmly grips the lace between her hands.
“My apologies, but this is necessary” Constantine apologizes as Tanja slowly sneaks closer to him. Preparing the lace to be used as a garrote wire. “Next time I will try to do this differently”
“Next time?” Tanja says as she closes in on Constantine “There will be no next time!”
Tanja dashes forward ready to strike, but Constantine turns around lighting fast. He deflects her attack, hits his knee in her stomach and puts her in a hold.
“Now that was very dumb” Constantine says calm, but scolding “George, Carl Get in here!”
The two brutes storm in and take her arms, Tanja kicking about but to no avail.
“Weigh her and then take her to the feeding room” Constantine orders “It is time to teach you a lesson Tanja.”
The brutes force her on the scale and release her just long enough to get a reading, a trained an muscular 122 pounds. They grab hold of her again and drag her to the hallway. Behind them Constantine slowly follows, he shakes his head. He really did prefer if people just cooperated with him, but somehow they always had to be difficult.

They enter a room at the end of the hallway, a room that Constantine had called the feeding room. However this looked more like the interrogation rooms that Tanja was used to. No windows, concrete walls with some questionable stains. In the middle a large stainless steel table with one chair. The brutes put her in the chair and fasten the buckles that are on it, this way she could not move away from the chair.
“Alright, welcome to the feeding room” Constantine says stepping in front of her on the opposite side of the table. “This is where you are going to spend quite some time. And this is where we are going to make sure you grow nice and fat.”
“Go to hell!” Tanja sneers.
“That attitude” Constantine says calm, shaking his head again “We have to do something about that”
The two large guards leave the room and for a minute it is just her and Constantine, sharing a hostile silence. Then the door opens behind Tanja and she hears something on wheels being pushed in, it was a catering cart. Behind it was a tall, but skinny girl looking at Tanja. Tanja browsed her mind, since she felt like she recognized the girl.
“YOU!” Tanja shouts as she realizes it was the girl from her squad who deserted the battlefield. “Traitor! Coward, you filthy…!”
“Hello commander” The girl says with a sly smile while Tanja shouts curse words at her. ”I am no traitor I simply got a good deal and was able to switch to the right side of this conflict.”
“Tanja, meet Cindy” Constantine announced “Cindy was offed her freedom if she cooperated with us. So for this special mission she is my assistant. Which means she is your assistant in making sure you grow fatter.”
Tanja gave the girl a foul look, it was only now that she realized that the cart had a couple of plates with fudge on it.
“Now this is how this going to work” Constantine explains while Cindy puts the plates on the table “Since you misbehaved, we are going to force feed you. Because this is your first offence here and you are new I will be mild and it will only be for the next three days. If you misbehave more often the punishment will become more severe. Now Cindy start feeding her please.”
“Yes Captain” The girl answered and picked up a plate. Tanja moved her face from one side to the other, but the girl obvious had gotten some training or explanation on how to do this. She squeezed Tanja’s nose close, waited till she gasped for air and then shoved in as much of the fudge as she could. Sealing of Tanja’s mouth with her hand.
“You bitch!” Tanja says coughing.
“This will be easier if you just eat” Constantine says straighten out his uniform and pacing around the room. Another mouth full of the sugary snack is fed to her.
“While you eat I can tell you something interesting about the food here” Constantine says sitting down on the table and looking at Tanja’s fire spewing eyes. “All food is freshly and specially made for you. Of course we understand that you have your usual diet needs like all other people, but what makes all the food of you special is that we will try to optimize the amounts of energy and fat in everything you eat. Energy translates to calories and the fats will be easy for your body to store. Since it is stored energy that we want for you.”
You could tell by the way that Constantine spoke, that he actually thought it was quite an interesting thing that they were doing. Before Tanja can tell him what she thinks of his mother, sister and other family members she is silenced with more fudge. It was actually starting to weigh down on her stomach already.
“Another interesting thing is that we put some stimulants in the food” Constantine continues “Nothing too crazy, but just something that makes your body store more energy and helps you digest faster. This way you can consume more on one day than usual.”

Constantine bores her with some other random stories, while she is being fed by Cindy. This lasts for about 30 minutes in total until Tanja is stuffed and is sitting slumped down in her chair. She looks down and sees that her stomach looks round and stretched, making unhappy gurgling sounds.
“I think she is getting full” Cindy says putting down the plate she was holding.
“Excellent” Constantine says pleased “Now if you could get Gaia, then I will finish things up here”
Tanja felt a bit drowsy, but she was glad Cindy was leaving the room and taking the cart with her. She was less pleased that Cindy returned and puts something else on wheels behind her, where she couldn’t see it.
“Now part of making you fatter is increasing your stomach capacity” Constantine explains while “So we have to make sure it is full for as many times as we can and make sure it is stretched up. That is why we have this machine”
Constantine wheels a machine in sight. The machine has some dial meters, a couple of buttons and some lights. On top of it is some sort of pumping mechanism. To the side of the machine is a large reservoir that can be taken out and replaced with a new one. On the other side on a small pin hangs some sort of mask with a hose attached to it. The house leads back to the machine and the mask looks like it can be strapped behind something.
“This is a feeding machine, we call it Gaia” Constantine explains pleased “We will use it to top you off to the maximum capacity of your stomach. For this it will use a sensor and some really dense and notorious cream.”
“What?” Tanja asks stunned “Like hell we are doing that. Are you insane?”
“Don’t worry it is completely safe” Constantine says, his gloved hand taking of the mask. He presses a button and the machine hisses to live. Constantine takes a firm hold of Tanja’s head and within no time the mask is secured on her face. The tube of the mask leading directly in her throat. This caused Tanja’s voice to be reduced to nothing more than a muffled sound.
“Now it will take about an hour” Constantine says as she presses another button and the pumping system activates. “And I will not lie to you, it will be a little bit painful. But just remember this the next time you misbehave”
Constantine looks at the white thick fluid being slowly pumped through the tube towards Tanja’s mouth. Tanja tries to scream, but she can barely make any sound due to the feeding mask.
“See you in an hour” Constantine says leaving the room.
The cream slowly enters Tanja’s throat and she can feel that it is thick and awfully sweet. Worst was that it didn’t take a minute for her stomach to get even rounder and the pain to intensify. Tanja tries to scream again, but to no avail as the machine slowly continues to pump. Then when Tanja feels like she is about to burst the machine gives a beep and the flow stops. Tanja whimpers in her chair and fights back the tears. She sits like this for about ten minutes until the machine beeps again, makes a hiss and the pumping mechanism slowly starts doing its job again. Tanja looks at the machine with wide eyes and once more feels her stomach being pumped full to its maximum capacity.

This cycle repeats itself for around the hour, leaving Tanja in constant pain. After the sixth cycle the door opens again and Constantine enters the room.
“Very well done” He says like a teacher praising a student.
He walks over to the machine and turns it off. He gently takes of the mask. Tanja just slopes down and hangs her head. She doesn’t have the energy to fight at the moment.
“It is best if you rest a bit, Cindy will you guide her to her room?” Constantine remarks “The next session is in four hours”
“Four hours!?” Tanja’s thoughts race, but she feels lethargic and slow “I will never survive this

-Four days later-
Yet she did of course, the three days of force feeding and the feeding machine had been agony. Today was the first day after her punishment. The two brutes, George and Carl, open her cell door.
“Now no funny business” one of them says, Tanja had trouble keeping them apart “The Captain said next time you misbehave it will be two weeks of the punishment regime”
Tanja’s inner rage tells her to pick a fight straight away, but she calms down. She had to do this smart if she intended to get out of here alive. She entered the feeding room where Constantine was waiting, sitting behind a desk.
“Good morning Tanja” He says friendly, his composure as perfect as always. “Cindy will bring in your food in just a minute, please have a seat”
Tanja does not reply, but does sit down. She had to really pick her battles. The squeaking sound of the cart was echoing in the hall and soon Cindy entered. She was now wearing an official States uniform and once again Tanja had to suppress the urge to start fighting. On the cart is a plate with bacon and eggs, one with cookies and a tall glass of milk. Cindy unloads it, not giving Tanja a glance and waits by the door.
“You can leave Cindy, I will keep an eye out here” Constantine says while does some paperwork. Cindy salutes and leaves the room.
“Now I believe you know what you have to do” Constantine says looking up from his paperwork. “If you just eat until you are stuffed I will not see any need to punish you. If you do that well I will also explain how things will work from now on”
Tanja thinks for a second and then in silence starts eating. Of course she didn’t eat till she was stuffed, but she was quite full when she pushed the plate away. Half of the cookies were gone, about three quarters of the egg and bacon and she had taken two sips of the milk. Constantine stands up to inspect and shakes his head.
“I am sorry Tanja, but you will have to do better than this” He says stern “Finish two more cookies and the plate and then you can drink the milk while you rest a bit.”
Tanja looks up at him with her eyes spewing fire, but she obliges for now. When she has done her task she puts her hand on her stomach and sighs.
“God I am full” She says annoyed.
“Good, you might want to get used to that feeling” Constantine says pleased. “But no worries as we progress it will take you longer and longer to get full, requiring more food.”
“You really are sickly obsessed with this” Tanja says disgusted “Didn’t you have a wife or something? What would see think?”
“My family knows that I serve my country to the maximum extend in these desperate times” Constantine says in an obviously rehearsed way.
“Family, so there is more than your wife?” Tanja says casual, in fact she was trying to pry as much information as she could from her enemy. ”Like… a son? …or your parents…. Or perhaps a little daughter? … or…”
Tanja stops talking as she sees Constantine tense up when she mentioned a daughter. Bingo, she had something on him!
“Ah you got a little girl” Tanja says sly “You must miss her not being at home”
Constantine gives Tanja a fierce look, but calms down.
“We are not here to discuss my home situation, but yes I do have a daughter” Constantine says, sounding a bit more strained than usual “But let’s discuss the matters at hand now”
Constantine walks back to his desk and picks up a piece of paper. Holds it up.
“This is your schedule, I will copy it an put it up at different places” He says “This schedule will determine your daily regime as long as you behave. Now let’s go through it. At 07:45 in the morning you will be woken, every day. At 8 you will have your breakfast, like today. You will rest till 12 to digest and then it is time for lunch. At 4 in the afternoon you will have a light meal, but fat efficient meal. At 7 you will have dinner. From 8 till 10 you will do a session of slow smaller bites or snacks to increase your eating capacity. Then at 00 hour you will have your lest meal of the day, making sure you go to bed full. If you fail this regime punishment will follow, if you abuse any staff members physically or verbally punishment will follow, if you try to sabotage your weight gain… Punishment will follow. During your stay here you are prohibited to work out or exercise in anyway. Am I understood?”
“This is fucking insane” Tanja utters.
“Am… I ….Understood?” Constantine says clear and loud.
“Yes you sick…..” Tanja starts, but refrains from insulting Constantine. She had to get the hell out of here and fast.
“great now rest up” Constantine orders “We will change your regime according to how we see fit.”
Tanja got up putting a hand on her stressed stomach, she had to find a way to do something. The whole situation seemed unreal.

But it was real and so were the first pounds Tanja gained. Constantine insisted on weekly weigh ins, tracking her weight on chart on the wall of his office. 2 pounds on the first week, another 2 the week after that. And this week…
“3 pounds up this week” Constantine remarks content. “Excellent your gain is picking up speed. 7 pounds already, putting you at 129 pounds”
“129 pounds!?” Tanja shouts angry “This is fucking bullshit!”
“Easy now Tanja, just get to the feeding room. It is time for your breakfast” Constantine says in fatherly tone.
“You people are disgusting” Tanja continues, feeling her cropped up anger overflow. At that time she hears Cindy call her from the door.
“Common Tanja, today you have waffles” She says from the door opening. Tanja looks at Constantine with hate, then at Cindy and finally she rests her eyes on a small flag pole she might be able to weaponize.
“Don’t do it Tanja” Constantine warns her “Just behave”
Tanja breaths out heavy trough her nose and gets up. Walking towards Cindy in big steps, who is slightly nervous from this. She looks at Cindy and walks past her without looking back.

“What the hell is this?” Tanja says as Cindy unloads the plates.
“Breakfast” Cindy responds, confused at the question.
“It is more than usual” Tanja remarks pushing the plate away.
“Very perceptive of you” Constantine says as he walks into the room. “”The meals are indeed getting slightly larger from now on. Every time that I see need for it I will scale the quantity of your meals up. Afterall as you grow we need to keep up with making sure that stomach of yours stays full for as much time as possible.”
“I’m not doing that” Tanja says folding her arms “This was not the deal”
“I am sorry Tanja, but to be honest as a prisoner of this special prison you do not have a lot right to refuse” Constantine explains calm and polite “In fact, the deal is whatever I want it to be since I am in command of this section”
“I bet your wife most love you with that attitude” Tanja says taunting “No. I am not eating this”
Tanja takes the plate and drops it in front of Cindy’s feet. She is slightly startled and looks up at Constantine.
“Right….” Constantine sighs “Carl, George get in here!”
The two brutes come in and approach Tanja. Tanja’s eyes goes wide she leans back and manages to dodge one and hit him on the chin. Though it seems as if that hurts her hand more than it hurts the brute. The other one grabs her arm and soon the two of them have her locked on the chair. She fights with all that she has, but Cindy closes the iron buckles and she is locked in. Tanja curses and threatens, but it is to no avail.
“I warned you” Constantine sighs “Cindy feed her, George can you prepare Gaia?”
Tanja’s eyes go wide, the feeding machine!
“Two weeks this time?” Cindy reminds the Captain, receiving a nod.
“Honestly Tanja I really wish you would cooperate more” Constantine says as Cindy goes out to retrieve new food.
“Go to hell!” Tanja spits at Constantine “I’m sure your daughter must be so proud of you!”
Constantine’s attitude changes from calm to furious.
“I would ask her if that was possible!” Constantine says enraged “But you dogs! …”
Constantine holds his hand to calm himself down, stopping himself mid-sentence.
“Keep an eye out here I’m stepping out for a bit” Constantine says calmer now “Make sure Cindy feeds her well…. Two weeks of the punishment regime”
Tanja was shocked at how fierce Constantine reacted. Constantine stepped out of the room and not much later Cindy walked back in with a new plate filled with waffles.

-Two weeks later-
They say that the human body adjusts quicker than you think, yet Tanja did not experience this as quick enough. The punishment regime was tough on her. It followed the meal plans of her normal regime, but then the feeding machine ‘Gaia’ came in. She was hooked on to the machine which would make sure her stomach was painfully stuffed and refilled for an hour. Every single time after a meal an hour of the feeding machine. After the first week of her punishment Tanja had gave up struggling. It was of no use, the brutes were too strong. Cindy was also incredibly efficient at her feeding job. She made sure all the food that she brought disappeared into Tanja’s stomach. The times that she was not being fed Tanja spend rubbing her swollen tummy or lying down somewhere. After the second week the only kind of adjustment that Tanja noticed was that she was able to eat just slightly more. It was just a bite or two, but Tanja was paying close attention to this.

Now after two weeks Tanja was already awake before the morning call, her punishment was over. Yet she was not glad, she was horrified. She looks at the large mirror in her cell and inspects herself. There it was…. She was getting chubby. Her abs were now coated under a thin layer of fat, forming a tiny pouch in the middle. Her breast filled up the cups of her bra more. Her arms were slightly less defined. Her face seemed still untouched, her bright blue eyes were still stunning. She followed the locks of her red hair down to her shoulder and was annoyed to notice that even that seemed just slightly softer. Tanja focus on her lower part, here there was really no hiding her recent gain. Her thighs were rounder and her thigh gap had disappeared. Sometimes her thighs were now rubbing together as she walked. Her butt and hips also increased in size. Even though she thought so far it gave her a bit of an extra curvy look, she was not happy. First of all because her current panties had started to become an inconvenience. They left red marks and just didn’t fit properly anymore. The weigh in of that week confirmed what she already knew, she had gained weight. She now weighed 139 pounds.
“That punishment regime packed 10 pounds on me!?” Tanja exclaims “5 freaking pounds per week?”
“Yes it is quite effective” Constantine notices “Though forceful action does not have my preference, so if you behave and do as you are told you won’t have to go through it again. If you do misbehave, the next time it will be a whole month of the punishment regime.”
“You bunch of slimy…” Tanja looks away from Constantine and mutters her insults.
“Now how about you show your good intentions” Constantine says in his calm manner “Because I believe you have a breakfast to attend to.”
Tanja looks at the Captain behind the desk with hate, but gets up and leaves. In the feeding room Cindy has already put out her breakfast, donuts this time.

-About 5 weeks later-
“Very good this will conclude phase one” Constantine says content, while Tanja clenches her fists as she gets off the scale. “With a weight 159 pounds you are now considered clinically overweight. Just barely though, with an BMI of 25.”
Tanja gets dressed again, she tries not to pay attention to how her breasts slightly bulge out of the cups of her bra. Or how her once strong abs had disappeared under a coating of fat. The layer of fat on her midriff now bulges and creates a small fold as she bends over to pick up her stuff. But worst of all she tries to ignore how much harder it is to get her pants on. Her thighs had gotten plumper and her butt now had a jiggle when she moved too sudden. Like now when she was tucking at the fabric of her jeans to go over her rounder butt.
“Now we get to phase two, which consists of getting your weight over 200 pounds” Constantine says business like “Now I can’t help but notice that all your clothing is looking rather… snug.”
“No shit Sherlock” Tanja says vicious.
“This is of course to be expected as your weight goes up and your body expands” Constantine says, like he is discussing a minor logistical problem in an army kitchen. “I will notify Cindy that she will be the contact person for you whenever you need new clothes. Just tell and she can make an order for you.”
Tanja stands there looking at Constantine with fire in her eyes, she wants to attack him somehow. Then she is reminded of the punishments that are on misconducting. No, she had to stay cool.
“Is there anything else?” Constantine inquires with a friendly smile “Because if not, I don’t see any reason why you are not currently eating your breakfast.”
Tanja flips Constantine off and heads out, outside the office Cindy is waiting for her. She gives a nervous smile and receives a deadly glance in return. Cindy was often slightly nervous when Tanja walked past her, mostly because of Tanja’s unpredictable and fierce temper.

-About two days later-
“Cindy” Tanja says with a pained expression as she leans back in her chair. “I have a …. Request for you…”
Tanja felt humiliated for having to be nice to Cindy. She puts her hand on her expanded stomach, filled with a lunch of nothing but fries. Her other hand tracks along the unbuttoned waistband of her jeans. They hurt and she was afraid she might soon split her panties or something.
“Yes commander” Cindy responded calm, calling her previous commander by her title “The Captain instructed me to provide anything related to your…. Eh … increase of size or to making you fatter you can ask from me.”
“Don’t call me commander!” Tanja says angry “You are a traitor and no soldier of mine.”
Tanja looks away and curses herself for blushing.
“But I do need something from you” She continues “Can you provide me with…. A larger set…of…everything”
Cindy’s smile spreads from ear to ear.
“But of course comman--- eh… Tanja?” Cindy corrects herself “I guess it is only a compliment to my work to see that you require new clothes… already”
Cindy goes out of the room dodging Tanja’s look, if only Tanja knew how often she would have to change clothes.

-Two days later-
Tanja was resting in her cell, easing the pain in her stomach from her gut bursting breakfast. Which had been an overfull plate of pancakes drowning in syrup and a breakfast sausage on the side. The door to the cell is opened and Constantine walks in, followed by Cindy. Cindy is carrying a tray with her right hand.
“Hello Tanja” Constantine says “How is the new provision of clothes”
Constantine sounds sincere, he does care for his job and anything related to it.
“Not great” Tanja says annoyed while getting up. “They are way too large, look at how fucking baggy everything is”
Tanja shows what she is talking about by stretching her shirt down. It was indeed too large.
“And I have to hold the jeans up by myself” Tanja says showing that there is more than a thumb width between her hip and the waistband.
“Yes unfortunately that has everything to do with economic planning for the future” Constantine explains “You see this set of clothing will last you longer, because first you have to grow into it and then you can continue your expanse for a bit longer without them becoming too uncomfortable.”
“You mean I have to get fatter so they will fit” Tanja remarks.
“Yes, if you want to put it like that” Constantine says with a causal laugh. “Now about you getting fatter there will be a change in your daily regime”
Constantine nods to Cindy who walks forward and places the tray on the small nightstand next to the bed. The tray is filled with small pastries, some chocolate covered others with frosting and they seemed to be filled with some sort of cream.
“Since we are in phase 2 now and you are officially overweight I think it is time for you to further increase your daily calorie intake.” Constantine says like it is a promotion. “So from now on, whenever you are resting from a meal Cindy will provide you with small snacks. I cannot expect you to eat them all yet, but I want you to make an effort at least. So let’s say we start with that you have to finish 1/3 of them before your next meal.”
“This is insane!” Tanja says angry “You want me to eat even more?”
“That is correct” Constantine says “No remember that we are watching you even in your cell, so no funny business or it will be the punishment regime for a-..”
“For a month yeah, yeah” Tanja says irritated “Was that all? Yes? Good then get lost.”
“Friendly as ever” Constantine says, shaking his head and taking his leave. Cindy looks and Tanja raises her shoulders and leaves as well. Tanja looks at the tray with disgust. She takes a deep breath and takes the a pastry. It was good, but her stomach protested from still being full. This was getting even tougher.

-Two weeks later-
“Very good Tanja” Constantine says pleased “I believe that is the first time you managed to finish a large pizza in one sitting”
“Not like I have much of choice” Tanja responds with a hateful glare.
“That might be true, but I for me I am very content with your progress” Constantine says, noting somethings down. “And I imagine that Private Hoekstra, is also happy to see her hard work payoff”
“Oh yes!” Cindy replies and salutes, surprised with the recognition from the Captain “I am sure that if we keep this up she will be twice this size in no time, and one pizza will be nothing but a snack”
“At ease” Constantine says with a kind laugh “I’m leaving now, Tanja you rest up, Cindy make sure the room is clean for the next session and provide Tanja with some snacks”
“Yes sir” Cindy replies with a bright smile. She was obviously happy with the bit of positive attention from her commanding officer.
“How can you be so proud of yourself” Tanja says with disgust “You betrayed your country, do this to me and now you even enlisted with them?.... Private ….Hoekstra”
Tanja makes a spitting sound after saying Cindy’s last name.
“Oh Tanja” Cindy says soothing “The way I see it I am on the winning side here. I never wanted to be part of the republic, but I got drafted. And now I went from fighting muddy and cold battles with danger for my own life. To a nice and comfortable job with better pay and all I have to do is provide you with food.”
Cindy packs the dishes on the cart and walks to the door, stopping in the door opening.
“And besides” She says with a sly smile looking over her shoulder. “I am not the one that is being stuffed with food. Growing fatter… softer… and rounder. With every passing week”
Cindy runs a hand along her narrow hips and thin upper legs.
“No I like the way I look too much for that” Cindy says “Now rest up Tanja, you got more eating to day later on the afternoon.”
Cindy calmly walks away while a barrage of curses and threats comes from the feeding room.

-Three weeks later-
Normally when you are confined in a prison like the one Tanja is in, it would be hard correctly estimate the passage of time. However for Tanja this was not the case. She had a total of three measures to estimate the progression of time. The first one was related to her stomach. She was able to eat more than she used to. Now if she compared this to early times she can estimate how long it was since she was able to finish a plate of this, or how long since half a dozen donuts didn’t make her painfully stuffed and more like that. Another one related to this was her size. She was very conscious of every aspect of her body that increased. And lastly was the chart in Constantine’s office, she knew the weigh ins were roughly every week. Today there would be a weigh in, she walked behind the two brute guards. She enters the office, the scale is ready and Constantine is waiting besides it. To Tanja’s annoyance Cindy is there as well. She glances at the chart and does a swift count this would be the 15th notation, so roughly 15 weeks. She glances across the room, the two brutes have left. Constantine nods to the scale and Cindy also seems eager. Tanja tries to look straight ahead as she removes her clothing down to her undergarments, revealing her chubby figure.

She looks at the scale and can’t help but blush as she catches her reflection in the window. She was really plump now. Her breasts had filled up the new bra. There was no muscle tone on her arms any more. Where her abs used to be was now a belly which hung a bit over the waistband of her panties. The panties that were way too big some weeks ago, now fitted perfectly. Tanja notices that she is quite pear shaped. Her once small and toned butt had expanded the most, of all her body features. Her butt was quite big now, to put it blunt. It jiggled when she walked. Her hips were also wider now, all of this supported by two thick thigs that now permanently rubbed against each other. She stepped on the scale and immediately a readout appears.
“183 pounds” Cindy reports to Constantine, who makes another note on the chart.
“183 excellent” Constantine says “For a woman your age you can be considered obese, but you are not officially clinically obese yet. However with your current weight gain rate we expect you to reach obese readings within the next three weeks.”
Constantine turns around and looks satisfied.
“Now if you would be so kind to get started on your breakfast, that would be great” Constantine says with a smile. Tanja was burning with rage, but like she was hit by lighting she got a plan. Tanja turns around and shields her smirk, she was getting the hell out of here.