Controller (8 Parts) (Patreon)

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Note: This is a story-request for Heathen.

1.

Melanie stood in the bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a bra and panties as she studied her reflection. Her eyes traced the angles of her slim physique.

It had taken a full year of hard work.

Melanie was down over 80 pounds, having gone from being obese to a normal weight class. Binge-eating had been an issue for her all her life, and it had taken every bit of her focus and effort to finally get things under control.

Accompanying her compulsive eating had been Melanie’s extremely high libido. She wasn’t sure if it had been from the saturation of hormones that all her extra body fat had caused, or if it just went alongside her impulse control issues in general. Regardless of what had caused it, her libido was under much better control now, and Melanie hardly even craved sex anymore.

She had finally gotten her two biggest life problems in order, and was quite proud of herself. In fact, Melanie’s newfound self-control had opened many doors for her.

Melanie had been seen as the perfect candidate for a “Sims” experiment. The project was insanely innovative and fascinating, and only a few people in the world had been allowed to participate so far.

The pay was good, too. There didn’t seem to be any downsides that Melanie could think of. The experiment involved a neurological implant that stimulated parts of the brain that could impact impulses, emotions, and other responses. A scientist, referred to as a “controller,” would remotely induce the implant’s stimuli and monitor Melanie’s corresponding behavior. The goal was to see the implants influence, and study the way it impacted Melanie’s actions.

Melanie would still have full autonomy, as she had the ability to resist the impulses induced by the implant at any time. Though resistance was said to be difficult and uncomfortable.

Overall, it sounded fascinating, and could be a true test of Melanie’s self-control.

Of course, Melanie did hope for a benevolent controller who could help “program” her with good habits, thus improving her life overall.

A gentle knocking on the bathroom door snapped Melanie out of her reverie. “Ready?” a nurse called.

Melanie drew a deep breath. She quickly pulled on the hospital gown that was hanging off the towel rack, then opened the door. “Yep,” she said with a nervous smile.

The nurse led her off for the procedure.

-

Two weeks later, Melanie was all healed up.

The implant site was just above her right ear and didn’t even show a scar.

By then, she had resumed life like normal. She had been informed that her “controller” was likely making subtle nudges on her impulses. And if so, it was indeed so subtle, that Melanie hadn’t noticed at all.

-

Rachel sat behind her desk in a cool, dark room, gazing up at the three large monitors overhead, each one showing Melanie Miller at a different angle.

Rachel was wearing a fitted blouse tucked into a tight pencil skirt. Her hair was twisted up in a tight bun, and with her rectangular glasses, she seemed to favor the “dirty librarian” aesthetic.

Rachel sighed as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms behind her head.

She could stare at Melanie Miller all day. She was simply enamored with the other woman. Melanie was just so carelessly pretty yet somehow fragile-looking. So thin. Rachel thought that Melanie would look much better if she had some meat on her.

Melanie was also far too shy. Rachel would have loved to see the girl come out of her shell a little.

Rachel lifted Melanie’s folder again, flipping through the records. The girl had a history of obesity, and had only lost the weight recently. Additionally, there had been hormonal imbalances that resulted in a very high libido and impulse control issues.

To Rachel, it sounded like Melanie had been a lot funner just a year ago. Rachel wished she could have seen her back then. Maybe gotten to know her a little…

Rachel felt breathless, her mouth salivating just at the concept. She fidgeted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. Admittedly, she was a kinky woman. And she usually knew better than to bring it to the workplace.

Then again, she had never encountered someone like Melanie Miller before. With the girl’s plump pink lips, dirty blonde hair, and huge amber eyes, Rachel was done for.

So Rachel uncrossed her legs and pulled her laptop closer. She typed away, making some small adjustments. On the monitor, Melanie was passing by the food court at the mall.

Perfect timing.

Rachel brought Melanie’s hunger and appetite both to the maximum. On the display, Melanie stumbled, clutching her stomach. Her face twisted but she didn’t even fight it. She hurried into the food court, going straight to the first stand, which was a burger spot.

Rachel leaned back and surveyed the scene that followed.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

2.

Melanie was slumped on her couch, her legs spread wide as she struggled to catch her breath.

She groaned as she massaged her rounded belly. Her stomach had been entirely flat only a week before, but now there was this heap, this rounded bump that she found herself stuffing repeatedly throughout each day.

Her gaze drifted to the stack of emptied donut boxes sitting askew on her coffee table. She must have gone through three dozen of the heavy pastries.

She just couldn’t seem to control herself. The cravings were overpowering. Though she was diligently avoiding her bathroom scale, Melanie would not have been surprised if she had put on fifteen pounds or more in just the past several days.

Her hands trailed upwards, cupping her chest. A shuddering breath pushed out of her lungs. The weight that wasn’t going to her abdomen seemed to be shooting directly to her hips, ass, and breasts.

Her breasts had gone up at least two cups sizes, now plump and perky, but also absurdly sensitive. Just the contact of her fingers had Melanie fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together. Her belly gurgled, and she groaned, resuming her massage of the aching curve.

But suddenly Melanie froze, her eyes going wide.

A new feeling had come to the forefront, overtaking her discomfort and self-disgust.

Abruptly, and quite bizarrely, Melanie was hungry again. Not just hungry—she felt like she was starving. The intensity of desire left her whole body trembling. Melanie needed food, and she needed it right at that moment!

She pulled out her phone and immediately opened the popular food delivery app, through which she ordered several extra-large pizzas. Melanie was breathing heavily, honestly salivating at the thought of gooey cheese and oil practically melting in her mouth.

But the app indicated a 30-minute wait. She bit her bottom lip, fidgeting anxiously.

There must be something left in the fridge, she thought as she stood up with a groan, cupping a stitch of pain at her side as she grimaced.

Melanie was only mildly concerned about the way her thighs were rubbing together as she headed to the kitchen. It reacquainted her with the issue of her increasing weight. That was problematic, wasn’t it?

She opened a cabinet.

The first thing she saw was a bag of hamburger rolls. She tore the packaging open and started stuffing rolls down dry, chewing and swallowing as rapidly as she could manage. After she had finished the bag, she continued to ransack the kitchen in pursuit of whatever might satisfy the phantom hunger. She gobbled her way through crackers, taco shells, and several tins of sardines, before she made her way to the fridge, which was mostly empty from her earlier indulgences throughout the week.

There were some condiments. With a shaking hand, she grabbed a large jar of mayonnaise, then took a spoon out of the utensil drawer. She retrieved a heaping spoonful of mayonnaise, and stuffed it into her mouth, grimacing from the sharp taste and gelatinous consistency. Nevertheless, she gulped down spoon after spoon, not pausing until the doorbell rang.

Melanie blinked down at the half-empty mayonnaise jar in her hands. She shoved it back into the fridge, trying not to gag as she stumbled towards the living room, groaning and clutching her belly.

When she opened the front door, the first thing she noticed was a stack of pizza boxes. Secondly, she noticed the man holding them. He was around her age, and attractive, his dark brown hair hanging in his eyes as he smiled.

Melanie gulped.

-

“Oh, this is perfect,” Rachel purred, taking hold of the dial on her console. She cranked the arousal setting all the way up to 8.

-

“Mgghhhh…” Melanie gripped the doorframe, a secondary type of hunger hitting her so hard that her knees quavered. “C-come in,” she stammered, stepping aside for the pizza guy. His name tag read Luke.

“Is it okay if I put them down here?” Luke asked, gesturing to an end table.

Melanie nodded fervidly. Her focus was conflicted between the pizza boy and the stack of pepperoni pies. Her eyes kept darting between them. She approached, her chest heaving.

Luke was certainly appreciative. His eyes trailed up and down her curvy body as he lowered the boxes. “I’ll be on my way…”

But Melanie stepped directly in front of him. “You…don’t have to,” she said, smiling nervously.

Luke’s eyebrows shot up.

She took hold of his collar. Luke allowed himself to be pulled over to the couch, before Melanie pushed him onto it so he was seated, looking up at her.

“Mgghhh…” Melanie groaned, her belly grumbling. “So…hungry.”

“Should we…eat?” said Luke with a sheepish grin.

Melanie couldn’t hold back. She leaned down and kissed him fiercely. But the hunger was getting to be painful, so she quickly turned to grab a pizza box, dragging it to the edge of the table. She opened it and retrieved a slice, folding it in half and demolishing it rapidly. All the while, Luke stared at her in a daze.

He shook himself out of my reverie. “My kind of woman,” he said as he leered.

Melanie moaned and kissed him again, getting grease and sauce all over him. She alternated between stuffing down pizza slices and working her way through Luke’s clothing.

She couldn’t believe how impulsive she was being.

Fleetingly, she wondered if it had something to do with that Sims thing.

3.

Melanie’s impulses were out of control. She found herself indulging her hunger and arousal during any spare moment. It was like she had gone back to the days before she had gotten a handle on her impulse control issues and insatiable libido.

She just couldn’t stop herself and she was starting to panic. A time or two with Luke, the condom had even broken!

As Melanie grew increasingly suspicious of the “Sims” experiment, she tried calling for clarification on how her Controller was managing her impulses. But Melanie could never seem to get through to anyone. Her only interaction was with automated voices, after which she would be put on hold indefinitely. Melanie gave up after two hours and instead chose the option to leave a message. She left several voicemails, but even days later, no one got back to her.

Lately, much of Melanie’s attention shifted to her breasts. She found herself constantly touching and massaging them, rubbing the plump flesh with her fingers. They had shot up to DDs in the past few weeks, and they were still growing. The more she rubbed them, the sorer and more tingly they became, her nipples aching at times, and her body filling with an unquenchable thirst.

So, when she wasn’t eating, or getting fucked, or rubbing her plump tits, Melanie was guzzling fluids — dairy, mostly. She would chug eggnog, milkshakes, or sometimes heavy cream. She had several gallon-sized milk jugs in her fridge at all times, and constantly drank from them whenever she was thirsty. When she ran out, she would just drink water, chugging it as though she had spent days lost in the wilderness suffering dehydration. The thirst was growing just as potent as her hunger. As such, Melanie found that she was spending every spare moment of her time eating, drinking, or trying to temper her overwhelming arousal.

Between her impulsive, voracious behavior, and her continual binge-eating, Melanie felt truly desperate and uncomfortable when she couldn’t satisfy her various needs. As such, she carried snacks on her at all times, filling her purse with packaged cakes and protein bars. She also kept a gallon-sized water bottle in her car and made sure to take frequent breaks at work.

It was an adjustment, but Melanie was doing her best to manage her changing priorities.

She owned a small, but popular, patisserie downtown. On the weekends, the line of customers went out the door.

Though Melanie had a few part-time employees, she did the bulk of the work. It had always been fun, easy, and rewarding. But lately, with her various preoccupations, Melanie found it difficult to keep her small business running smoothly.

The first issue was the sheer fact that it was a pastry shop. Melanie was constantly surrounded by delicious-smelling food, and her self-discipline was already in tatters.

And so, she picked at the pastries. Popped them into her mouth. The macarons were the most convenient — they were small, sweet, and heavy. She could quickly and easily stuff them into her mouth and gulp them down, with hardly anyone noticing.

They were just decadently sweet, soft but crispy, creamy and buttery — they were admittedly her favorite of the French pastries. But they also took the longest time, and the most effort, to make of all of their offerings. Melanie was made intimately aware of this when the bakery ran out of the most popular flavor — coffee.

“Seriously?” said a disgruntled customer that evening. “Fine, I’ll have three pistachio and three coconut.”

“Right away,” Melanie assured, ducking down to retrieve the desired pastries in the display. Only to find that there was only one coconut left, and two pistachio. She frowned to herself, straightening up again. “I’m sorry sir, we’re actually…running out of those flavors as well,” she said with a blush. “Could I get you something else?” Her breasts were tingling, and she resisted the urge to cradle them with her gloved hands, right there with all these customers watching.

“This is a patisserie,” the man snapped in disbelief. “I came here for macarons. It’s the most popular thing you offer!”

Along the line, customers were grumbling as they waited.

“What’s the holdup?” called someone else.

“I’ll check to see if there’s anything in the kitchen,” Melanie said, starting to sweat. “Can you take over?” she asked one of her overwhelmed employees, who was presently being berated by yet another patron.

Melanie pulled off her gloves and apron and hurried into the back. She made a stop in the bathroom, breathing heavily. She looked in the mirror and reddened, then quickly wiped a smear of icing off the corner of her lip.

She breathed heavily. Her nipples were aching. She moaned as she indulgently cupped and rubbed them, massaging her tingling flesh, biting her lip as heat built within them. She stumbled back into the wall, groaning and stroking her supple body. Her thighs rubbed together. She wished she knew what was going on with her hormones. Melanie panted as her fingers sank into the soft layer of fat along her hips and ass, and then the curve of her belly. But as always, her hands returned to her breasts, which were fat and bloated. She could feel where her bra cups were pinching into them and wondered how quickly they were growing. This is getting ridiculous, she thought.

Melanie withdrew her hands, but it was truly a hardship. Her fingers trembled. Her breasts were just so sensitive. She tried her best to breathe evenly, wishing Luke was there.

In the wake of all the stimulation, her chest felt more uncomfortable than ever, and her bra felt even tighter. She stumbled back over to the mirror, gazing at her reflection. She stared as her bra started to tighten even more, pinching into her tits, which appeared to be heaving against the cups, bubbling against them, as though ready to spill free. Her face twisted from the strain.

She could hear a commotion starting up outside. God, she had to get out of there. But she wasn’t sure how well she would function with her bra compressing, practically strangling her. Melanie made a hasty decision and unlatched it, pulling it out from under her shirt.

Her breasts looked even bigger now. They were so round and perky, not sagging like they used to. Instead, they just looked full and fat, her nipples swollen and bulging visibly in the white shirt she was wearing.

Melanie turned to her side, examining herself at all angles, just stunned by how truly perfect the mounds looked. Astonishingly, they in no way resembled DDs. That had been a drastic miscalculation. Unless she had somehow grown in just the past few hours? Because by Melanie’s estimation, she was up to a full E, or maybe even an F-cup. Her breasts were big and round, the sort of breasts women only got through cosmetic surgery.

Her whole body had become so voluptuous, and rapidly. Her hips were absurdly wide, her thighs thick – she had developed a plump hourglass physique. She turned to her other side, observing how her ass had gotten huge. Her belly, meanwhile, was soft and rounded, bulging out some. Her weight gain was ongoing, and Melanie just couldn’t get it under control. But she had to concede it did look good on her.

Melanie could hear the increasing commotion in the front of the shop. She finally exited the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. There, she found the baker, wearily kneading dough.

“Everything okay in here?” Melanie asked. Almost by instinct, her eyes shot to several pastries cooling on a nearby rack. She licked her lips as she gazed at them.

“Not particularly,” the baker responded in his thick French accent. “We are low on honey and flour, and I can’t keep up with the demand. I need some help back here.”

“What can I do?” Melanie offered. She was already stuffing a second creampuff into her mouth. “You know I studied culinary arts. Do you need help with the palmiers?”

The baker threw her an incredulous look, his lips curling in indignation. “It’s you!” he snapped. “I thought we were just busy, but you are consuming all the inventory!”

“Oh come on, it was just a few pastries!” Melanie argued, her voice muffed by the three additional cream puffs she was scarfing down.

“Sacre bleu!” the baker threw off his apron and stormed off.

“You’re overreacting!” Melanie called after him. Is something burning? Melanie hurried over to the oven, removing a soufflé that was both burnt and deflated. “Dammit,” she whispered.

The door swung open again. “Boss, it’s chaos out there,” cried one of the workers.

“It’ll be fine, just give me a minute,” Melanie said, starting to mess with the dough the baker had been kneading on the counter.

The employee shook his head and hurried back out.

Melanie’s heart was racing. Feeling panicked, she started to compulsively stuff more pastries into her mouth. At least it was a distraction. She moaned as creamy custard gushed onto her taste buds.

It was all so truly delicious. It made her body feel warm and tingly. Melanie didn’t know how long it was that she stood there, feasting on baked goods. When she came out of her reverie, she found her young employee from earlier. Calling her name. He was wearing the oddest of looks on his face.

“I…closed the store,” he told her. “We…er…didn’t have much of anything.” Melanie saw the thinly veiled disgust on the young man’s face.

“Right,” Melanie said, looking down at herself, only then registering the mess she was in. She was covered in crumbs and icing, some of it even smearing her white blouse, making her lack of bra all the more obvious. Melanie had to take a moment to marvel at how big and supple her breasts looked, nipples bulging out in the thin shirt material. It wasn’t nearly professional. “Smart,” she added, belatedly turning her gaze away from her chest.

The young employee just gave her an odd look, before lightly shaking his head and exiting the kitchen again.

“See you tomorrow!” Melanie awkwardly called after him. Fuck, she felt a bellyache coming on. Melanie hugged her waist, moaning. It felt so tight and bloated.

She heard a buzzing noise. She fished her phone out of the pocket of her apron, looking at the text notification.

Luke was outside in his car, waiting to pick her up.

Melanie got her keys and locked up the shop.

Her whole body felt as though it was throbbing as she walked outside. Her skirt was incredibly tight, and she found herself repeatedly tugging it down, against its efforts to roll up and reveal her plump thighs. I’m getting fat again, Melanie thought, her breasts bobbing as she shuffled her way towards the car.

-

Little did Melanie know, someone had been watching her diligently.

“Fuck, she looks amazing,” breathed Rachel, who had spent the majority of the evening sitting in the patisserie, posing as a customer. She had the Sims program uploaded to her phone, which enabled her to play around with Melanie’s levels of impulse control throughout the day, at her leisure.

Rachel knew she wasn’t supposed to get this close. If her supervisors saw what she was up to, she could very well get fired.

Yet somehow, Rachel was obsessed with this one. She couldn’t pull away and found herself struggling with impulses of her own.

The boyfriend’s here, Rachel thought with a grimace as she watched Melanie ease her plump backside into the passenger seat of a beat up sedan.

Then again, who was she to complain? She had likely caused this particular pairing. She had revved Melanie’s arousal up so high, the woman had been liable to jump any man within grabbing range.

Where to? Rachel wondered as she watched Luke’s car speed off. They weren’t going in the direction of Melanie’s apartment. Maybe they were off to his place. No, that couldn’t be right. He lived all the way downtown.

Rachel decided to follow them. She cruised along at a safe enough distance. It wasn’t long before she realized they were headed to a trendy neighborhood in the city center. She parked around the corner from the spot they chose in the public parking garage.

“I swear, I’ve been eating non-stop all week,” Rachel heard Melanie complain as she got out of the car. “I feel like my weight is skyrocketing.”

“Your tits look insane,” Luke said, almost appreciatively.

Rachel peeked out from around the corner so that she too could admire the huge, wobbling jugs bulging out on Melanie’s chest.

Looking irritated, Melanie swatted Luke.

“Keep that up, and I’ll drag you back into the car,” Luke said, grabbing hold of Melanie as she giggled and haphazardly tried to pull away.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she purred back as they kissed, his hands indulgently squeezing her chest. She squealed.

“Sorry!” he said as she whimpered, cradling them.

“Luke, I – I think they’re getting bigger,” she cried.

Rachel stood with rapt attention, watching Melanie’s blouse progressively tighten until it started to truly strain.

“Fuck!” she yelped as a button snapped right off.

“Holy shit, this is insane!” Luke said as Melanie groaned, clutching her globes. They overfilled her hands, easily the size of honeydews by then.

“Luke…” she whined.

“Get in the car,” Luke ordered, and they both hurried back inside.

-

“Dammit Luke, did you forget the condom again?”

“Er…”

Melanie smacked him.

She just hoped she wasn’t ovulating. What were the chances?

The two of them walked into a popular Thai restaurant, Melanie feebly tugging at her clothes, which felt as though they were shrinking against her.

The aroma of fried rice had her stomach grumbling. She had certainly worked up an appetite.

Uneasy as she felt about her rapidly-expanding breasts, she couldn’t deny how turned on she felt whenever she looked at them. They were so big and fat, so plump and perky. She could hardly resist the urge to rub and touch them. Somehow she wasn’t opposed to making them even bigger.

4.

The dinner was enormous. Luke bought her everything on the menu.

Though Luke’s job delivering pizzas didn’t bring in much in terms of income, his family was totally rich. He had a trust fund and everything.

“God, I’m stuffed,” Melanie groaned, her face red and sweaty. She was breathing heavily through her nose, almost afraid that if she opened her mouth too wide, food would just start spilling out. She couldn’t believe she had eaten all that food! Her belly was tight and aching. It felt fit to burst.

Melanie was just about to suggest to Luke that they request the check and leave, when suddenly her eyes widened, her face going blank.

Despite that she had felt as though she might throw up not a moment earlier, she abruptly found herself ravenously hungry, her stomach even grumbling.

“I’m not sure what’s going on,” she stammered as the hunger grew all the more potent. It didn’t make sense. It was as though her brain and her belly were at odds. “We need morre FRIED RICE!” she roared, causing some of the patrons at the surrounding tables to perk up and stare at her.

Luke hurriedly hailed a waiter. In the meantime, Melanie stuffed dumplings into her mouth until she was drooling a stream of grease, her cheeks puffed out. She moaned as she chewed, and gulped down what she could, all the while stuffing down yet more chunks of food.

“More,” she moaned, her hands sinking into a large bowl of noodles. “P-please, moorrre.”

The waiter arrived, balancing a mountain of fried rice on a platter. He stared an alarm as Melanie started to gorge herself with handfuls of greasy noodles, but he said nothing and kept his lips pressed firmly closed. Carefully, he lowered the platter of rice to the table then he made a swift retreat.

“Mmmghhh…” A strange, heated spasm ran through Melanie’s chest, her mounds there wobbling. She arched in her seat, gripping her fat breasts with her greasy fingers. Her belly felt so painfully tight that her eyes were starting to water. Heat continued to build in her tits. Melanie grunted as the mounds heaved. But they weren’t just heaving.

Luke stared at her, transfixed.

Her body was growing.

-

It was as though someone had turned off the volume in the restaurant. Rachel had entirely forgotten about the forkful of spaghetti she had brought halfway to her lips, and was now just hanging suspended, dangling from her fork.

When Rachel had increased Melanie’s appetite setting so impulsively, she had worried that she was pushing things too far.

But no. This was the perfect amount.

Rachel watched with rapt focus as Melanie’s huge jugs — already the size of volleyballs — started to expand. They were getting bigger and fatter as Melanie groaned, clutching them. Every eye in the restaurant was glued to Melanie’s chest. Rachel wondered if Melanie’s breasts were filling with milk. They must have been. They were probably packed with the warm, creamy fluid.

Rachel unconsciously licked her lips as Melanie continued to grunt and groan, her feet scuffing at the floor as her top stretched to capacity and her breasts kept ballooning. They were getting massive.

They looked hot and heavy, Melanie’s face sweaty, strained, and flushed red. She clenched her jaw. Her head tilted back.

Her shirt looked on the brink of tearing apart, and her breasts weren’t the only parts of her that were growing.

Her thighs looked as though they were getting thicker, and her hips, wider. Her body was only growing more extreme in its voluptuous dimensions, her plump form already overflowing the edges of her chair.

Her belly started to advance and round out more, the overwhelmed Melanie looking like she might be sick or pass out, yet still somehow keen to eat even more.

Rachel felt flustered and had to look down. She took a deep breath.

This was beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

Melanie’s chair creaked. It looked like it might crumple beneath the young woman’s weight.

Somehow Melanie’s feet found purchase on the floor. “Lukee…” she moaned, gripping the table’s edge, as though she might make an attempt to get up.

But instead of standing, she made a desperate swipe for the fried rice. She bumped too harshly into the table, causing it to teeter. Simultaneously, there was a harsh crack, and Melanie’s chair collapsed beneath her. She lay on the ground, all plump and disoriented. Several people got up from their own tables and hurried over.

“More…food…” Melanie rasped up at the onlookers.

With a quavering hand, Rachel reluctantly turned down Melanie’s appetite setting on her phone.

5.

Rachel was truly impressed with her own handiwork. But she was getting increasingly desperate for more one-on-one time with Melanie. She wanted to see the other woman up-close and personal.

Soon enough, Rachel devised an insane scheme. She knew her unhinged behavior was becoming more visible and sloppy, but she didn’t care. She put a fake notice in Melanie’s mailbox, warning that Melanie’s power was about to be cut off for nonpayment. She then bribed a guy at the electricity company, convincing him to vacate his office for a few hours, where she subsequently set up shop. She checked her watch, and waited.

Melanie did not disappoint.

She showed up at noon on her lunch break. Little did she know, she would not be making it back to the bakery that day.

Rachel was quick to intercept Melanie when she entered the building. Several of the real employees were throwing Rachel confused glances, perhaps wondering if she was a new employee or a transfer. God, this whole thing was nuts. But Rachel needed some time with the other woman. Nothing else mattered.

“Can I help you, miss?” Rachel said, trying not to be too obvious as she ran her eyes along Melanie’s curvaceous physique.

“Yeah,” said Melanie, looking rather pink and flustered. It was clear she had hurried over. “I received this disconnection notice. But I could have sworn I’d paid my bill…”

“Why don’t you step into my office,” said Rachel, leading Melanie away, so the two of them could have some privacy.

Rachel sat behind the desk, motioning for Melanie to take the client seat facing her.

“You look familiar,” Melanie mentioned once she was situated.

“Oh?” Rachel stammered slightly. “Yeah, people tell me I have one of those faces.” Shit, does she recognize me?

“Hm…” Melanie continued to study the other woman. “I think I’m obsessed with you.”

“What!?” Rachel said in shock.

“I’m obsessed with your dress!” Melanie elaborated. “And your earrings! Well, everything. I just love your style!”

Rachel felt herself blush. “Oh…I mean, thank you.” She suddenly felt rather awkward and at a loss for what to say, but thought to shift her attention to her computer screen. “Well, let’s get into your account.” She pretended to type something; she had no access to the client systems but it wasn’t as though Melanie could even see the screen.

“Yeah…” said Melanie. “I’m a bit concerned about that bill I got.”

“It looks like you have a leftover balance from a year ago. And with monthly interest, things seem to have really added up.”

“I just don’t understand how that’s possible,” said Melanie.

“Well, it’s a bit complex. You see, last May we changed systems, and for some reason we weren’t charging you your full amount. You owe the remainder from January, and then on all your subsequent bills…” Rachel rambled on, making the issue as complicated as possible as she watched Melanie sweat.

By the time they were minutes in, Melanie was breathing heavily, her chest heaving in the low-cut romper she was wearing.

“But I still don’t understand,” a frustrated Melanie murmured for what had to be the fifth time. She looked utterly perplexed. “How does that come to more than three thousand dollars?”

“Why don’t I slow down and explain it to you piece by piece?” said Rachel, utterly enjoying the way Melanie’s chest rose and fell in her flimsy outfit. Melanie looked exhausted just at the suggestion. “You know what,” said Rachel, feigning a thought. “I’ll order us some lunch.”

“Really?” said Melanie eagerly.

Rachel was already on the phone.

It arrived in minutes. Rachel had actually prepared the large platter of food herself in advance. It was a pile of triple bacon cheeseburgers, each of them dripping with grease. Rachel had given the janitor a few bills to pose as a delivery guy and bring the food into the office on her cue.

“You can put it on the coffee table.” Rachel motioned to the sofa and coffee table on the other side of the room.

The “delivery guy” put the tray down, and left.

Melanie was salivating at the sight of the decadent food, and Rachel hadn’t even touched the impulse settings.

“Thank you for doing all this,” Melanie breathed, unable to take her eyes off the tray.

“We value you as a customer, Melanie,” Rachel responded as she stood. “Shall we?” She nodded to the couch.

Melanie heaved herself up, her huge tits wobbling as her ass and belly fat shivered. Rachel bit her bottom lip as she watched the plump woman make her way over to the couch.

The two sat down, with about a foot of space between them.

“Help yourself,” Rachel said, as she subtly pulled out her phone and increased Melanie’s appetite impulse to the max.

Melanie’s eyes went wide and zeroed in on the greasy burgers. Any reservations she might have had were forgotten as she grabbed one with a bare hand, grease already sliding down her palm and along her wrist. What followed was astonishing. Somehow Melanie stuffed the whole burger into her mouth. It had to be half a pound of meat!

Melanie gave a moaned hum, her cheeks bulging, and a trickle of grease rolling down her chin. But somehow she managed to chew a few times, then swallow down the burger, the process looking painful, her throat practically bulging as she forced down the large clump of food.

Rachel could only stare at her, speechless and open-mouthed. Melanie sat there, gasping for breath for a moment.

And then she resumed.

It was a lurid sight. Melanie picking up one burger after the next, then simply stuffing them into her mouth. Rachel had never seen anything like it. She just sat there, blatantly gaping at the other woman.

Melanie was absolutely demolishing the burgers, shoving them down, one after another.

Almost unconsciously, Rachel inched a little closer.

Her gaze trailed from Melanie’s pink face, to her bulging cheeks, her working jaw, and her heaving chest. Were her breasts getting bigger? The mounds looked like melons, wobbling as Melanie continued to inhale food.

They were just so big. Nearly the size of basketballs where they sat on Melanie’s chest, hovering over her lap. Together, Melanie’s breasts were wider than her shoulders. They were the biggest tits Rachel had ever seen, real or fake.

Melanie continued to gobble down burgers. She was already halfway through the tray! Rachel was enamored with the scene. Melanie didn’t know Rachel had personally made the burgers, or that Rachel had spiked the copious amounts of ketchup and mayo she had slathered between each bun with chemical animal fattener, growth hormone, and fertility drugs.

Rachel watched Melanie’s chest heave up and down, up and down. It had to be growing. Rising and not falling because her globes were inflating with milk, fat, and mammary tissue. The woman was just so busty her tits were getting in the way. The neckline of her top was pinching into fat as her chest overflowed it. She was struggling to see the burgers past her huge tits, and sometimes oil and sauces would drip right onto her cleavage. But Melanie couldn’t care less about how sloppy she was being. She was ravenous and fiendish. She couldn’t get enough.

But suddenly she paused, groaning and clutching her belly. “Nrrgghhhh…” Melanie arched, shoving out her gut.

It was a cute little paunch. Plump and taut, but distinctly round. Right then it looked tighter than it had ever been, Melanie grunting and writhing as it trembled, and even pushed out.

It jerked, shoving at least an inch forward, Melanie yelping and clutching the newly firm curve. Her jaw clenched and her face contorted as she grunted and trembled. Her belly just pushed out more.

Rachel wished she was recording the scene. She wanted to watch it again and again on repeat. Melanie’s body struggling to accommodate the pounds of meat, grease, starch, and cheese she was cramming into it. Still, it gurgled and grumbled, as though demanding more food.

“Errgghhhhhhh!” Melanie roared, her belly advancing another two inches, her shirt sliding up to reveal sweaty flesh. “Fuhhhh…” she breathed, rubbing it desperately. She suddenly looked six months pregnant. The swell was flushed and tense. Melanie grit her teeth, releasing a strangled noise, until her belly button popped out.

Then she was slumped over, gasping for breath, her belly rocking up and down with her heavy breathing as her gaze drifted to the remaining burgers.

“You okay?” said Rachel shakily, doing her best to feign disbelief.

Melanie tugged feebly at her shirt, trying to cover her belly, though only making more of her tit flesh pop out into the open as it heaved over her neckline. Her limbs were weak and jittery, but she straightened a bit, grimacing from the uncomfortable impact of her belly with her lap. It was big, tight, and brand-new – so tightly packed, it was shaped a little like a torpedo.

Rachel was sure it would soften and round out more, as her muscles acclimated and her skin softened. She wondered what it would look like if they kept at this. Another week of binging. Maybe another month? Rachel was getting dizzy just thinking of the possibilities.

“I need air,” Melanie blurted, somehow, impossibly, tearing her gaze away from the remaining burgers.

Rachel blinked several times, a bit baffled for a moment. “Right,” she managed. “Do you need help?”

But somehow, even with the belly, Melanie managed to haul herself off the couch. For a moment she just stood there, slightly hunched. She marveled at herself, her hands cupping compulsively at the new growth of her belly.

Then she took a deep breath, and hobbled for the door.

-

Melanie was grateful to make it outside. She leaned against the electric company building, gasping for breath. One of her hands was clutching her belly, while the other gripped her phone to her ear. “Luke, I need you to pick me up,” she said in a strangled voice before hanging up the phone.

Then she just stood there, massaging her painfully tight belly, her skin prickling, her insides aching. Why the hell had she eaten so much?

Melanie moaned as the mound shivered, tightening, pushing forward as she arched her back and grunted out, her top sliding upwards. She was getting bigger, wider, and fatter by the moment. She didn’t know how it was possible. “Lukeee…” she whined, as her tits shivered, and passersby stared at her in astonishment.

6.

Melanie truly felt as though she had become a bottomless pit. She could never seem to stop eating. She found herself once again at her bakery late one evening after a long shift. When Luke arrived to take her home, she hesitated. “Maybe we should stay a little longer.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?” he asked with a mischievous smile.

Luke had been pleasantly surprised by Melanie’s considerable transformation after her appointment at the electric company. Her breasts had come to be truly enormous. So huge, in fact, that it was a struggle just for Melanie to be productive. She could hardly handle serving pastries at the bakery without unintentionally smushing her breasts against them and making a mess.

She was just glad her shift was over. She would have to take time to come up with strategies for navigating her newly busty physique around the workplace.

Presently, the huge jugs were heaving up and down with her slow, steady breathing. Each one was the size of a volleyball, shockingly enough. Melanie found herself regularly alternating between thrill and horror over her rapid changes. She felt crazy, and couldn’t seem to get her head straight.

She knew the one thing she simply couldn’t resist anymore was her appetite. She felt utterly famished almost any moment that she wasn’t stuffing her face with fattening foods. “I was thinking of getting a quick snack,” she admitted, already breathless from the sheer concept.

Luke’s grin broadened. “Then what are we waiting for?” He closed the door he had been holding open for her. Apparently they would not be exiting the establishment.

With a nervous grin, Melanie led the way to the kitchen. Her huge breasts continued to bob with every step. They were just so large, fat, and pillowy. They felt sensitized and heavy, and terribly arousing. Just the thought of her fat, pink nipples would make Melanie’s breasts tingle and her face flush as the nubs nearly doubled in size.

Once they were in the kitchen, Melanie wrenched open the door to the industrial fridge. “These are some of the pastries we prepared for tomorrow,” she said, already salivating as she looked at the cold mounds of cookie dough lined up neatly on trays.

She could feel Luke standing behind her, her ass lightly brushing against his body. Her hips and backside has certainly seen growth in recent days. Formerly flat, they were now significantly curvy, her butt sticking out enough to strain the joggers she had on. A certain part of Melanie was disturbed by how much weight she was gaining. She had put in so much work to get into shape, and now she was just letting it all go. The experiment isn’t working. The thought dissipated almost as soon as it had formed.

“Looks good to me,” Luke said.

Melanie released a surprised and delighted groan as his large hands reached around her to roughly cup her huge, round breasts. She leaned into him, sighing.

Curiously, his hands then slid down to her stomach, which felt nothing like her sensitized breasts. It was strangely round, and firm. She honestly looked as though she was seven months pregnant based on how fat she had gotten. Melanie blushed.

“This is the last time I cheat then I’m getting serious about my diet,” Melanie told him.

“Why? You look great,” Luke responded, causing her blush to deepen.

Gently moving her aside, Luke reached into the fridge and pulled out one of the broad cookie sheets. There had to be two dozen pre-portioned globs of cookie dough spread out evenly across it. As he put the cookie sheet on the counter, Melanie pulled up a seat.

She took to idly popping the heaps of cookie dough between her lips, one after another. They fit perfectly, the dough firm but not hard. It was deliciously sweet, and practically melted in her mouth, meaning she could gulp them down without issue. The treats felt good, her dopamine spiking slightly every time she ate one. Melanie had gotten accustomed to the sensation of her belly steadily filling; growing warmer as it took on more calories.

Interestingly, Luke was rummaging around the kitchen. He looked into the fridge, poked around in the cabinets, and even stepped into a pantry, where Melanie could hear him moving things around. She didn’t know if he was looking for something specifically, or if he was just curiously exploring. Eventually he came out of the pantry and found a compartment over a counter, between the fridge and the oven. “Oh,” Luke said, when the conduit revealed a retractable hose. “Thought this was some sort of trash chute.”

“It’s an industrial food processor,” Melanie responded. “We use it for the cake batter.” She threw the last blob of cookie dough into her mouth. Her stomach gurgled pleasantly, feeling full but not yet packed.

“Oh?” Luke appeared highly interested. He drew more of the hose out. “Is it on? How big is the tank?”

“I don’t know, fifty gallons? And yeah, we use it on the daily.”

“That’s a lot,” Luke noted. “So I’m guessing no one would notice if any of the batter went missing?”

Melanie narrowed her eyes at him. Just what was he up to?

7.

“You still hungry?” Luke asked her with a mischievous smile.

Melanie couldn’t help nodding eagerly. She hated that it was true, but she was ravenous. Yet again, her impulsive behaviors were getting the best of her.

Luke began to tug the hose free of the conduit. It seemed to make a clicking noise every inch that it was extracted. Foot after foot of the hose emerged as he pulled it over to where Melanie was seated. She was still breathless from all the cookie dough she had just forced down.

Yet Melanie didn’t even hesitate. She was salivating as she took the hose from Luke’s hand, placing the tip of it between her lips, pushing it deep into her mouth, almost to her throat. “Turn it on,” she moaned, already flushed and desperate. She knew her impulsive behavior couldn’t go on, but all she cared about was that moment.

Grinning wickedly, Luke went back over to the wall and flicked the switch beside the conduit.

Substance instantly started oozing into Melanie’s mouth. It was soft, sweet, and delicious. Melanie had always loved the taste of cake batter. Allowing her eyes to flutter closed, she gulped it down while she sank against her plushy ass and enjoyed the rhythmic pulse of the output.

She consumed more and more of it, enjoying the sensation of the sticky substance progressively filling her stomach. Through waves of pleasure, she idly wondered why she’d never bothered to do this before. It was wonderful.

Within ten minutes, she was in discomfort but kept drinking it. Five minutes after that, she could see the increasing tightness of her belly manifesting externally, her soft skin starting to firm up, her abdomen pushing out with its surplus of food.

“Mmmghhh…” She was getting tighter. Melanie fidgeted in her seat, shifting to take some pressure away from her stomach. She leaned back, spreading her thighs out. She drew in a long breath of air every time she was willing to pause in her eating.

The batter was just so good. Even despite her growing fatigue and discomfort, Melanie could not help wanting to consume as much as she could. She would imagine herself getting bigger. Thick, round, and mindlessly fat. Luke stood there grinning as he watched her. Somehow he knew she was helpless.

Her hands rubbed over her hips and belly, pushing her clothing aside as her sticky fingers massaged her bloated flesh. It was self-soothing. A feeble effort to nurse the growing tension. She knew she should have stopped, yet somehow she still wanted more. Her sole purpose at the moment was consuming all the calories she could.

She reflected on how squishy her thighs were, and how soft her hips had gotten. She was completely reverting to her previous size. No, she was heavier than she had ever been. Her figure was so full and feminine. She wanted to hate it, but couldn’t.

She could feel herself growing. She was practically obsessed. With every gulp, her belly seemed to tighten. Her face contorted from the discomfort, but she just kept pushing it. She kept consuming more.

She was expanding herself, getting bigger and fatter. And yet she was still disturbed that she was allowing her body to revert to such a mess. She must have been the heaviest she had ever been by then. After all that work she had put into losing the weight.

Her hand cupped her midsection. Melanie jolted a bit from the shock of how far her belly seemed to protrude out. She looked down at herself, breathing heavily as she noted the way her round stomach now eclipsed the span of her huge breasts. She felt a wave of dizziness. She squirmed and fidgeted, arching her back, pushing her belly out. It was just so tight. Her forehead was pouring sweat, her cheeks flushed, as her abdomen continued to tighten.

“Nngghhhhh…” She just kept drinking the dough. She must have consumed gallons by then. She was filling herself up. Filling herself beyond capacity. She threw her head back and whined as her belly shuddered forward in a throb of growth. Her appetite was absolutely insane.

“God, Melanie,” said Luke as he marveled at her.

Her hands were desperately rubbing her belly, feeling it get firmer. Coaxing it outwards. She knew she could make herself huge.

Suddenly she pulled the tube out of her mouth, cake continuing to flow, getting on her clothing. But Melanie was nauseous. She needed a break. She covered her mouth.

“Melanie, you can do this,” Luke urged her.

She whimpered. Despite everything, she was fucking turned on. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into a kiss, her thick thighs rubbing together.

After several moments their sloppy make-out, Luke pulled away from her, grinning, and brought the tube back to her lips.

Melanie kept drinking, her belly pulsing; tight and pressurized. She groaned as it heaved, rising like dough in another bout of growth, her face red from the strain. She was starting to look as though she was heavily pregnant!

8.

Between chugging thick, sweet cake batter, and making out with Luke, Melanie felt deliciously dizzy yet truly uncomfortable from the increasing tightness of her belly. It was tense and gurgling, sometimes shuddering frighteningly. Just when she was certain she might burst, the lights went out. She and Luke found themselves in complete darkness.

“What the fuck?” said Luke, his hands still cupping her swollen abdomen.

“Oh…” Melanie breathed. She covered a belch. “I never paid that electric bill.”

It seemed she had been cut off.

-

Melanie decided to take a few days off to get the electricity restored in her bakery, as well as acclimate to the ongoing changes her body was undergoing.

She found herself mostly planted on her living room couch, watching TV and eating snacks. She would fidget and belch, her belly often gurgling or emitting whining noises as her insides lurched. She would massage it with her fingers, trying to knead away some of the discomfort. She couldn’t believe how she had let herself go. She looked as though she past due with a child! Melanie gulped as she gazed down at herself.

Melanie wasn’t so oblivious as to think that this wasn’t a pregnancy, but there was no way she could have been as far along as she looked. She and Luke had only been dating for a few weeks!

Melanie felt dizzy the more she thought about it. She tried to dispel the worries, and focus her attention on the television.

With a huge pair of tits, each the size of a honeydew, and the plushy, plump backside bulging prominently out behind her, she had certainly changed. Her thighs were thick and fat, continually pressing against each other. Her current state was possibly the opposite of what she had wanted when she’d signed up for the whole experiment.

Melanie was getting restless. She changed the channel and tried to focus, but still found herself fidgeting, feeling flushed from all the lurching activity inside of her. It was never just steady and silent, there was always some sort of noise or movement, whether it be the life inside her or simple indigestion. She grimaced when she felt a prickle of tension. She rubbed the side of her swollen stomach.

Luke was away for some sort of work retreat. She found it odd with him just being a pizza delivery guy, but apparently a rare dough had been discovered somewhere in the Amazon, and Luke had been desperate to kneed it for himself.

The lights flickered. Melanie looked up, blinking. The doorbell rang. Her eyebrows furrowing, she turned her attention to the front door.

Gripping onto the couch, Melanie struggled to heave herself up. Once she was on her feet, she clutched her belly and waddled to the door, breathing heavily with her slow stride. When she finally opened the front door, she blinked in surprise at the woman on her porch.

“I came to check your meters,” said Rachel, holding up a clipboard. “And just make sure everything is functioning properly now.”

“Erm, ok.” Melanie let her in, though she thought it was quite that odd an office worker from the electric company would show up at night with no warning. Melanie peered at her for a moment. “Is that really what’s going on?” There was certainly something odd about the other woman’s aura.

Slowly, Rachel smiled. “I guess there’s no point in hiding anymore. I’m your Controller.”

Melanie was stunned. “So, you’re the one who did this to me.” She compulsively rubbed her huge belly, wincing as she felt the tension peak, before the mound shuddered and pushed out a little in the tank top it was already stretching out. Melanie gasped for breath, continuing to desperately rub the swell.

“Do you like it?” Rachel asked, grinning at the orb.

It gurgled. “It’s — not — what I wanted,” Melanie panted.

“What do you want now?”

Melanie felt overwhelmed. She turned and waddled for the bathroom, her mound rumbling. Melanie locked herself inside and leaned on the door, continuing to pant as she rubbed her hands all over her tight belly.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. “It’s only gonna get worse!” Rachel taunted.

Melanie grunted. She just felt so — tight! She continued to massage her orb, moaning as the pressure increased, her mind going in strange directions. She imagined herself growing, expanding, and suddenly she wanted it. She wanted to be bigger. Her urges were out of control! “Nrrggghhh!” As though her indulgent thoughts had somehow manifested, her belly pushed outwards, getting bigger and wider, as she arched and whined, barely able to keep herself upright where she was slumped back against the door.

The knocking persisted. “Come on out. I’ve got a treat for you!” Rachel called.

“Guhh…” Her belly was massive, heaving out and in, out and in. Melanie’s body was under incredible strain, her face red and sweaty. Yet for some reason, she could not help reaching down, and unlocking the door.