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Preg, WG, Stuckage

"Wake up, my dear, wake up."

Kim felt the sudden splash of water on her face as a slimy, perverted voice dribbled into her ears. She opened her eyes in shock as the cold water hit her face and upper torso. "What the fuck?! Where am I?! Who are you?!", she barked at the elderly, lab coat clad man standing in front of her. Struggling to stand Kim found she was strapped down to a large, wooden chair, it was hard, uncomfortable and did nothing to ease her aching back, it seemed that the chair was slightly on the small side too. Her large pregnant belly was packed between the hard wood and didn't budge and inch. Kim was starting to panic and sweat.

The last thing she remembered was leaving her apartment after noticing some suspicious activity going on in and around the small abandoned warehouse across the street from her. Through her window she had seen flashes of torches and two figures who she assumed were of questionable intent skulking around before entering through the large loading bay door on this cold, rainy night. The investigative journalist in her couldn't resist, after some time in silent debate and hesitation she quickly grabbed her camera and rushed out the door.

At the time she felt silly having not grabbed her coat, it was raining cats and dogs and she wore only a pair of tight, black yoga pants and a slightly snug maternity button up shirt, her curves and bump bobbed as she rushed down the stairs eager for the scoop, exiting her building she scampered across the street. Seeing no other way of entry she saw the loading bay door, carelessness on the part of the intruders had left it somewhat open, and rather than making too much noise and drawing attention to herself she decided to try and squeeze under the shutter style door. Such a task proved more difficult than she had anticipated, with some difficulty she laid down on the wet and rainy concrete floor and shimmied her upper torso through the opening. Only when her pregnant belly made contact with the old steel of the door did she realise her error, at 8 months along she had overestimated the size of the door's opening and the size of her round belly was proving to be quite the obstacle.

She pushed and pulled, inching her belly under the gap little by little, but as she progressed she found it harder and harder to breath as her torso was compressed under the steadfast door. After many moans and grunts she relaxed her efforts, only to find herself rather wedged in, half her belly and her legs hanging outside in the pouring rain while her only mildly damp, long dark hair, the other half of her belly and her DD breasts were on the inside. "Oh come on, I'm not that big, surely", she whispered to herself in frustration, which was partially true, Kim had worked hard to maintain a slim figure throughout her pregnancy, resisting the urge to over eat and indulge her cravings, in her 8th month she had actually only gained 27 pounds, bringing her to a healthy 149 pounds, something she was quite proud of. So with her rather average pregnancy weight gain she wasn't actually all that large, however she had misjudged the size of the gap between the shutter door and the hard floor. With a deep breath she set her mind to the task at hand, getting her bulbous body out of the rain and closer to yet another journalistic scoop.

Tugging and pulling more her skin slid through the door's tight grasp, but not without emitting the sound of tearing threads as the material of her shirt caught. With considerably more struggling her belly popped free causing the rest of her upper body to wobble from the sudden shift, with a deep sigh of relief she pulled her legs through the gap and ambled back to her feet, but doing her best to keep quiet and low, lest she draw unnecessary attention. She could hear movement on the other side of the room round the back of ceiling high stacks of crates and boxes, behind which she hid and crept in an attempt to find a better vantage point. Peering around the corner she caught sight of her captor giving orders to a tall, ogre of a man lifting containers and contraptions that looked several times his own weight. The one giving the order was a weed, short, skinny and hunched over as the years had taken their toll on him, he was old, wrinkly with thinning white hair, but he had an air of authority and knowledge.

Raising her camera to her eye Kim enthusiastically began snapping photos of the scene and its players, focussing on the one in charge while the larger one vanished from view. So engrossed she was with her snapping she failed to notice she shadow of the larger man grow over her, plunging her into darkness before delivering a swift but restrained knock to Kim's neck, knocking her unconscious, bringing us back to the present.

"Who am I? HA! I think the question, miss, is: Who. Are. You?", the older man said with an air of arrogance before being handed Kim's camera by the gorilla man.

"She had this with her, she was taking pictures of us, sir", the giant said in a low rumble of a voice.

"Thank you, Mason. So you're a journalist, eh? I hate journalists, always sticking your noses where they're not welcome, that's the whole reason I had to turn to a life of crime to begin with", he growled and glared at Kim with every word. "Hmph, you're a fat one too", he poked her belly.

"Hey! I'm not fat, I'm pregnant, you bastard!" Kim shot back at the old vulture.

"Oh yes, so you are, I take it back, you're pretty damn skinny for a preggo", he smiled wide and greepily.

"I'm not skinny either, fuck, I'm healthy. What, you've never seen a pregnant woman before??"

"Oh I have, but they've all been considerably larger than you. Mason, you see the large container over there labelled WG? Roll that rascal on over here will you, and grab that pump and funnel while you're at it."

With thunderous footsteps Mason made his way over to the large container and rolled it in Kim and her captor's direction, then he grabbed the other items he had been instructed to and handed them to his boss.

Kim shifted nervously in her chair, "What're you going to do to me?", she asked.

"Only an act of kindness, dear, I'm a doctor after all, and doctors know what's good for you, and I think you could do with a few more pounds on you. This here is a rather amusing concoction I developed, I was going to use it to spike the water supply of every gym in the city, it's a fast acting chemical which engorges the body's fat cells within minutes of consumption. For the sake of my experiment trials I've mixed it with chocolate ice cream, and pregnant women LOVE ice cream...", he grinned at Kim.

"Oh my god, you're insa-Mmmmph!" Before she could finish her words, with lightning fast reflexes the doctor slid the end of a tube affixed to a mask over her mouth and fastened it round the back of her head, then attached the other end to the metal barrel and began pumping.

"I'm seriously worried about you, you look far too thin, I'm providing a service, helping you, I feel like a proper doctor again. Don't worry, we'll have you VERY healthy in no time at all", as he pumped the tainted ice cream crept through the tube drawing closer and closer to Kim's open mouth.

Kim's eyes were screaming as she saw the ice cream filter through the pipe, like some predator moving in for the kill and she was powerless to stop it. When the ice cream hit her taste buds the taste was phenomenal, it was the deepest, creamiest chocolate ice cream she had ever tasted, and she hated to admit it, but she wanted more. She felt it sliding down her throat into her pregnant belly, she gulped greedily as hard and fast as she could, desperate to consume more despite being fully aware of what the tasty treat would do to her figure. After several more mouthfuls the doctor turned off the supply, but Kim already felt slightly bloated, her belly felt tight and her shirt looked a mite tighter on her round bump.

"Not too much just yet, you'll want to see the effects when they kick in, trust me", the doctor said as he rubbed a hand over her tight tummy, then there was a gurgle and the doctor's and Kim's eyes locked on each other. "The magic is about to begin", he smiled.

Kim felt a sudden shift in her belly, she felt hot and sweaty, then there was a larger shift and gurgle, then she felt the waistband of her pants tighten and slide around her gut as it slowly expanded, and the creases on her shirt flattened out. Her eyes shot from curve to curve, then she noticed the strong grasp of the wooden chair tightening slightly, she even felt her ass cheeks begin to expand as more of her cotton-clad skin touched the seat of the chair. Next she felt her bra straps begin digging into her growing flesh, the realisation of all these changes caused her to start panicking, taking deep breaths through her nose while her eyes were firmly fixed on the doctor and his shit-eating smile.

"Can you feel it? You're fattening up before your very eyes. Hahaha! And that chair's looking a tad uncomfortable too, as tight as it is now I don't think we'll have any chance of pulling you free, I suppose we'll just have to wait until you're big enough to break it. I only hope that's not too soon", the doctor said as he poked a finger deep into her belly where it made contact with the chair's right arm rest.

To Kim's relief the shifting and growing slowed to a stop, but the doctor's ice cream had certainly done its work, and only minutes after consumption just like the doctor had said. All of her clothing felt tight, the waistbands of her yoga pants, panties and bra were cutting into her now chubby flesh, and her shirt felt so tight she felt that a deep breath would pop several buttons. But worst of all was that damn chair, it held her tight and firmly, not moving at all, she was beyond wedged in, she was trapped, she felt like a fly caught in the jaws of a venus flytrap and it was only going to get worse. The stiff edges and corners bit into her softening body as she was pressed up against it on practically all fronts. Then to her horror she saw the doctor reach for the pump valve once again, in a fit of pleading and panic she shook her head, her eyes tearing up as she locked on his spidery fingers wrap around the turn release valve, and with a hiss of air she saw the ice cream start flowing again.

The doctor patted Kim's fattening, pregnant belly affectionately, "That was only an appetizer, now I think we can move you onto one of the larger courses, don't you?"

Lisa moaned with despair which quickly shifted to pleasure as the creamy substance entered her mouth again, then went silent and started dutifully sucking and gulping again.

"Good, I'm happy to see you agree, now eat up, there's plenty."

Ten minutes had passed since the doctor had started the ice cream's flow again, and Kim's eyes were locked on his hand as he turned off the flow once more and took time to survey the effects on Kim's body. Kim tried her best to shift and wriggle, but she was packed into the wooden chair so tightly she had no chance. As her chubby flesh rubbed against the hard wood she winced in discomfort, she felt so heavy now. Her maternity shirt hung open exposing her fattened, pregnant belly and breasts, her bra did nothing to hide her modesty as it hung off the front of her tits loosely, perched on the curve of her belly, the clip had snapped under the pressure and weight of her heavily engorged bust, which at this point was easily in the G cup range, they sat on her huge, round belly. Looking down at herself she gasped at the size of her bump, it was enormous, she easily looked pregnant with triplets, it rose high and bulged out far in front of her. As the arm rests of the chair had yet to break, her belly was incapable of growing to the sides, instead the layer of fat was compacted, pressed together and instead rising like dough up and up even growing over the arm rests, and pushing her large breasts practically under her chin.

The pressure on her pants and panty waistbands had proven to be too much for the material and elastic to handle, and as a result had torn cleanly apart some minutes ago, at first the elastic had snapped making the rest of both garments loosen for a short minute before her still growing body filled in the slack. Shortly after the cotton of her yoga pants and the satin of her panties had followed suit, tearing wide open down the side seams allowing her softening waist and hips to bulge out. Her chubby thighs were now pressed together, their soft flesh rubbing together creating a trinity Kim was happy for, the surfaces of her inner thighs touched, as well as their tops being pressed against the underside of her immense and still growing belly. Kim was thankful because at least this obscured her now fattened pussy from the doctor's view, the utter indignity of what had happened to her was bad enough, but she was happy insult was not added to injury by exposing her most private possession to the sick mentalist.

She could still feel herself slowly expanding, the fat on her sides, belly and thighs pressing more against the wooden chair until...

CRACK!!!

"Oh my, sounds like you're becoming a little too much for that chair to handle, aren't you?" Placing a spider like hand on Kim's bulging belly he jiggled and wobbled her fat, "You're certainly looking a lot healthier now, don't you agree?"

Kim moaned again in discomfort and despair as tears streamed down her chubby cheeks.

The doctor placed his hands on Kim's huge breasts, "And look at these, that baby's going to be as well fed as you are", he lifted her right breast and dropped it against the soft skin of Kim's upper belly causing the mass to ripple gently, it landed with a slap as one surface of skin connected with another. "You're still growing, aren't you? I can feel it, you're still fattening up, filling and tightening, I don't think that chair's going to last much longer though. You've grown into a real porker, but you look so much better."

The chair emitted another sharp crack as the arm rests began giving way under the pressure of Kim's plump, pregnant belly, easily looking full term with about four little ones. Despite the obviously thick layer of fat encompassing her belly, Kim thought her skin still looked tight, holding its round fecund form rather than sagging or creasing, Kim thanked her strict workout and thrice-a-day lotion regime for that. As the arm rests began to widen around her belly she couldn't ignore the new expansion of her pregnant gut as it started growing to the sides as her fat began evening out. With the pressure of her belly she breathed deep, glad to be free of the chair's tight hold. Then she registered the doctor standing before her brandishing some sort of scanner, it resembled ones used in stores to scan the bar codes of purchasable items.

Waving the scanner over Kim's fattened, preggo form he smiled. "I took the liberty of scanning you will you were unconscious before, at the time I thought you were just a porker rather than pregnant, but trust me, now you're both. When we started this you were around 148 or 149 pounds. Do you want to know what you weigh now?"

Kim silently shook her head, she didn't want to know, it would make all that had transpired in the past hour all the more real, when really all she wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare.

The doctor smiled his shit-eating grin again, "Now, my dear, you're a VERY healthy 253 pounds. Ha! You're a serious butterball now!" Putting down the scanner the doctor approached Kim once more, rubbing his hands all over her immense curves and fattened form, "I've made an example of you, you'll serve as a message to all others of your profession: Stay out of other people's business!!!", and with that he delivered a sharp bare handed slap to the side of Kim's huge belly, leaving a deep, red hand mark.

Kim's eyes released more tears of pain as her fat belly seared from the doctor's slap, and she squealed when he reached around her head and removed the feeding mask and tube from her mouth.

"Scream all you want, you pregnant pig, we'll be long gone by the time anyone finds you", the doctor said in a smug tone.

Looking round Kim noticed that while the doctor had been concentrating on fattening her up, and she was concentrated on him, she had failed to notice that Mason had begun removing the various contraptions and containers that had littered the space of the warehouse they had been occupying. At this point all that remained was the barrel of the WG ice cream, Kim and the doctor. Kim gasped through her tears when she saw a grunting and panting Mason approach.

"Everything's loaded up and ready to go, sir", he informed the doctor with his thunderous voice.

"Good work, Mason, now take the WG barrel and we'll be on our way." The doctor turned back to Kim, "Well, my dear, this is the part where we part ways, I'm afraid. It's been fun, I feel like you've really grown from from our time together", he said with a chuckle. "So take care of the little one-", he poked deep into her soft belly again, "-and remember what I said-", then he placed the index finger of his right hand on Kim's nose, "-Keep THAT out of stuff what doesn't concern you, lord knows what might happen next time you do. So, adieu." Turning on his heel the doctor sauntered out of sight into the night with his henchman in tow, leaving a thoroughly fattened and naked Kim to moan, wiggle, weep and cry for help in the now empty warehouse until someone discovered her.