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(This story - though not necessarily this chapter - contains Female Weight Gain to extreme levels, uneven weight gain, overeating, force feeding, skewed power dynamics, and sexual situations including fondling, masturbation, anal and vaginal sex, and multiple penetration. Be warned, and enjoy!)

    The shaking continued, and Lucile started to realize this was more serious than she had first thought. She wished she had a powerful man to protect her, to reassure her that it was going to be alright.
    She heard the Captain’s voice again, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Lucile hurriedly retrieved her vest and managed to put it on her slim form without too much trouble. She looked around at her earlier potential candidates, but they all looked scared, and not in charge at all. Disappointed, she bent forward until her head was between her knees, and braced for impact.
    It wasn’t long until the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Lucile awoke and struggled to get out of bed. The punishment from that stupid poker game did not help but make it harder to get up, and neither did the large meals and (she assumed) nighttime tube feedings in the month since. But eventually she got to her feet, and waddled over to look at herself in the mirror.
    Her hips were ridiculously wide now, and her ass cheeks were nearly the size of small bean bag chairs, though firmer and rounder. Her thighs were each bigger than her hips had been when she’d washed ashore, tapering down to her thick calves, which met her feet in cankles. Her belly was starting to hang down over her crotch, and her breasts had become heavy enough to rest on it. Her face was round with a bit of a double chin, and her arms had started to get a little thicker.
    Sighing, she found something to wear, concerned with how many items of larger clothes were still hanging untouched in the closet. Giving herself a final check in the mirror, she walked to the bedroom door and opened it.
    That was when she noticed that she had reached a particular milestone in her weight gain - her hips brushed against the jamb and the other door in the pair of double doors. Sighing, she opened the second door, and went into the living room section of her suite. Sitting down on a two-cushion sofa, the sides of her butt cheeks touched the armrests.
    Glancing up at the cameras that she knew about, she thought again about this mysterious “employer” Colton was always on about. To have his own private island with this huge mansion built on it, an army of robots and all the technology she had experienced so far, he must be both rich and powerful. This thought made her flush the way it always did. Though she hated her situation, Lucile actually hoped it would mean she’d met him someday.
    A knock at the door ended here reverie, and Colton entered. “Ma’am, it’s time for your stomach stretching. Please make yourself comfortable.”
    “Oh, come on, Colton, I’m gaining weight like crazy! I shouldn’t have to go through anymore painful stomach stretching.”
    “You are not gaining quite fast enough for my employer’s liking, and he has ordered me to continue with them.”
    “Oh, he wants it? Did he order it? Was he forceful and demanding?”
    “I would have to answer ‘yes’ to each of those questions.”
    Lucile flushed again. “Okay, well, I guess I have to then…” She moved to a settee that was more than wide enough for her ass, and lay back. The pain, though excruciating, seemed a bit less because she knew the master of this island had ordered it.
    As breakfast was served in Lucile’s quarters, Colton slipped off to the control room to check on the other two. He glanced at the status board which read, “Day 126: Anaisha: 5’7” 466, Lucile: 5’5” 451, Tia: 5’10” 452”. Looking at the monitors, he could see recordings of Tia using the dildo she’d won, while Anaisha merely relaxed and read a magazine. The live feed showed all three eating an acceptable amount of food for breakfast - it appeared he had worn all three down into compliance.
    Looking at Lucile’s monitor, he thought about the odd line of questioning she had given him about his employer. Was it possible she was going through a form of the Helsinki Syndrome? Or perhaps she was compulsively attracted to power in men. In any case, he knew what to do.
    After breakfast, the three women were led into a room with three circles marked on the floor. Androids stood nearby with a complete set of VR equipment for each of them. Lucile asked, “What is this all for? Is it another go-cart race?” She bristled at the thought, still holding a grudge against Tia for her cheating that cost Lucile the win.
    Colton answered, “No. This time the virtual simulation will be hand-to-hand combat.”
    “Really?” Lucile gave a brief snort as she looked over her competition. Tia’s tits had grown so large, they nearly concealed her navel, despite her belly being big enough to cover her crotch and stick out a ways. Her arms were huge, flabby things that looked big enough to be a heavy man’s legs.
    It looked as though Anaisha had passed both of them in weight, but it may have only seemed that way because she was the shortest. Her gains were relatively even, giving her a belly that hung to her knees and breasts that were larger than Lucile’s resting on it. Her butt was definitely in the huge category, but compared to Lucile’s it looked cute and small.
    Of course, Lucile had to admit that she herself was not much better for physical combat.
    Colton led them to their respective circles, and the robots helped them into their gear. When Lucile’s was switched on, she looked down to see herself as she had been. She raised up a slim arm in front of her view, unbelieving just how much weight she’d gained in so little time.
    Nearby two forms winked into existence - the trim bodies of Anaisha and Tia. For some reason seeing Tia this way enraged Lucile. She was about to say something when she heard Colton’s voice booming as if from some distant loudspeaker. “Alright ladies, it should feel good to be in fighting form, at least for a little while. The objective of this contest is to defeat both of your opponents via hand-to-hand combat. The first to be eliminated will be required to commence eating non-stop past lunch, and on through dinnertime. Some stretching will occur as needed. The winner will receive a framed portrait of my employer to put in their room.”
    Lucile immediately perked up at that last part, and felt herself get a little turned on. Eyeing Tia, she yelled, “It’s your fault I no longer look like this!” and leaped at her with a flying kick.
    No one was more surprised than Tia, but she managed to dodge to the side faster than her enormous real-life breasts should allow. Lucile’s kick continued its course...until it hit poor Anaisha in the side! There was a health readout over her head, and Lucile could see she had taken away about a third of it.
    The fighting continued, with Lucile attacking Tia and Tia defending herself. Soon enough, Anaisha’s lack of violent tendencies cost her all of her life bar, and she winked out. The other two faced each other each with a tiny fraction remaining. Lucile yelled, “You won’t keep me from my prize!” and launched an attack.
    Tia only had time to say, “What?” before Lucile’s virtual fist socked her in her virtual jaw, ending the fight. They all had their gear removed to show the sweaty heaving masses collapsed on the floor all three had become.
    Colton said, “Very well. We’ll get you all cleaned up, and Anaisha will go to the dining table while the other two can relax in their rooms.” The androids came over and lifted them up with ease, and stripped them all of their VR gear. Two then helped each of them off their separate ways.
    Once Lucile had recovered and got washed up in the shower, she came out to see that something had been added to her room. There, on a wall above a low table was a framed painting of a man. He was dressed in a fine business suit, and had an air of seriousness about him. To Lucile it seemed as if the image exuded confidence and power.
    She spent the next couple of hours sitting in front of the.painting, examining it. Here was the master of this whole island, some distant financial empire, and her very fate. With almost worshipful reverence, she came to orgasm with only the barest physical manipulation.
    In the control room, Colton looked at the image on a monitor screen. On another was the figure of his employer, who looked exactly like the man in the painting. “I hope you’re right, Colton. That was a huge amount of calories to expend on that contest.”
    Colton replied flatly, “I believe it was sir. The fight only served to separate them more, and the way Lucile reacted to your image was optimal. I would say eventually she will do anything she is told just knowing that you ordered it.”
    “Good. It’s about time one of my ton of girls behaves herself!”
    “Indeed,” Colton replied as he looked back at the monitor showing Lucile. In it she was dutifully preparing to eat the meal brought to her. If he were the type to show emotion, Colton would have smiled.

    Everyone was yelling or talking in raised voices, and water could be heard rushing in from somewhere. Anaisha heard a flight attendant yell, “Everyone! Unfasten your seatbelt and make your way to the nearest exit!” At that, the crowd got wilder as people tried to rush to the exits, often in the wrong direction.
    She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and made her way into the aisle. As she was being sent along toward the back of the plane by the flow, she looked to see Rajit had gone into the aisle on the other side of the plane. As he made his way in the opposite direction, he never once looked back for her. Anaisha was devastated, and nearly had to be carried along.
    When she was almost to the rear exit, Anaisha felt the whole plane shake. Then, suddenly, the fuselage started to break up all around her. The water rushed in, and she was swept away.

    Anaisha awoke from another restless dream about drowning and opened her eyes. She was in a cold sweat, the sheets soaked. This wasn’t anything new, since even when she didn’t have a nightmare, she still tended to sweat quite a bit.
    Heaving herself out of bed, she got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror before hitting the shower. Though she was for all practical purposes just as big as the day before, Anaisha sometimes thought she could spot subtle differences day-to-day. Though her weight distribution was still fairly even, she was still a large girl. Her watermelon breasts lay on a belly that hung down nearly to her knees. Though she never imagined herself ever getting this big, she looked at her situation with a sort of resigned determinism. “It is what it is,” she would often think.
    After showering, Anaisha went to the closet to put on the outfit she had already picked out for herself when she was wearing smaller clothes. She continued this practice, already knowing what she’d like to wear up to three sizes from now.
    Fully clothed, she waddled out into the living area of her suite, having to go rather slowly lest she run out of breath. She said “Good morning!” to the pair of androids getting ready to serve her breakfast, even though she knew they wouldn’t answer. They filled a plate with variety of fatty foods and she dug in.
    As she was finishing, Colton came in and said, “I wanted to inform you that your next stretching session will be this afternoon. We’re going to serve a relatively light lunch, then after the stretching we will see just how much it of your supper takes to completely fill you.”
    Anaisha nodded. Though the stretching was as painful as ever, there was a certain full-like feeling accompanying it. She was finding she was craving that almost as much as the full sensation she got from stuffing herself to the brim with food. She supposed this was the primary reason she was gaining weight faster than either Tia or Lucile. But again, it was what it was, and she just decided to live with it.
    When the afternoon arrived, Anaisha was already in a comfortable position on one of the large sofas. When the marble expanded in her stomach, the desired full feeling came a moment before the pain. The first sensation enabled her to endure the second more stoically. When it was over, Anaisha was left with an empty feeling that she could only fill with food. When the robots came in with her dinner, she was actually relieved.
    In the control room, Colton was conversing with his employer. “Sir, it is my opinion that she is still feeling the loss of her fiance quite deeply. From her records it was obvious he was her world, and losing him revealed an emptiness that she has been filling with food. The stretching sessions have only seemed to exacerbate this longing.”
    “This is good then! She will keep eating more and more and I’ll have my ton of girls in no time.”
    Colton glanced at the weight readout, which read, “Day 172: Anaisha: 5’7” 628, Lucile: 5’5” 575, Tia: 5’10” 586” Turning to his boss, he replied, “While that is true, her emotional health may…”
    “To hell with that! We’re taking care of them, making sure they are fed and clothed, have a place to sleep and wash up, right? Well, then she’s fine!”
    “Yes, sir.” Colton watched the screen wink out and went to look at the monitors to see what Anaisha was up to. Apparently she was still gorging herself on dinner, but seemed to be close to ending.
    As Anaisha wiped her mouth after taking the last bite, she felt completely and pleasantly full. After cleaning up the androids then helped her to stand (it would have been quite a struggle by herself), and led her out the door and down the hall. Before she could ask where she was going, they opened the door to the room they’d been using for challenges.
    Lucile struggled to get through the opposite double doorway, her hips easily wider than a single door. Her ass stuck out in back a couple feet, round hemispheres with only a hint of cellulite. Her legs were so wide she couldn’t move them without them rubbing together nearly down to the knees, so she was forced into a wide-gait waddling motion to move forward. She lumbered to a large sofa and sat down with the help of one of the androids.
    Just then Tia came through the third set of double doors. She was having the opposite problem - her breasts were large enough to hang down most of the length of her prodigious belly. Though they still managed to stay as round as possible under the circumstances, their weight kept forcing them lower day by day, despite whatever gargantuan bras she would wear. She walked slowly to her couch, careful not to set the huge orbs swaying, and sat down with a robot’s help. Her breasts took up the entirety of her lap, and some of the cushions to either side.
    Once the three were seated, Colton spoke. “Before we get to today’s challenge, I need to share with you that the search for survivors of your flight has been called off.”
    There were murmurs of concern from all three. Lucile’s was the most prominent, however. “But my parents would never give up…”
    “Yes, it is in fact because of your parents that the search lasted as long as it did. But even your family’s resources are not unlimited, and they were forced to let it end.” Lucile looked crestfallen. It was obvious she had been holding out hope that her parents would find her one day. “Now, on to the challenge....”
    Anaisha didn’t really pay attention as Colton described the challenge, and the androids put the VR gear on her (nearly every challenge was VR at this point). She was thinking about her predicament. Her fiance Rajit was likely dead, but she had mourned him a long time ago. She really just wanted to go back to her room and eat.
    When she heard Colton say the loser would be hooked up to a feeding hose constantly for a whole week, she practically wrecked her plane or motorcycle or whatever it was as the race started. She didn’t know what prize the other two would be fighting over, and she didn’t care. As she was helped up and led away, she actually looked forward to the coming week.

    Tia tried to keep calm as she sat back up amid the raised, panicked voices and the sound of rushing water. She then heard a flight attendant yell, “Everyone! Unfasten your seatbelt and make your way to the nearest exit!” After that, there was a general panic and people got up and crowded the aisles.
    Tia tried to get to the girl across the aisle, but was unable as she was swept along forward. When she passed an attendant station, she extricated herself from the flow of people and started to search the cabinets. When she found what she was looking for, she pulled the large yellow bundle out that she hoped was a raft, and was prepared to re-enter the aisle. Before she could, the fuselage broke apart, and water swept her away.

    Tia awoke with a start and tried to sit up. She immediately became aware that she couldn’t due to the enormous orbs attached to her chest. She had to push hard with her arms behind her to finally force those things to roll on to her lap.
    She sighed as one of her mammoth tits began to slowly slide off of the edge of the bed. She knew she’d be stuck if it fell to the floor, so she started to pull against it. It was a losing battle, so eventually she had to say, “Help me.”
    Just then an android stepped out of a corner and held out a hand to stop her wayward breast, and extended the other for her to take. She grabbed its hand with both of hers and it pulled her to a standing position. Once she was vertical, Tia waddled over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were a variety of dildos that she’d won in various challenges since that first one three months ago. Choosing one of the larger ones, she rested her breasts on the bed and started to use it. When Colton started leaving one of his robots in her room to help her do the basic things that were becoming harder and harder - like just getting up out of bed - Tia was a little nervous about masterbating in front of it. But she soon got accustomed to its presence, and it’s not like it ever turned to watch her or reacted in any way.
    Once she was finished, Tia went into the bathroom to shower, and had to get help again to enter the stall safely. Her mammoth tits nearly took up the entire stall, but she knew if that day came there would be a larger bathroom in her future. It already happened once before.
    After she got dried off (with help), Tia lumbered back to her dresser, selected a different phallus and went to work again. Most days she found she was so horny she needed two sessions before breakfast time. These sessions became part of her routine fairly easily, since the treatments Colton administered had gone from monthly to weekly recently.
    As the android helped her dress, Tia looked at how gross her body had become since being imprisoned in the mansion. Of course her breasts dominated her frame, two large heavy bean bag chairs hanging off her chest. They covered her fat belly, which in turn covered her crotch and rested on her thighs while standing. Her ass was getting big enough that a normal-sized chair was uncomfortable. Her legs were thick and her upper arms were actually thicker than her legs at this point. Her face was filled out, and she had a double chin that wobbled as she moved her head. She was a mess, and if she didn’t have to see herself every day she would have been much more grossed out by the whole thing.
    Once Tia was dressed, her pendulous tits contained in an enormous sling that could only have been called a bra when she was wearing it, she waddled out into the living room, becoming out of breath by the time she reached a couch. As soon as she got seated (with help), Colton entered.
    “Good morning. Today, instead of taking breakfast in your room, you, Anaisha and Lucile will all eat together. In fact, you will be together all day long, just like old times.”
    “But I don’t…” The android was joined by another, and they gently helped Tia up. Seeing no other alternative, she started to waddle slowly toward the door, her gigantic breasts weighing her down with every step. She had to stop several times to catch her breath, leaning on a robot as needed. Eventually they made it to the grand dining hall, and with the androids’ help she sat down on a chair made especially for her, with huge bowled depressions on either side that her tits settled into perfectly.
    An opposite door opened and in came Lucile. Her hips made the double doors look like a single. Her ass stuck out behind her a couple feet, round hemispheres met by her incredibly thick thighs. She couldn’t walk except in tiny steps, and even then she had to be careful not to fall on her enormous rear. She held onto one of the androids for dear life as she sat down in her incredibly wide chair.
    Anaisha then arrived, and entered in the third set of double doors. Though her weight gain was more even, she was noticeably heavier than either of the other two. Her belly kept a round curve from underneath her large breasts to the bottom which hung down past her knees. She waddled in with the aid of a robot and sat down, her belly resting on a footstool in front of her.
    The food was piled onto their plates, and they began to eat automatically. The room was silent except for the sounds of their eating, until Anaisha said, “It’s good to see the both of you…”
    Lucile cut her off. “Shut up, fatso! Nobody cares.”
    Tia leapt to her defense, if only verbally. “You leave her alone, fat-ass! She was only trying to be nice!”
    “Oh yeah, cow? It’s amazing they having put you out to pasture yet!”
    “Listen, wide-load! I’m not the one who needs a permit just to sit down!”
    “The hell with you, Elsie! I’m surprised they haven’t put a bell around your neck yet!”
    The dialogue descended into chaos as the insults became more rapid. Anaisha just sat there and ate dejectedly, hoping the other two would stop soon.
    Colton watched the proceedings through a monitor. He glanced at the readout that said, “Day 210: Anaisha: 5’7” 762, Lucile: 5’5” 718, Tia: 5’10” 709” Turning to the monitor with his employer’s face, he said, “As you can see, the rift between the two is beyond repair. While Anaisha holds no animosity, her personality is not strong enough to force the other two into reconciliation. In addition, they have been eating quite obediently of late.”
    “We are so close, Colton! 11 pounds! My ‘ton of girls’ is 11 pounds away! You’ve done an acceptable job, Colton. I can’t wait to meet them in person.”
    “I believe you will be pleased, sir.”
    “Hippo-hips!”
    “Balloon tits!”
    By the time Colton got into the room, it was clear that the good insults were long gone. Holding up his hands, he said, “Ladies, please. There is time for a quick challenge before lunch.” The androids cleared the table and moved it off to one side. They then helped the women into their VR gear. “This one is a classic - the cart-racing game from your first challenge.”
    As soon as the track and cars became visible, Tia and Lucile started trying to run each other off the road. Anaisha plodded along to victory due to their mutual destruction.
    Colton said, “As you might realize, I was unable to tell you the penalties and/or prizes before the two of you started going at each other. So let’s say the penalty for not winning is the feeding tube for 24 hours. Anaisha, your prize is to be able to eat lunch in peace for as long as you’d like.”
    As the two women were helped up and out of the room, Colton knew that, this punishment would only serve to make them hate each other more. He then turned to Anaisha as the table was moved back in place and food was brought in, and noted how good a job he had done.

Description

(This story - though not necessarily this chapter - contains Female Weight Gain to extreme levels, uneven weight gain, overeating, force feeding, skewed power dynamics, and sexual situations including fondling, masturbation, anal and vaginal sex, and multiple penetration. Be warned, and enjoy!)

    The shaking continued, and Lucile started to realize this was more serious than she had first thought. She wished she had a powerful man to protect her, to reassure her that it was going to be alright.
    She heard the Captain’s voice again, saying, “Ladies and gentlemen. We have lost function in two of our engines, and will be forced to descend into the water below. Please take your life vests from under your seat, put them on, then assume brace positions. Thank you.”
    Lucile hurriedly retrieved her vest and managed to put it on her slim form without too much trouble. She looked around at her earlier potential candidates, but they all looked scared, and not in charge at all. Disappointed, she bent forward until her head was between her knees, and braced for impact.
    It wasn’t long until the plane hit the water and everything went dark.

    Lucile awoke and struggled to get out of bed. The punishment from that stupid poker game did not help but make it harder to get up, and neither did the large meals and (she assumed) nighttime tube feedings in the month since. But eventually she got to her feet, and waddled over to look at herself in the mirror.
    Her hips were ridiculously wide now, and her ass cheeks were nearly the size of small bean bag chairs, though firmer and rounder. Her thighs were each bigger than her hips had been when she’d washed ashore, tapering down to her thick calves, which met her feet in cankles. Her belly was starting to hang down over her crotch, and her breasts had become heavy enough to rest on it. Her face was round with a bit of a double chin, and her arms had started to get a little thicker.
    Sighing, she found something to wear, concerned with how many items of larger clothes were still hanging untouched in the closet. Giving herself a final check in the mirror, she walked to the bedroom door and opened it.
    That was when she noticed that she had reached a particular milestone in her weight gain - her hips brushed against the jamb and the other door in the pair of double doors. Sighing, she opened the second door, and went into the living room section of her suite. Sitting down on a two-cushion sofa, the sides of her butt cheeks touched the armrests.
    Glancing up at the cameras that she knew about, she thought again about this mysterious “employer” Colton was always on about. To have his own private island with this huge mansion built on it, an army of robots and all the technology she had experienced so far, he must be both rich and powerful. This thought made her flush the way it always did. Though she hated her situation, Lucile actually hoped it would mean she’d met him someday.
    A knock at the door ended here reverie, and Colton entered. “Ma’am, it’s time for your stomach stretching. Please make yourself comfortable.”
    “Oh, come on, Colton, I’m gaining weight like crazy! I shouldn’t have to go through anymore painful stomach stretching.”
    “You are not gaining quite fast enough for my employer’s liking, and he has ordered me to continue with them.”
    “Oh, he wants it? Did he order it? Was he forceful and demanding?”
    “I would have to answer ‘yes’ to each of those questions.”
    Lucile flushed again. “Okay, well, I guess I have to then…” She moved to a settee that was more than wide enough for her ass, and lay back. The pain, though excruciating, seemed a bit less because she knew the master of this island had ordered it.
    As breakfast was served in Lucile’s quarters, Colton slipped off to the control room to check on the other two. He glanced at the status board which read, “Day 126: Anaisha: 5’7” 466, Lucile: 5’5” 451, Tia: 5’10” 452”. Looking at the monitors, he could see recordings of Tia using the dildo she’d won, while Anaisha merely relaxed and read a magazine. The live feed showed all three eating an acceptable amount of food for breakfast - it appeared he had worn all three down into compliance.
    Looking at Lucile’s monitor, he thought about the odd line of questioning she had given him about his employer. Was it possible she was going through a form of the Helsinki Syndrome? Or perhaps she was compulsively attracted to power in men. In any case, he knew what to do.
    After breakfast, the three women were led into a room with three circles marked on the floor. Androids stood nearby with a complete set of VR equipment for each of them. Lucile asked, “What is this all for? Is it another go-cart race?” She bristled at the thought, still holding a grudge against Tia for her cheating that cost Lucile the win.
    Colton answered, “No. This time the virtual simulation will be hand-to-hand combat.”
    “Really?” Lucile gave a brief snort as she looked over her competition. Tia’s tits had grown so large, they nearly concealed her navel, despite her belly being big enough to cover her crotch and stick out a ways. Her arms were huge, flabby things that looked big enough to be a heavy man’s legs.
    It looked as though Anaisha had passed both of them in weight, but it may have only seemed that way because she was the shortest. Her gains were relatively even, giving her a belly that hung to her knees and breasts that were larger than Lucile’s resting on it. Her butt was definitely in the huge category, but compared to Lucile’s it looked cute and small.
    Of course, Lucile had to admit that she herself was not much better for physical combat.
    Colton led them to their respective circles, and the robots helped them into their gear. When Lucile’s was switched on, she looked down to see herself as she had been. She raised up a slim arm in front of her view, unbelieving just how much weight she’d gained in so little time.
    Nearby two forms winked into existence - the trim bodies of Anaisha and Tia. For some reason seeing Tia this way enraged Lucile. She was about to say something when she heard Colton’s voice booming as if from some distant loudspeaker. “Alright ladies, it should feel good to be in fighting form, at least for a little while. The objective of this contest is to defeat both of your opponents via hand-to-hand combat. The first to be eliminated will be required to commence eating non-stop past lunch, and on through dinnertime. Some stretching will occur as needed. The winner will receive a framed portrait of my employer to put in their room.”
    Lucile immediately perked up at that last part, and felt herself get a little turned on. Eyeing Tia, she yelled, “It’s your fault I no longer look like this!” and leaped at her with a flying kick.
    No one was more surprised than Tia, but she managed to dodge to the side faster than her enormous real-life breasts should allow. Lucile’s kick continued its course...until it hit poor Anaisha in the side! There was a health readout over her head, and Lucile could see she had taken away about a third of it.
    The fighting continued, with Lucile attacking Tia and Tia defending herself. Soon enough, Anaisha’s lack of violent tendencies cost her all of her life bar, and she winked out. The other two faced each other each with a tiny fraction remaining. Lucile yelled, “You won’t keep me from my prize!” and launched an attack.
    Tia only had time to say, “What?” before Lucile’s virtual fist socked her in her virtual jaw, ending the fight. They all had their gear removed to show the sweaty heaving masses collapsed on the floor all three had become.
    Colton said, “Very well. We’ll get you all cleaned up, and Anaisha will go to the dining table while the other two can relax in their rooms.” The androids came over and lifted them up with ease, and stripped them all of their VR gear. Two then helped each of them off their separate ways.
    Once Lucile had recovered and got washed up in the shower, she came out to see that something had been added to her room. There, on a wall above a low table was a framed painting of a man. He was dressed in a fine business suit, and had an air of seriousness about him. To Lucile it seemed as if the image exuded confidence and power.
    She spent the next couple of hours sitting in front of the.painting, examining it. Here was the master of this whole island, some distant financial empire, and her very fate. With almost worshipful reverence, she came to orgasm with only the barest physical manipulation.
    In the control room, Colton looked at the image on a monitor screen. On another was the figure of his employer, who looked exactly like the man in the painting. “I hope you’re right, Colton. That was a huge amount of calories to expend on that contest.”
    Colton replied flatly, “I believe it was sir. The fight only served to separate them more, and the way Lucile reacted to your image was optimal. I would say eventually she will do anything she is told just knowing that you ordered it.”
    “Good. It’s about time one of my ton of girls behaves herself!”
    “Indeed,” Colton replied as he looked back at the monitor showing Lucile. In it she was dutifully preparing to eat the meal brought to her. If he were the type to show emotion, Colton would have smiled.

    Everyone was yelling or talking in raised voices, and water could be heard rushing in from somewhere. Anaisha heard a flight attendant yell, “Everyone! Unfasten your seatbelt and make your way to the nearest exit!” At that, the crowd got wilder as people tried to rush to the exits, often in the wrong direction.
    She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, and made her way into the aisle. As she was being sent along toward the back of the plane by the flow, she looked to see Rajit had gone into the aisle on the other side of the plane. As he made his way in the opposite direction, he never once looked back for her. Anaisha was devastated, and nearly had to be carried along.
    When she was almost to the rear exit, Anaisha felt the whole plane shake. Then, suddenly, the fuselage started to break up all around her. The water rushed in, and she was swept away.

    Anaisha awoke from another restless dream about drowning and opened her eyes. She was in a cold sweat, the sheets soaked. This wasn’t anything new, since even when she didn’t have a nightmare, she still tended to sweat quite a bit.
    Heaving herself out of bed, she got to her feet and looked at herself in the mirror before hitting the shower. Though she was for all practical purposes just as big as the day before, Anaisha sometimes thought she could spot subtle differences day-to-day. Though her weight distribution was still fairly even, she was still a large girl. Her watermelon breasts lay on a belly that hung down nearly to her knees. Though she never imagined herself ever getting this big, she looked at her situation with a sort of resigned determinism. “It is what it is,” she would often think.
    After showering, Anaisha went to the closet to put on the outfit she had already picked out for herself when she was wearing smaller clothes. She continued this practice, already knowing what she’d like to wear up to three sizes from now.
    Fully clothed, she waddled out into the living area of her suite, having to go rather slowly lest she run out of breath. She said “Good morning!” to the pair of androids getting ready to serve her breakfast, even though she knew they wouldn’t answer. They filled a plate with variety of fatty foods and she dug in.
    As she was finishing, Colton came in and said, “I wanted to inform you that your next stretching session will be this afternoon. We’re going to serve a relatively light lunch, then after the stretching we will see just how much it of your supper takes to completely fill you.”
    Anaisha nodded. Though the stretching was as painful as ever, there was a certain full-like feeling accompanying it. She was finding she was craving that almost as much as the full sensation she got from stuffing herself to the brim with food. She supposed this was the primary reason she was gaining weight faster than either Tia or Lucile. But again, it was what it was, and she just decided to live with it.
    When the afternoon arrived, Anaisha was already in a comfortable position on one of the large sofas. When the marble expanded in her stomach, the desired full feeling came a moment before the pain. The first sensation enabled her to endure the second more stoically. When it was over, Anaisha was left with an empty feeling that she could only fill with food. When the robots came in with her dinner, she was actually relieved.
    In the control room, Colton was conversing with his employer. “Sir, it is my opinion that she is still feeling the loss of her fiance quite deeply. From her records it was obvious he was her world, and losing him revealed an emptiness that she has been filling with food. The stretching sessions have only seemed to exacerbate this longing.”
    “This is good then! She will keep eating more and more and I’ll have my ton of girls in no time.”
    Colton glanced at the weight readout, which read, “Day 172: Anaisha: 5’7” 628, Lucile: 5’5” 575, Tia: 5’10” 586” Turning to his boss, he replied, “While that is true, her emotional health may…”
    “To hell with that! We’re taking care of them, making sure they are fed and clothed, have a place to sleep and wash up, right? Well, then she’s fine!”
    “Yes, sir.” Colton watched the screen wink out and went to look at the monitors to see what Anaisha was up to. Apparently she was still gorging herself on dinner, but seemed to be close to ending.
    As Anaisha wiped her mouth after taking the last bite, she felt completely and pleasantly full. After cleaning up the androids then helped her to stand (it would have been quite a struggle by herself), and led her out the door and down the hall. Before she could ask where she was going, they opened the door to the room they’d been using for challenges.
    Lucile struggled to get through the opposite double doorway, her hips easily wider than a single door. Her ass stuck out in back a couple feet, round hemispheres with only a hint of cellulite. Her legs were so wide she couldn’t move them without them rubbing together nearly down to the knees, so she was forced into a wide-gait waddling motion to move forward. She lumbered to a large sofa and sat down with the help of one of the androids.
    Just then Tia came through the third set of double doors. She was having the opposite problem - her breasts were large enough to hang down most of the length of her prodigious belly. Though they still managed to stay as round as possible under the circumstances, their weight kept forcing them lower day by day, despite whatever gargantuan bras she would wear. She walked slowly to her couch, careful not to set the huge orbs swaying, and sat down with a robot’s help. Her breasts took up the entirety of her lap, and some of the cushions to either side.
    Once the three were seated, Colton spoke. “Before we get to today’s challenge, I need to share with you that the search for survivors of your flight has been called off.”
    There were murmurs of concern from all three. Lucile’s was the most prominent, however. “But my parents would never give up…”
    “Yes, it is in fact because of your parents that the search lasted as long as it did. But even your family’s resources are not unlimited, and they were forced to let it end.” Lucile looked crestfallen. It was obvious she had been holding out hope that her parents would find her one day. “Now, on to the challenge....”
    Anaisha didn’t really pay attention as Colton described the challenge, and the androids put the VR gear on her (nearly every challenge was VR at this point). She was thinking about her predicament. Her fiance Rajit was likely dead, but she had mourned him a long time ago. She really just wanted to go back to her room and eat.
    When she heard Colton say the loser would be hooked up to a feeding hose constantly for a whole week, she practically wrecked her plane or motorcycle or whatever it was as the race started. She didn’t know what prize the other two would be fighting over, and she didn’t care. As she was helped up and led away, she actually looked forward to the coming week.

    Tia tried to keep calm as she sat back up amid the raised, panicked voices and the sound of rushing water. She then heard a flight attendant yell, “Everyone! Unfasten your seatbelt and make your way to the nearest exit!” After that, there was a general panic and people got up and crowded the aisles.
    Tia tried to get to the girl across the aisle, but was unable as she was swept along forward. When she passed an attendant station, she extricated herself from the flow of people and started to search the cabinets. When she found what she was looking for, she pulled the large yellow bundle out that she hoped was a raft, and was prepared to re-enter the aisle. Before she could, the fuselage broke apart, and water swept her away.

    Tia awoke with a start and tried to sit up. She immediately became aware that she couldn’t due to the enormous orbs attached to her chest. She had to push hard with her arms behind her to finally force those things to roll on to her lap.
    She sighed as one of her mammoth tits began to slowly slide off of the edge of the bed. She knew she’d be stuck if it fell to the floor, so she started to pull against it. It was a losing battle, so eventually she had to say, “Help me.”
    Just then an android stepped out of a corner and held out a hand to stop her wayward breast, and extended the other for her to take. She grabbed its hand with both of hers and it pulled her to a standing position. Once she was vertical, Tia waddled over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were a variety of dildos that she’d won in various challenges since that first one three months ago. Choosing one of the larger ones, she rested her breasts on the bed and started to use it. When Colton started leaving one of his robots in her room to help her do the basic things that were becoming harder and harder - like just getting up out of bed - Tia was a little nervous about masterbating in front of it. But she soon got accustomed to its presence, and it’s not like it ever turned to watch her or reacted in any way.
    Once she was finished, Tia went into the bathroom to shower, and had to get help again to enter the stall safely. Her mammoth tits nearly took up the entire stall, but she knew if that day came there would be a larger bathroom in her future. It already happened once before.
    After she got dried off (with help), Tia lumbered back to her dresser, selected a different phallus and went to work again. Most days she found she was so horny she needed two sessions before breakfast time. These sessions became part of her routine fairly easily, since the treatments Colton administered had gone from monthly to weekly recently.
    As the android helped her dress, Tia looked at how gross her body had become since being imprisoned in the mansion. Of course her breasts dominated her frame, two large heavy bean bag chairs hanging off her chest. They covered her fat belly, which in turn covered her crotch and rested on her thighs while standing. Her ass was getting big enough that a normal-sized chair was uncomfortable. Her legs were thick and her upper arms were actually thicker than her legs at this point. Her face was filled out, and she had a double chin that wobbled as she moved her head. She was a mess, and if she didn’t have to see herself every day she would have been much more grossed out by the whole thing.
    Once Tia was dressed, her pendulous tits contained in an enormous sling that could only have been called a bra when she was wearing it, she waddled out into the living room, becoming out of breath by the time she reached a couch. As soon as she got seated (with help), Colton entered.
    “Good morning. Today, instead of taking breakfast in your room, you, Anaisha and Lucile will all eat together. In fact, you will be together all day long, just like old times.”
    “But I don’t…” The android was joined by another, and they gently helped Tia up. Seeing no other alternative, she started to waddle slowly toward the door, her gigantic breasts weighing her down with every step. She had to stop several times to catch her breath, leaning on a robot as needed. Eventually they made it to the grand dining hall, and with the androids’ help she sat down on a chair made especially for her, with huge bowled depressions on either side that her tits settled into perfectly.
    An opposite door opened and in came Lucile. Her hips made the double doors look like a single. Her ass stuck out behind her a couple feet, round hemispheres met by her incredibly thick thighs. She couldn’t walk except in tiny steps, and even then she had to be careful not to fall on her enormous rear. She held onto one of the androids for dear life as she sat down in her incredibly wide chair.
    Anaisha then arrived, and entered in the third set of double doors. Though her weight gain was more even, she was noticeably heavier than either of the other two. Her belly kept a round curve from underneath her large breasts to the bottom which hung down past her knees. She waddled in with the aid of a robot and sat down, her belly resting on a footstool in front of her.
    The food was piled onto their plates, and they began to eat automatically. The room was silent except for the sounds of their eating, until Anaisha said, “It’s good to see the both of you…”
    Lucile cut her off. “Shut up, fatso! Nobody cares.”
    Tia leapt to her defense, if only verbally. “You leave her alone, fat-ass! She was only trying to be nice!”
    “Oh yeah, cow? It’s amazing they having put you out to pasture yet!”
    “Listen, wide-load! I’m not the one who needs a permit just to sit down!”
    “The hell with you, Elsie! I’m surprised they haven’t put a bell around your neck yet!”
    The dialogue descended into chaos as the insults became more rapid. Anaisha just sat there and ate dejectedly, hoping the other two would stop soon.
    Colton watched the proceedings through a monitor. He glanced at the readout that said, “Day 210: Anaisha: 5’7” 762, Lucile: 5’5” 718, Tia: 5’10” 709” Turning to the monitor with his employer’s face, he said, “As you can see, the rift between the two is beyond repair. While Anaisha holds no animosity, her personality is not strong enough to force the other two into reconciliation. In addition, they have been eating quite obediently of late.”
    “We are so close, Colton! 11 pounds! My ‘ton of girls’ is 11 pounds away! You’ve done an acceptable job, Colton. I can’t wait to meet them in person.”
    “I believe you will be pleased, sir.”
    “Hippo-hips!”
    “Balloon tits!”
    By the time Colton got into the room, it was clear that the good insults were long gone. Holding up his hands, he said, “Ladies, please. There is time for a quick challenge before lunch.” The androids cleared the table and moved it off to one side. They then helped the women into their VR gear. “This one is a classic - the cart-racing game from your first challenge.”
    As soon as the track and cars became visible, Tia and Lucile started trying to run each other off the road. Anaisha plodded along to victory due to their mutual destruction.
    Colton said, “As you might realize, I was unable to tell you the penalties and/or prizes before the two of you started going at each other. So let’s say the penalty for not winning is the feeding tube for 24 hours. Anaisha, your prize is to be able to eat lunch in peace for as long as you’d like.”
    As the two women were helped up and out of the room, Colton knew that, this punishment would only serve to make them hate each other more. He then turned to Anaisha as the table was moved back in place and food was brought in, and noted how good a job he had done.