Justine's newly rounded body scared her. It already didn't make sense that she'd been able to eat all that food but now it just turned to fat in what felt like hours at the most? Her stomach that had felt painfully full and taut was soft and pliable, it jiggled under her mess coated apron as she moved. The top of the apron was caught in her now deep cleavage and the strap meant to go around her waist was as inadequate as the apron's length over the curve over her belly. The locked on high heels made her round rump sway and wobble annoyingly as she moved.
Catching the glinting key in the lock, Justine was happy to be done with this room but dread filled her as she thought of the next. Her captor was especially twisted and seemed to have nearly magical powers at his (or her?) hands. Both tasks so far had been torture. Who could be so intent on making me this miserable? Who could even do these things? she thought, trying to come up with anyone who might have held a grudge.
Justine realized she was actually very hungry, even though the thought of more food also made her want to vomit. Her stomach felt hollow, like she could eat another large meal and still want for food, though not to the extreme provided by the strange medicine. She looked at the remaining food but decided against eating anything else for the moment, the thoughts of what she'd just gone through were too strong. If she had her hands free, she could bring some with her but there didn't seem to be a practical way of doing so without them.
She had to move on. The psychological and physical stress was really getting to her and it would only get worse it seemed. She felt weak on her feet but kept her balance, making her way to the door and bending down carefully to turn the key in the lock with her teeth. She opened the door cautiously with a push of her shoulder and stepped into the next room.
Fri Dec 19 04:46:15 2014