Chapter 9 - Alisha - Weight Gain, Large Insertion

It seemed like it had been months since she first arrived. In the beginning, she was chained to the wall; two red-robed men would enter the room every few hours and force her to drink a disgusting liquid. At first, she fought; sometimes she had caused them to spill it, but they would come back later with twice as much. They usually beat her after such an encounter, forcing her into submission.
 
As time passed, she learned to accept their liquid diet. The substance had a foul aroma, but that no longer bothered her now. Once she stopped fighting, they removed the chains, allowing her to move within the confines of her cell. She had gained weight since she had become captive, swelling from a small, dainty girl into an obese monstrosity.
 
She guessed she currently weighed about 300 pounds. I can’t even see my cooter anymore. Seeing her reflection in a small puddle depressed her. Her once pointed face now rounded with an extra chin; tangled jet-black hair hanged to her hips. Her shoulders and arms were lumpy with excess fat and her legs grew outward, leading to her expansive backside. Alisha’s mid-section now had three separate rolls on the sides of a hulking stomach; her sagging, arm-full breasts swayed with each step. They had recently washed her, so her ebony skin still looked fresh and youthful.
 
“I really let myself go.” She spoke to her reflection in the torchlight. “I guess this is what happens when you don’t have any hope.” She sighed and walked back to the wall. She sat down with a loud thud, causing her body to quake from the impact. She tried to sleep again. That’s all I seem to do now.
 
She awoke to footsteps. A shimmer of light illuminated from beneath the door. She rose unsteadily as the door opened with a groan. Her meal had arrived. She could barely hold back her excitement. She shuffled closer to accept their bowl, but this time it was different. This time the robed man led a group who carried a large wooden barrel. They struggled to heft it through the doorway. Once inside they set it down with moderate care. The leading man pried the lid off, “drink!” He dipped a silver goblet into the white muck before offering it to her. She drank hastily. It’s thicker, but it doesn’t taste as bad as it used to. Maybe I’m just used to it now. She gulped it down as the man watched.
 
The man took the cup from her and motioned for her to lie down. She plopped onto the damp stone floor before laying back. He filled the cup again before he knelt, parting her legs with his free hand. “Drink!” He used a finger to partially open her loins. Alisha reached one hand down, between her unsightly belly and plump leg, to part the opposite side. He proceeded to pour some of the creamy fluid between her spread lower lips. She felt it flowing inside of her. She moaned uncontrollably. Nothing has gone in there for such a long time; it feels spectacular!
 
He refilled the cup and continued pouring until she was brimming with the sticky substance. Now overflowing, the man stood and filled it yet again. This time he meant for her to drink normally. As she gulped down another helping, the man pressed her legs together. “Keep that inside until we return.” He took the cup and refilled it. “One more.” She complied, feeling queasy as she drank another cup full. She watched the door close and listened as their steps grew fainter. I feel so fulfilled. I want more! She rolled and used the barrel to raise herself. She dipped the goblet into the half-filled barrel and took another drink, and another. She was barely able to stomach the third.
 
Finally unable to ingest any more, she filled the cup and sat it on the floor. She got back onto the ground, and once in the correct position, she refilled her lower opening to the limit. Now, she waited, feeling nauseous for a long while. Once her stomach settled she fell asleep.
She awoke some time later and they hadn’t returned. This upset her. She decided to drink more in an attempt to relax. She arose and drank many a cup full. The barrel was approaching the bottom when she heard the door slam open. She was shocked to see the cultists rushing towards her.
 
“You defy my orders?”
“I’m sorry, I needed more!”
“Greed leads to punishment.”
 
They hit her, causing her retreat before tumbling backwards. Her skin slapped on the stone as she rolled to the wall. Pain wracked her body as they encircled her, grabbing her wrists and restraining her in chains. They left and returned shortly after with another barrel. Placing it in front of her, he pried the lid off. They departed again, leaving the sustenance just beyond her reach.
 
Alisha whined and struggled, attempting to free herself. It was in vain, as the delicious substance still sat temptingly close by. The need for more was agonizing. Why won’t they let me have more? What the fuck is going on? “Why the fuck are you taunting me?” She snapped, yelling into the empty, torch-lit room.
 
Days past, she thought, and still no one came. She figured she’d lose weight in that time, but instead she seemed to be growing. Now immobile, she figured she weighed about 500 pounds. Her arms and legs now had many folds. Alisha’s breasts flowed to either side, her nipples resting upon the stone. Her massive belly ballooned past her knees, covering the bulk of her outstretched legs. She cried herself to sleep.
 
Suddenly she felt hope. The robed figures entered and unclasped her chains. She tried to stand, but her arms buckled beneath her immense weight. They pulled her legs, causing her to sprawl flat on the ground. She heard a splash as the leader filled the goblet. He brought it to her lower lips and began filling her from below. Once that orifice overflowed, he refilled and came around, holding her head higher, allowing her to drink eagerly. Then they set to cleaning her. They brought in buckets of warm scented water and scoured her soft skin from head to toe.
 
“She is ready.” They left her without any explanation. She struggled to move, and after many attempts, she was able to roll onto her side. Sweating and breathless, she pulled on the barrel; it tipped and cracked as it hit the floor. “No, no, no!” She used all of her energy to scoot the broken barrel closer. She opened her mouth as the white fluid splashed upon her face. She swallowed as much as she was able and once empty she licked the remnants from her face. Alisha licked the inside of the barrel as well. I wonder why the torches in here never go out. The errant thought passed as she slid her tongue along the sodden wood.
 
A distant thud caught her attention. Then another, they grew in volume. Something is coming… something big! The small earthquakes stopped just beyond the wooden door. There was a loud crack as the entire wall fell forward, crumbling to the ground. She covered her face and screamed in a feeble attempt to protect herself.
 
A large silhouette appeared amidst the settling dust. An enormous, muscular man watched her without making a sound. He stood around 12 feet tall, having to lower his head so it didn’t hit the stone ceiling. His lone eye transfixed upon her, her own eyes drawn to the growing pole between his legs. Oh my god! It’s as big as my arm! She gasped. This caused the monster to salivate; he took only one, large step to stand above her.
 
A low groan escaped as he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his enormous hands around her and lifted her easily. He raised her to his mouth and licked sloppily between her legs. She was terrified as she saw his large, single eye watching her. He could tear me apart if he wanted to. She was awash with feelings of fear and euphoria as the beast slowly licked her privates.
 
It grunted as it moved her lower. She knew what was about to happen. She felt the engorged shaft pressing between her legs; the tip being forced into her small, damp opening. She shrieked as it passed the threshold. His hands moved her body down as his hips pressed up, impaling her on his swollen member. The warm spear pulsed inside of her. She could not believe it was still going in, but this amount pain could mean that she wouldn’t last to see the end of the experience. He disregarded her screams as he moved her fleshy body downward. Then he stopped, fully inside. It felt as if he was parting her womb. Her insides ached as he held her in place.
 
The Cyclops groaned as he started lifting her. He moved her up and down, sliding Alisha upon him like a sex doll. Her legs hanged limply and her breasts and belly flopped with each motion. Skin slapped against the toned monster as he fucked her. Abruptly, he stopped. His face was twisted as he held her in place, his organ buried to the hilt. He howled. Alisha watched his cum force her stomach outward. Each blast sent her skin upward before it settled in her inflating belly. I think he’s forcing cum into my womb. It fucking hurts!
 
The monster laid her upon the floor as he slid his slimy cock out of her. He retreated through the massive hole in the wall he had created. Alisha ran her hand upon her glistening thigh. She noticed it was the same white, creamy fluid she had been drinking for the past few months. The thought sickened her. Yuck! I’ve been addicted to his spunk all this time! At least I’m still alive, I guess. Her insides throbbed. She looked around the destroyed room before looking at her flabby arm. She sighed sadly. 