The large hall was packed with twenty svelte beauties. All had been contacted via the Internet, over very discreet channels, about this auction. Several ultra rich Arab oil barons were looking to add to their harems and were willing to pay top dollar to young beautiful American women for up to two years of faithful service. Mike Chance, the organizer of the auction, had contacted them. Over a period of months he had contacted and gathered the almost two dozen young beauties with promises of wealth and luxury. The actual auction had gone on over the Internet; all of the women were already bought and paid for. This was kind of a celebration party. Representatives of the Arabs, and some of the Arabs themselves were present to meet their new acquisition and have a little toast to Mike Chance, the man who made it all possible.
It was quite a sight. All of the women were dressed in their sexiest evening gowns, bought undoubtedly with an advance on the money they were going to make. Blondes, brunettes redheads, of all races and creeds all from the ages of 20-24. They giggled and chatted nervously, wondering what was ahead of them, or who was their new "owner". Mike entered the hall and stood by the head of the table, he was a handsome man of about thirty, and looked rather dashing in his tuxedo. There was a smattering of applause as he waved and blew some kisses at the girls. When he reached the table, several waiters came out and poured every girl a tiny glass of champagne. When that was finished he lifted his own glass.
"Well girls, tonight's the big night. It took almost a year but we're finally here. I know a lot of you have questions, and are excited about what awaits you, but please hold them for now. Right now let's just appreciate the moment. You're all about to start a new life, if even for a short while, and that's worth savoring. In a few moments your new 'employers'" more than a few girls giggled at that. "will come to take you away. It will be a glorious life, pampered and spoiled like princesses, when your time comes up you won't want to leave. So for now let's have a toast" Mike raised his glass and the rest followed suit "and say goodbye to the old you, and hello to the new!" Mike raised his glass higher and then drank his down; the rest of the girls did the same. Several giggled at the feel of the bubbles in their throats and tummies.
"And now let's meet your benefactors!" Shouted Mike and he began clapping his hands. The girls did also as a line of well-dressed Arab men began to file into the room towards Mike. All of them were beaming with happiness and…was it anticipation? They fell in behind Mike. "Let's give it up for 'em girls c'mon!" Mike began to clap harder and some of the girls did also, but others decided that clapping wasn't the best way to show their appreciation. None of the girls knew who had bought them, so many of them just began posing for the Arabs. They started doing fashion model turns, and showing themselves off at different angles. The Arabs became more excited and most of them took out camcorders to immortalize the moment. About a minute of this went by, soon all of the girls were posing and sashaying. Most were too busy to notice the changes happening to themselves and the girls around them.
The girls began to get fatter. It was slow and unnoticeable at first, but gradually a change could be seen in them. Cheeks got fuller, stomachs pressed harder against the belts and waists of their dresses, asses and hips began to spread out, and breasts began to strain at their bras. Most girls thought it might have been the excitement of the moment, but many were finding it more difficult to move so easily when their dresses got tighter. Mike was conversing with the Arabs who were grinning excitedly and taping the transformation of the twenty young girls. With increasing speed the women began to get fatter. None of the girls had come in at more than 120 pounds, but now everyone had easily put on at least twenty pounds and were still gaining steadily. Now the girls became aware and grew alarmed. All around them women were bursting out of their dresses as their trim figures ballooned outwards with accumulating fat. Some fell to the floor or their chairs as they watched in horror as they rapidly gained weight. Others screamed and danced about in fear and dismay watching as their new clothes literally exploded off of them. Only one girl seemed to remain somewhat calm, even though she was getting fat just like the rest.
Her name was Nichole Hender, and she was an undercover FBI agent trying to bust this white slave trade ring. She had found the organization on the Internet, despite Mike's best efforts, and had managed to insinuate herself into it. It really wasn't that difficult, she was incredibly beautiful. She had come to this hall a trim 117 pounds and 5'6" inch frame. She had bright red hair and sparkling green eyes. Her athletic figure was the result of a lifetime of exercise and denial. She had hoped she could get her hands on Jamal Rashid Al Ibram. She had been on his case for a year and a half now, and this looked to be her big break. He was actually here; she could see him eagerly video taping the whole thing. "That tape will make great evidence" she thought to herself as she calmly spoke into the microphone concealed in her broach to the backup she had waiting. She didn't have an earpiece though, it was just too risky, and it would be too easily found. She related to her backup everything that was happening including positions of guards, Arabs, girls, and that slimy bastard Mike. "Wait just a bit longer, let them get into a better position, too many girls could get hurt." She looked down at her still expanding body "we're all much bigger hostages now." She said grimly.
The fattening was starting to slow down, and several guards came in carrying guns and more bottles of champagne. The girls panicked at this even more but Mike began to speak again to calm them down. They had all increased their weight by one hundred pounds in less than five minutes.
"Girls, girls calm down. Take it easy. No one's going to be hurt. Your job hasn't changed; I've just modified you a bit to better serve the tastes of your masters. You're still going to join their harems for only a year two, and you'll still be paid the same, actually many of you will probably get bonuses if you play your cards right." The girls began to calm down and struggle into their chairs. All but one. She tried bolting for the stage to try and get her flabby hands on Mike. She was easily stopped by the strong men who held her carefully as Mike approached her with a champagne bottle. "Many of you are fat enough the way you are now, however I can't guarantee you'll stay that way, your masters all have slightly different opinions of what 'fat enough' is. I can guarantee this however. If you try to escape, or if you are rebellious you're going to put on a lot more weight. Hold her mouth open." He said to one of the men. Her head was tilted back and her nose pinched shut. Another man roughly grabbed her face and lower jaw and levered it open. Mike then poured a generous amount of champagne into her mouth. Before she could spit it out her mouth was held shut. "Swallow it, and we'll let you breathe." Mike said calmly. She tried shaking her head and holding out, but after only a few seconds her face turned red and she frantically gulped it down. The men let her go and she slumped to the ground coughing.
"Y-you bastard!" She panted.
"Do you want more?" asked Mike.
The poor girl looked down and saw herself begin to expand again, this time with greater speed. She kept her mouth shut and whimpered softly. Her already huge breasts started swelling with more fat, stretching the areola until they looked like brown pancakes on her chest. Then her large paunch grew still larger, folding over itself in thickening layers of flab. Soon it covered her pubis and began to sag further. Her arms grew wider as they plumped up like sausages. Her ass and hips widened until they were twice as wide as they were before her second helping of champagne. After a few more minutes she stopped, but she had most likely doubled her weight, and was now probably over four hundred pounds. Mike nodded his head at one of the Arabs who grinned hugely and clapped his hands. He came forward as two guards helped her to stand and she was led away.
All the while this was happening Nichole was signaling to her back up as urgently as she could without drawing attention to herself. Seeing that girl get a second helping was enough. She needed to stop this now. In a few minutes her backup would arrive and they'd get everyone. A few minutes passed and the only thing that happened was that the girl was led away. What the Hell? She thought and began signaling again. Meanwhile Mike was addressing the group of fattened concubines.
"You'll be very well fed and cared for. You'll also be in good health. The formula I gave you takes away any of the health endangering aspects of obesity, so don't worry about that. You might not believe me now, but many of you will come to enjoy your new self. No more starving yourselves, no more sweaty exercising. You'll be waited on hand and foot, your only job is to please your new master and eat. And remember this isn't permanent, once your time is up, you'll be free to go and lose the weight if you like, and you'll have plenty of money to do it with. And again if you rebel, well I'll be happy to sell your masters a supply of the formula I gave you." He looked meaningfully at the girls and then back to the Arabs who were still grinning like schoolchildren. "There is one among you however, who I feel I have to make another example of. This is a person who has just earned a life time position as the center of attention in her new Master's harem." Mike walked around the table; the girls cringed away from him as he did. "My masterpiece if you will." A large side door was opened and an oversized forklift was driven in. On the forks it held an enormous chair, one fit for a giant it seemed. "One of my customers wanted a girl whose size defied description, who broke all records, who literally was the biggest woman ever to waddle on the planet. 'That's a tall order' I said, and wasn't sure I could do it, Hell I wasn't sure if I wanted to subject a woman to that kind of fattening. That's when a certain someone came to my attention. You see this person is an undercover cop who right now is probably wondering why her backup's not here. Sorry honey, I'm a bit more clever than that. All transmissions leaving this building are scrambled." Nichole gulped nervously, trying to hide herself amongst the other portly beauties. "Well I knew I had my candidate, and could you imagine my surprise when I found out that she and her master-to-be already knew each other! When I told him this he was so pleased he asked if I could make her even bigger than what he had asked before." Nichole began to sweat profusely as she looked down at the newly acquired rolls of flab she had gained. "I said 'Sure, let's pull out all the stops.'" At this point Nichole's nerve broke. Reaching into the rags of her shredded dress she pulled out her badge and tried to get the gun that was concealed very cleverly under her thigh. Only with her pudgy hands she just couldn't quite pull it out. She went ahead anyway brandishing her badge, hoping she could bluff her way out of this.
"Everybody freeze! I'm an undercover Federal Agent! This place is surrounded! You're all under arrest for kidnapping!" She shouted holding the badge forward, and using her other hand to try and conceal her large floppy breasts.
"Right on time agent Nichole!" Said Mike as his men gathered around him.
"My backup is going to storm in at any second!" She shouted.
The girls waited anxiously with hope in their eyes. Mike, his men, and the Arabs waited with amusement. A few seconds went by and finally Mike said: "Well apparently your backup fell for the misinformation they received. They're undoubtedly raiding that senior citizens party in the next town at this very moment. Boy I bet they feel stupid. Boys put her in the chair." The men rushed forwards and grabbed her. They quickly removed the useless gun from its hiding place and dragged her over to the chair that had been dropped by the forklift. The men had to actually climb into it and drag her with them. They sat her down and then strapped her in with nylon belts. The chair was so large in comparison to her that she looked like a doll sitting in a grown-up's chair. A man was standing on either side of her, while Mike climbed around back on the forklift where another man was setting up some equipment on the tall back of the chair. It was a large funnel, which was clamped to the top of the chair. He attached a long tube to the nozzle at the bottom of the funnel and handed it down to the men. One of the men forced Nichole's mouth open, while the other placed plastic braces into her open jaws. "You can let go" the man said to his partner. He did and Nichole discovered that she could neither close her mouth, nor spit out the braces. Next the men tilted her head back and attached one more strap; this went under her chin, forcing her to look at the ceiling with a wide gaping mouth. One of the men was then easily able to insert the tube part way down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, her hands flexing impotently, but she was held firm. Mike was now looking down on her from the top of the chair, an open bottle of champagne in each hand. To the right of the forklift was a large digital read out screen. The chair had been placed on an industrial scale.
"Well, bottoms' up Nichole!" Shouted Mike as he began to pour both bottles into the funnel at the same time. Nichole's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of their sockets, so wide were they with shock and fear. The champagne rushed down the tube and into her belly very quickly, and soon both bottles were emptied. Another two open bottles were handed up and poured down just as quickly. Nichole's belly was stretched to the maximum as it tried to hold an amazing four bottles of champagne. If she hadn't already been fattened, there was no way it would have been possible. Mike hopped off the fork lift and told the men who were still up there with her to quickly take off the tube, braces, and chin strap. They worked as fast as they could, for an ominous rumbling sound could be heard coming from within Nichole's stretched out belly.
On the ground all of the men and women gathered around to watch the spectacle. The camcorders had all been placed on tripods for stable views, and many were even up on the tables to make sure the entire event was caught on tape. Nichole was in too much discomfort to even speak. Her huge belly rumbled and rolled as if it was alive. Suddenly she made a huge belch, and seemed to explode! Her form expanded outwards in all directions faster than the eye could follow. The people blinked and gasped at what they saw, she looked like she had doubled in size! All eyes went to the digital readout, what had said 217 pounds only three seconds ago now read a whopping 654! She belched again and now the fattening really began. She didn't get fat in bursts now, but rather a steady rocket of weight gain. Her huge body bulged and strained at the bonds holding her down and with a loud snap she burst out of all them. The sound was like gun shots and everyone gasped and stepped back, afraid she might surge forward and crush them. But she was already beyond the ability to move under her own power. Her arms and legs were immobilized with rolls of flab and looked like tree trunks and over inflated inner tubes. The numbers on the scale raced upwards at an alarming rate of speed. 670, 680, 700, 715, 730! Nichole stared with horror at her billowing flesh but was powerless to even move to try and stop herself. Her breasts seemed to be the size of pillows and lay on her enormous gut almost perpendicular to the ground. Her belly was starting to look like an inflating weather balloon and was stretching between her legs, forcing them apart and overlapping them. Her neck disappeared in an avalanche of double and triple chins as her face accumulated weight. Her cheeks and jowls swelled until her entire head looked like a red haired ball, and she kept getting fatter!
867, 893, 922, 976, 1009! The numbers showed no signs of slowing down as she reached the half ton mark. By now her widened ass and thighs almost touched either side of the gigantic chair, and her head seemed to be creeping up the back of it as well, for she was actually getting taller with the massive influx of weight. Her breasts grew past her bean bag belly and flopped over to her elephantine sides and rested on her arms. Her arms were several times wider than they were only a few seconds ago, and the fat began to droop downwards, covering her elbows and lower arms. Her fingers were now so fat she couldn’t even make a fist. Her legs and hips would put a hippo's to shame, they were so wide with fat and cellulite that they jiggled and undulated with each surge of growth. Her belly was by far the most noticeable. Several feet wide, it dominated the view of her with its massive softness. The numbers began to slow down when they reached around 1500 pounds, and one of the eager Arabs began to cautiously approach. It was none other than Jamal himself, the proud owner of this titanic beauty. Gingerly he laid his hand on her enormous belly, reveling in the soft plush feel of it.
"Oh no!" cried Nichole her voice deepened with fat "I don't think I'm done yet!" She belched again, this time like a roar, and Jamal was practically catapulted backwards by the sudden explosive expansion. All eyes looked at the scale and then back to her. The second after she belched her weight soared from 1517 pounds to a staggering 2037! She now weighed over one ton, and was getting fatter faster than ever! She was getting fat so quickly that it couldn't accumulate in rolls, but heaped on her in ever widening bulk. 2112, 2268, 2396, 2577, 2802! She was expanding so fast no one could truly appreciate the changes she was going through, she was just a blur of expanding flesh. Many Arabs would be thankful later on that their VCRs had a slow motion function. She kept expanding at this rate of speed until she filled the entire chair, and even began to over flow it! The numbers finally stopped at 6,237 pounds. Then she belched and put on one more burst of fat and was finally weighed in at a monstrous 6,489 pounds. She was quite simply astounding. A colossal woman, each breast was twice as big as any of the newly fattened women, who were thanking their lucky stars that they had gotten off so easily (Unfortunately for them they didn't know that more than half of their masters were now determined to make 'masterpieces' of their own and were calculating just how much of that champagne they could buy with their vast fortunes. Many of these girls would grow to dwarf the giant Nichole.). At well over three tons she was for now the biggest, fattest, most beautiful woman ever to grace the planet with her massiveness.
Her waistline could be measured in feet, actually over twenty feet! Each thigh was over half a ton, and each arm close to the same. The men who began strapping her in for her flight to the Middle East actually sank into her like quicksand. Nichole tried to speak but couldn't be heard due to the fact that her face was so heavy and full that she was unable to form words clearly, speech would come back with time though. The forklift strained mightily to lift her and the chair, and her entire frame rippled and waved like a waterbed. Upon seeing that most of the Arabs came in their pants, and Jamal wondered at how comfortable a bed she would be for him. Soon the struggling forklift was out of sight taking with it the newest wonder of the world. The rest of the women went quietly and obediently, not realizing that for most of them their Arab masters had already decided their fate whether they behaved or not. Mike was left in the hall going through the numerous bulging brief cases of money that had been left for him. "Another satisfied customer." He mused aloud, and began to gather up the suitcases.