SSBBW, Sci-Fi, Force-Feeding, ~XWG - A continuation of the Heavy Debt series. In this episode, Joyce is being prepared for an extreme eating contest.
[Editor's note: Heavy Debt Part One can be found here; Heavy Debt Part Two here, and Heavy Debt Part Three here.]
Part Four
The incessant beeping combined with the hungry grunts of Joyce went on for a few more seconds as Helga tried to adjust the schedule she had in mind for Joyce. She was impressed as hell that Joyce had made it so far, more than 120 hot dogs in only an hour and 42 minutes. But she wouldnt get a break for another 2 hours and 18 minutes, there was no way shed be able to keep that pace, and she was risking getting truly full.
The beeping stopped but the grunting continued. Helga slid one hot dog forward for Joyce to eat, who gobbled it down just as fast as the first hot dog when the marathon started. Helga watched the process intently and then sprayed a quick jet of water into Joyces open mouth, waiting again for the beeping.
Both women had been surgically changed to a great degree. Joyces body was now going into overdrive in digesting the food. Her digestive system was like a blast furnace at this point; designed to gradually improve the more she ate and the bigger she got. With the conditioning that shed been put through, she was able to digest at a rate roughly three times faster than a normal human and even faster if she was pushed. Her stomach could stretch an amazing amount despite the sheer weight of all the blubber resting on it. Food would pack each crevice, triggering more and more gastric and digestive juices to be released. The food would also stretch her large and small intestines where even more digestion took place, enough to absorb every trace, leaving nothing to be excreted. Most humans didnt absorb even half of the food they took in, Joyce assimilated all of it.
The first 6 of the 120+ hot dogs she ate were already turned into fat; their new home was around her calves. Since she was put on her new hot dog regimen she had put another two inches on her calves, and was just about to go up another cup size for her bra. Every part of her body that dealt with eating was turned into a high performance machine that was ramping up to the task set before her.
Helga was responding to this also. Her cyborg brain was allowed to fixate on a task and turn off other portions of itself so she could concentrate solely on the process at hand. Her senses would remain online, monitoring the two doors into the room, but right now she was recalculating the new pace shed have to set for Joyce, not just for the next two hours, but for when the last four hours were reached.
She shoved the next hot dog in front of Joyce just before the beeping began. She needed to use every second she could in order to milk this. Joyce could do it; but it wouldnt be easy for either of them. Helga needed precise timing.
Helga was actually listening to the contents of Joyces massive stomach breaking down the food; she would occasionally press hard on the stomach to gauge its fullness as Joyce wolfed down the hot dogs. Joyce would occasionally hiccup at the hard pressure of Nurse Helgas hands; from her vantage point it looked as if Helgas hands were disappearing almost to her elbow as she pushed into the doughy mass of her stomach. The new pace was set, and Helga was kicking herself that she hadnt tried this at the start.
Helga would watch Joyce carefully, observing for the second the hot dog went down the hatch and then counting to exactly 8 seconds before serving up the next one. She ignored Joyces pitiful grunts and reaching hands. Helga knew that if given the chance Joyce would be able to eat herself full in a short time, but that would do them no good. Joyces eating was measured out at 8 seconds at a time. Slowly and carefully she was given her hot dogs, dragging the process out as long as possible.
When the next 50 were done, Helga had managed to stretch it out to 2 hours and 13 minutes. They needed to go another hour and 47 minutes before theyd get a significant break, but they were up to an amazing 150 hot dogs.
Helga gave her a small break as she gathered up the next 50 hot dogs. The beeping signaled that she had gone 10 seconds without chewing or swallowing, and Joyce was pleading for still more hot dogs as Helga set the tray into position, but otherwise took her time, counting out the seconds, giving Joyce extra time, allowing her enhanced stomach every opportunity to digest more of the amazing amount of food in it. It started beeping again; there was only 20 seconds to go before it was all over, but still Helga waited.
Joyce was anything but composed. With her ham-like hands she was slapping at the tray for the hot dogs just out of reach and her grunts were becoming louder and needier. Her arms made a strange echoing clap as the overhanging flab slapped against her huge flabby chest and breasts when her hands slapped the tray. Helga looked up in annoyance both at the noise and the energy that Joyce was wasting and efficiently pinned Joyces weak and blubbery arms with one of her own.
Calm down, Fatty, she snapped as she counted down the last few moments before finally handing over the hot dog and letting her arms go.
As Joyce greedily ate it like she was starving and not filled with 150 hot dogs already, Helga figured out the remaining calculations and came back to her normal awareness again. A slow smile spread across her face as she sprayed a small jet of water into Joyces open mouth. Theyd be able to do this, if they were careful. Joyce could make it; she would make it.
Helga had to slow her down. Even at one hot dog every minute, that was 240 hot dogs in 4 hours, and Joyce was going faster than that. Joyce was taking less than 10 seconds to eat each hot dog. Based on previous observations, she kept that pace no matter how full she got; it was only when her hands and jaws were tired that she slowed down. They needed to milk every minute out of this process, and Helga had figured out how.
Helga obliged Joyce with the next hot dog; it was gobbled down in 8.7 seconds according to Helgas calculations. As soon as the dog was down the hatch, Helgas internal timer went into play. She was in perfect sync with Joyces own timer, and had it down exactly when the beeping began and then stopped again.
She ignored the pitiful noises Joyce made as she wordlessly begged for more food; she had to pin her hands still, but the effort was minimal. The beeping started again as Helga continued to count, her timing would have to be precise, and more importantly, shed need to be able to repeat this hundreds of times. On the second to last beep as Joyce was literally drumming her hands on her own bloated belly demanding the food, Helga sprayed a small mouthful of water into Joyces gaping pie hole. The beeping stopped as she swallowed it down and its clock reset.
Helga smiled to herself even as Joyce kept demanding more food, not just a little water. She counted down the seconds again, waiting for the right moment as the beeping came back. Joyces complaints and struggles started to die down, perhaps thinking she wasnt eating any more as her higher faculties seemed about to return. Again right before the last beep and just as Joyces tunnel vision was clearing Helga shoved a hot dog into her hands and started the process up again.
Joyce was suddenly thrust back into eating mode as the hot dog was crammed into her mouth. She had been about to ask Helga how she did, because for the last hour or more she really didnt recall anything, even the beeping. It was like a coming out of a deep sleep and being woken up by an annoying alarm clock. The hot dog went down easy though, and Helga waited. Joyce didnt quite understand at first, she simply raised an eyebrow as Helga waited while the beeping started up again and began counting down.
What are you Joyce started to ask when Helga suddenly raised the hose.
Open! she commanded, and Joyce knew better than to resist. She opened her mouth and caught the quick jet of water, resetting the timer. Joyce nodded as she saw the logic. She was a gamer herself (it was how she got put into this position in the first place), and knew there were strategies that werent exactly honest, ways to game the system.
So how am I doing? Joyce asked as they waited for the minute to count down.
Pretty good, we need to pace you better though, Fatty. You almost stuffed yourself in the first hour; this is a marathon, not a sprint. This is how were going to win it. If I'd thought about it more in the beginning wed be better off now, but well make it. Youre up to 152 hot dogs 153, Helga corrected herself and handed Joyce the next dog right before the last beep.
And well be going slower from now on. Carlos came up with the rules for this little contest, and he wanted me to find a way to make you do it, to find an angle to exploit, and I think we just did. Now instead of 240 hot dogs every 4 hours, which is more than even you can handle, we can reduce it down to maybe around 120 or so. The biggest problem is that you had such a big start. Were going to be close here Tons-of-Fun.
Joyce nodded in understanding, and despite the absurdity of her current condition was determined to help out on this task. It didnt matter too much if she was willing though, shed still be eating.
At the new pace they set, Joyce managed to stay ahead of the beeper the entire time but only manage to eat another 50 dogs, just starting the next tray of fifty before the four-hour slot had expired. Joyce had to admit, she felt rather confident, and so did Helga too. This was just the first of a total of six 4-hour slots though. Joyce relaxed, letting her head roll back and rest on a pillow of neck fat as Helga prepped for the next 4-hour block.
Joyce dozed a bit, letting her stomach do its work while Helga adjusted the piles of hot dogs, making sure there were neat piles of fifty in easy reach. They were taking a chance by waiting the extra time; one slip up could ruin the whole thing, like a boxer who miscounted while trying to get off the canvas.
Helga got herself into position and then began to carefully prod Joyces swollen and bare belly, checking for how much room had been made. Helgas sly smile faded slowly as she felt around, waking Joyce up in the process. She actually lifted up some of the enormous belly rolls to help confirm what she was feeling. Finally she let the huge apron of fat flop back into position with a heavy, meaty slap. Joyce hadnt digested as much as Helga wanted; either that or she was fuller than she originally thought. Joyce meanwhile had to endure Helgas poking and proddings, not daring to protest at the indecent treatment. When she emerged into view again from under the belly roll, Joyce could see the concern on her face.
Well make it, was all Helga said as she brought the tray into reach. They sat in silence the last three minutes before the half hour was up, each staring at the huge amount of hot dogs arrayed in 50 count stacks in the kitchenette. Joyces confidence was waning at the sight of that as well as Helga, who seemed deep in contemplation again. The beeping on Joyces cheek snapped her out of it and she gave Joyce her next hot dog, and began counting down her progress.
It was slow, monotonous work. Joyce wished she could either just dive into the pile and end the contest or fall back into that daze she was in earlier. Instead she was bored out of her skull, gobbling down a hot dog roughly every two minutes, with a blast of water down her throat in between to reset the clock.
Why dont we try for an extra squirt of water, wouldnt that eat more time? asked Joyce after consuming another 18 hot dogs. Helga shook her head.
Carlos wouldnt go for it. Hell be happy to see what I came up with, but hes a real gamer. He wouldnt allow that much latitude, hed lay down the rule that you couldnt do that. How you doing? Here, she said as she gave Joyce the next hot dog.
Pretty full, said Joyce, once she swallowed the 19th hot dog while absently rubbing her dome-like stomach. But Ive come to know whats really full and whats not. Im a decent ways away from being really full, Id say.
Good, said Helga, and obliged Joyce by massaging her belly also, which did help a little. During the process they tried a few other things as well. Helga had Joyce try swallowing saliva and seeing if that reset the clock; it didnt. Joyce was also unable to try and savor the hot dog at all. She had no way of forcing herself to eat slower or to hold onto any of it and maybe swallow it later. She basically would chew it up and swallow the whole thing in an average of 3 to 4 gulps.
After the first 50 dogs of this time slot, Joyces arms were getting tired. This was actually helpful, as it added several seconds to each hot dog and Helga wondered if they had stumbled onto something. It was towards the end of the run that she saw that tiredness could be a real problem. She was just staying ahead of her own full belly and able to keep making room, but after 107 hot dogs and less than an hour to go before the break, Joyce was starting to give out. The effort of lifting those bloated inner tubes she called arms was becoming too great, she was in danger of actually missing the one minute time limit.
Between hot dogs and water blasts, Helga was massaging her fatty limbs, trying to rest them and get some blood flowing. For the last 8 minutes of eating, Helga didnt have to take any extra time in giving her the hot dog; Joyces arms were so tired and she was so full that her eating process was dramatically slowed down.
Seven more minutes to go Joyce, come on you can do it! encouraged Helga, as she gave her a quick mouthful of water which almost drooled out of her slack jowls. She vigorously rubbed her shoulders and cheeks, trying to invigorate the exhausted, half-ton Joyce. Tears of exhaustion rolled down her sweaty, bloated face as she fixated on the hot dog in front of her, not daring to contemplate the remaining pile.
Come on just a bite! Just one damn bite and the clock will keep going! You can do it! Come on Fatty! Helga practically screamed as Joyce reached out one blubbery and quivering hand to pick up the newest hot dog. She dropped it back on the tray though as she brought her other shaking hand forward to try and provide some help as the beeping went off, signaling the last 20 seconds were counting down.
Joyce come on! Come on! You can do it!
With Herculean effort, Joyce managed to bring the dog to her slack lips and take a bite out of it. Her aching jaws went into their mechanical chewing motions, and stopped the beeping. The beeping started up again as she chewed for ten seconds rather than swallow. This wasnt a conscious effort, her automatic eating ability was just too stressed out, too exhausted.
Thats it! Take your time! Helga cheered on as she counted down the time. She swallowed a morsel and reset the beeping again. Then her chewing abruptly stopped. Helga looked at Joyce in sheer panic as Joyces eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw hung open limply, congealed bread and bits of meat nearly falling out.
Helgas mechanical heart nearly skipped a bit as she suddenly thought that Joyce may have actually died from the stress. Then the nurse in her quickly took command and she pressed her fingers along Joyces jawline; her tubular neck was far too fat to accurately check for a pulse. She confirmed that she was alive; Joyce had stopped because she was full and exhausted.
Oh no! Oh no! Joyce! Joyce! You need to chew or swallow or do something! Theres only a little bit before you can take a break! Joyce! Can you hear me?! Joyce! Just chew for Gods sake!
The beeping started, counting the last 20 seconds before Joyce lost, with 27 seconds to go before the break.
Joyce! Honest panic was in the cyborgs voice as she shook her charge by the shoulders, sending fatty jowls, blubber and breasts quivering like jello.
[Editor's note: Heavy Debt Part One can be found here; Heavy Debt Part Two here, and Heavy Debt Part Three here.]
Heavy Debt
Parts Four & Five
by JP
Parts Four & Five
by JP
Part Four
The incessant beeping combined with the hungry grunts of Joyce went on for a few more seconds as Helga tried to adjust the schedule she had in mind for Joyce. She was impressed as hell that Joyce had made it so far, more than 120 hot dogs in only an hour and 42 minutes. But she wouldnt get a break for another 2 hours and 18 minutes, there was no way shed be able to keep that pace, and she was risking getting truly full.
The beeping stopped but the grunting continued. Helga slid one hot dog forward for Joyce to eat, who gobbled it down just as fast as the first hot dog when the marathon started. Helga watched the process intently and then sprayed a quick jet of water into Joyces open mouth, waiting again for the beeping.
Both women had been surgically changed to a great degree. Joyces body was now going into overdrive in digesting the food. Her digestive system was like a blast furnace at this point; designed to gradually improve the more she ate and the bigger she got. With the conditioning that shed been put through, she was able to digest at a rate roughly three times faster than a normal human and even faster if she was pushed. Her stomach could stretch an amazing amount despite the sheer weight of all the blubber resting on it. Food would pack each crevice, triggering more and more gastric and digestive juices to be released. The food would also stretch her large and small intestines where even more digestion took place, enough to absorb every trace, leaving nothing to be excreted. Most humans didnt absorb even half of the food they took in, Joyce assimilated all of it.
The first 6 of the 120+ hot dogs she ate were already turned into fat; their new home was around her calves. Since she was put on her new hot dog regimen she had put another two inches on her calves, and was just about to go up another cup size for her bra. Every part of her body that dealt with eating was turned into a high performance machine that was ramping up to the task set before her.
Helga was responding to this also. Her cyborg brain was allowed to fixate on a task and turn off other portions of itself so she could concentrate solely on the process at hand. Her senses would remain online, monitoring the two doors into the room, but right now she was recalculating the new pace shed have to set for Joyce, not just for the next two hours, but for when the last four hours were reached.
She shoved the next hot dog in front of Joyce just before the beeping began. She needed to use every second she could in order to milk this. Joyce could do it; but it wouldnt be easy for either of them. Helga needed precise timing.
Helga was actually listening to the contents of Joyces massive stomach breaking down the food; she would occasionally press hard on the stomach to gauge its fullness as Joyce wolfed down the hot dogs. Joyce would occasionally hiccup at the hard pressure of Nurse Helgas hands; from her vantage point it looked as if Helgas hands were disappearing almost to her elbow as she pushed into the doughy mass of her stomach. The new pace was set, and Helga was kicking herself that she hadnt tried this at the start.
Helga would watch Joyce carefully, observing for the second the hot dog went down the hatch and then counting to exactly 8 seconds before serving up the next one. She ignored Joyces pitiful grunts and reaching hands. Helga knew that if given the chance Joyce would be able to eat herself full in a short time, but that would do them no good. Joyces eating was measured out at 8 seconds at a time. Slowly and carefully she was given her hot dogs, dragging the process out as long as possible.
When the next 50 were done, Helga had managed to stretch it out to 2 hours and 13 minutes. They needed to go another hour and 47 minutes before theyd get a significant break, but they were up to an amazing 150 hot dogs.
Helga gave her a small break as she gathered up the next 50 hot dogs. The beeping signaled that she had gone 10 seconds without chewing or swallowing, and Joyce was pleading for still more hot dogs as Helga set the tray into position, but otherwise took her time, counting out the seconds, giving Joyce extra time, allowing her enhanced stomach every opportunity to digest more of the amazing amount of food in it. It started beeping again; there was only 20 seconds to go before it was all over, but still Helga waited.
Joyce was anything but composed. With her ham-like hands she was slapping at the tray for the hot dogs just out of reach and her grunts were becoming louder and needier. Her arms made a strange echoing clap as the overhanging flab slapped against her huge flabby chest and breasts when her hands slapped the tray. Helga looked up in annoyance both at the noise and the energy that Joyce was wasting and efficiently pinned Joyces weak and blubbery arms with one of her own.
Calm down, Fatty, she snapped as she counted down the last few moments before finally handing over the hot dog and letting her arms go.
As Joyce greedily ate it like she was starving and not filled with 150 hot dogs already, Helga figured out the remaining calculations and came back to her normal awareness again. A slow smile spread across her face as she sprayed a small jet of water into Joyces open mouth. Theyd be able to do this, if they were careful. Joyce could make it; she would make it.
Helga had to slow her down. Even at one hot dog every minute, that was 240 hot dogs in 4 hours, and Joyce was going faster than that. Joyce was taking less than 10 seconds to eat each hot dog. Based on previous observations, she kept that pace no matter how full she got; it was only when her hands and jaws were tired that she slowed down. They needed to milk every minute out of this process, and Helga had figured out how.
Helga obliged Joyce with the next hot dog; it was gobbled down in 8.7 seconds according to Helgas calculations. As soon as the dog was down the hatch, Helgas internal timer went into play. She was in perfect sync with Joyces own timer, and had it down exactly when the beeping began and then stopped again.
She ignored the pitiful noises Joyce made as she wordlessly begged for more food; she had to pin her hands still, but the effort was minimal. The beeping started again as Helga continued to count, her timing would have to be precise, and more importantly, shed need to be able to repeat this hundreds of times. On the second to last beep as Joyce was literally drumming her hands on her own bloated belly demanding the food, Helga sprayed a small mouthful of water into Joyces gaping pie hole. The beeping stopped as she swallowed it down and its clock reset.
Helga smiled to herself even as Joyce kept demanding more food, not just a little water. She counted down the seconds again, waiting for the right moment as the beeping came back. Joyces complaints and struggles started to die down, perhaps thinking she wasnt eating any more as her higher faculties seemed about to return. Again right before the last beep and just as Joyces tunnel vision was clearing Helga shoved a hot dog into her hands and started the process up again.
Joyce was suddenly thrust back into eating mode as the hot dog was crammed into her mouth. She had been about to ask Helga how she did, because for the last hour or more she really didnt recall anything, even the beeping. It was like a coming out of a deep sleep and being woken up by an annoying alarm clock. The hot dog went down easy though, and Helga waited. Joyce didnt quite understand at first, she simply raised an eyebrow as Helga waited while the beeping started up again and began counting down.
What are you Joyce started to ask when Helga suddenly raised the hose.
Open! she commanded, and Joyce knew better than to resist. She opened her mouth and caught the quick jet of water, resetting the timer. Joyce nodded as she saw the logic. She was a gamer herself (it was how she got put into this position in the first place), and knew there were strategies that werent exactly honest, ways to game the system.
So how am I doing? Joyce asked as they waited for the minute to count down.
Pretty good, we need to pace you better though, Fatty. You almost stuffed yourself in the first hour; this is a marathon, not a sprint. This is how were going to win it. If I'd thought about it more in the beginning wed be better off now, but well make it. Youre up to 152 hot dogs 153, Helga corrected herself and handed Joyce the next dog right before the last beep.
And well be going slower from now on. Carlos came up with the rules for this little contest, and he wanted me to find a way to make you do it, to find an angle to exploit, and I think we just did. Now instead of 240 hot dogs every 4 hours, which is more than even you can handle, we can reduce it down to maybe around 120 or so. The biggest problem is that you had such a big start. Were going to be close here Tons-of-Fun.
Joyce nodded in understanding, and despite the absurdity of her current condition was determined to help out on this task. It didnt matter too much if she was willing though, shed still be eating.
At the new pace they set, Joyce managed to stay ahead of the beeper the entire time but only manage to eat another 50 dogs, just starting the next tray of fifty before the four-hour slot had expired. Joyce had to admit, she felt rather confident, and so did Helga too. This was just the first of a total of six 4-hour slots though. Joyce relaxed, letting her head roll back and rest on a pillow of neck fat as Helga prepped for the next 4-hour block.
Joyce dozed a bit, letting her stomach do its work while Helga adjusted the piles of hot dogs, making sure there were neat piles of fifty in easy reach. They were taking a chance by waiting the extra time; one slip up could ruin the whole thing, like a boxer who miscounted while trying to get off the canvas.
Helga got herself into position and then began to carefully prod Joyces swollen and bare belly, checking for how much room had been made. Helgas sly smile faded slowly as she felt around, waking Joyce up in the process. She actually lifted up some of the enormous belly rolls to help confirm what she was feeling. Finally she let the huge apron of fat flop back into position with a heavy, meaty slap. Joyce hadnt digested as much as Helga wanted; either that or she was fuller than she originally thought. Joyce meanwhile had to endure Helgas poking and proddings, not daring to protest at the indecent treatment. When she emerged into view again from under the belly roll, Joyce could see the concern on her face.
Well make it, was all Helga said as she brought the tray into reach. They sat in silence the last three minutes before the half hour was up, each staring at the huge amount of hot dogs arrayed in 50 count stacks in the kitchenette. Joyces confidence was waning at the sight of that as well as Helga, who seemed deep in contemplation again. The beeping on Joyces cheek snapped her out of it and she gave Joyce her next hot dog, and began counting down her progress.
It was slow, monotonous work. Joyce wished she could either just dive into the pile and end the contest or fall back into that daze she was in earlier. Instead she was bored out of her skull, gobbling down a hot dog roughly every two minutes, with a blast of water down her throat in between to reset the clock.
Why dont we try for an extra squirt of water, wouldnt that eat more time? asked Joyce after consuming another 18 hot dogs. Helga shook her head.
Carlos wouldnt go for it. Hell be happy to see what I came up with, but hes a real gamer. He wouldnt allow that much latitude, hed lay down the rule that you couldnt do that. How you doing? Here, she said as she gave Joyce the next hot dog.
Pretty full, said Joyce, once she swallowed the 19th hot dog while absently rubbing her dome-like stomach. But Ive come to know whats really full and whats not. Im a decent ways away from being really full, Id say.
Good, said Helga, and obliged Joyce by massaging her belly also, which did help a little. During the process they tried a few other things as well. Helga had Joyce try swallowing saliva and seeing if that reset the clock; it didnt. Joyce was also unable to try and savor the hot dog at all. She had no way of forcing herself to eat slower or to hold onto any of it and maybe swallow it later. She basically would chew it up and swallow the whole thing in an average of 3 to 4 gulps.
After the first 50 dogs of this time slot, Joyces arms were getting tired. This was actually helpful, as it added several seconds to each hot dog and Helga wondered if they had stumbled onto something. It was towards the end of the run that she saw that tiredness could be a real problem. She was just staying ahead of her own full belly and able to keep making room, but after 107 hot dogs and less than an hour to go before the break, Joyce was starting to give out. The effort of lifting those bloated inner tubes she called arms was becoming too great, she was in danger of actually missing the one minute time limit.
Between hot dogs and water blasts, Helga was massaging her fatty limbs, trying to rest them and get some blood flowing. For the last 8 minutes of eating, Helga didnt have to take any extra time in giving her the hot dog; Joyces arms were so tired and she was so full that her eating process was dramatically slowed down.
Seven more minutes to go Joyce, come on you can do it! encouraged Helga, as she gave her a quick mouthful of water which almost drooled out of her slack jowls. She vigorously rubbed her shoulders and cheeks, trying to invigorate the exhausted, half-ton Joyce. Tears of exhaustion rolled down her sweaty, bloated face as she fixated on the hot dog in front of her, not daring to contemplate the remaining pile.
Come on just a bite! Just one damn bite and the clock will keep going! You can do it! Come on Fatty! Helga practically screamed as Joyce reached out one blubbery and quivering hand to pick up the newest hot dog. She dropped it back on the tray though as she brought her other shaking hand forward to try and provide some help as the beeping went off, signaling the last 20 seconds were counting down.
Joyce come on! Come on! You can do it!
With Herculean effort, Joyce managed to bring the dog to her slack lips and take a bite out of it. Her aching jaws went into their mechanical chewing motions, and stopped the beeping. The beeping started up again as she chewed for ten seconds rather than swallow. This wasnt a conscious effort, her automatic eating ability was just too stressed out, too exhausted.
Thats it! Take your time! Helga cheered on as she counted down the time. She swallowed a morsel and reset the beeping again. Then her chewing abruptly stopped. Helga looked at Joyce in sheer panic as Joyces eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw hung open limply, congealed bread and bits of meat nearly falling out.
Helgas mechanical heart nearly skipped a bit as she suddenly thought that Joyce may have actually died from the stress. Then the nurse in her quickly took command and she pressed her fingers along Joyces jawline; her tubular neck was far too fat to accurately check for a pulse. She confirmed that she was alive; Joyce had stopped because she was full and exhausted.
Oh no! Oh no! Joyce! Joyce! You need to chew or swallow or do something! Theres only a little bit before you can take a break! Joyce! Can you hear me?! Joyce! Just chew for Gods sake!
The beeping started, counting the last 20 seconds before Joyce lost, with 27 seconds to go before the break.
Joyce! Honest panic was in the cyborgs voice as she shook her charge by the shoulders, sending fatty jowls, blubber and breasts quivering like jello.
