Adipose City: Lipoplasty
Story by psion42 on SoFurry
Rated adult for nudity, profanity, and forced feeding
Characters and setting (C) Psion42 2016
A bit of a (currently) one-off WG story shedding some light on Dr. Rebecca Stone and a project of hers that had been mentioned a few times in passing.... mostly it's just a story about her torturing members of a couple of different PEC-backed street gangs in Adipose City with piles of food. First time writing a story like this so I'm sure there's loads of mistakes in it.
Tales from Adipose City: Lipoplasty
By Psion
An Adipose City Story
All Rights Reserved
Adipose City, the stout cyberpunk jewel of New England, a heavily urbanized crossroads where multiple international fastfood megacorporations enjoyed an uneasy coexistence, competing for market share and culinary dominance with teams of portly, overstuffed company agents and freelancers armed with a variety of technological gadgetry and powerful firearms.
In this dense maze of factories, warehouses, towering vertical farms of glass and produce, and self-contained skyscrapers housing offices, shops, and apartments, there was an obscure side street that connected an apartment complex with a nearby vertical farm and populated by a number of small pawnshops and petty vendors. The most significant of these small outlets was a clinic run by a freelance Druggist known as Doctor Rebecca “Cherry Pop" Stone. An unaugmented human female typical of the somewhat slender fat admirers that formed a small community within the weighty metropolis, Doctor Stone was a known and trusted medical professional in the freelancer community, so trusted that even a few corporate agents have come to prefer her over their company doctors. Yet there was a side to her clinic that very few got to see, a basement level to her office where she maintained special facilities. It was these special facilities that are the topic of our story.
Rebecca Stone wore her best scowl as she regarded the latest addition to her collection as it was, an athletic female skunk animan with the royal crown of the Divas tattooed on her shoulder. The captive female was stripped naked and strapped to a padded and wheeled examination bed designed for patients much larger then she was, struggling against her leather restraints as the slender freelance doctor stood over her and began dictating into a handheld recording device.
“This is Doctor Rebecca Stone starting dictation for test subject number thirty."
“You sick fuck! The Consortium will get you!" The skunk woman shrieked.
Stone remained unimpressed. “Test subject has not been sedated, does not yet realize that subject designations are chosen by based on what number attempt they are to have attempted to collect the bounty the PhysEd Consortium placed on my head. Subject is a female skunk animan standing at five-foot-eleven and currently weighing at a toned one hundred and sixty pounds. Vitals are healthy but unremarkable, see attached documentation for the specifics." The blond woman continued to dictate into her recorder, capturing both the outburst and her unmoved tone. “As Subject Thirty is an important milestone, the thirtieth reason why I should probably look into hiring some additional protection for myself, this calls for something special to review. Fans of my gainer blog have been asking about a new product known as Ass-Plosion, manufactured by a Burger World subsidiary. As Burger World's a relative newcomer in a market long dominated by Motherland Provisions and their Flabulous subsidiary, I confess I'm also interested in seeing how the supplement will affect Subject Thirty. This is Doctor Rebecca Stone ending dictation." Cherry Pop concluded as her captive screamed in murderous frustration once again.
“Anything intelligent you want to say, failed attempt number thirty?" The human Druggist asked as she regarded her latest experiment with cold blue eyes.
“Yeah." The ganger began with a voice still full of bravado. “Where's the other twenty-nine? I'd say you're full of it."
“Most were let go after they had learned their lesson and served their purpose, leaving my clinic nice and plump for their troubles. Some still haven't learned their lessons yet and are still here, their bodies being used for a more productive purpose then what they had been using them for." The freelance doctor replied coldly, leaving it open to interpretation what happened to those that did not behave.
The ding of a microwave chime interrupted any chance for them to discuss further, the signal that the sterilization unit had finished treating three rubber nozzles to a chemical bath followed by a high-pressure machine washing and microwave drying. The nozzles were still warm to the touch as she pulled them out on a tray and left them to cool for a few minutes while she put on a pair of blood-red rubber gloves.
The skunk woman watched her captor nervously as Rebecca wheeled both her and the nozzles into another room. Here, in a relatively small rectangular space modeled much like a hospital recovery room, several fat anthros and humans were lined up in a row. Each of them separated in their own little curtain-lined cubical and at various weights from plump all the way to a wobbly, waddling mountain of a human male sitting at the end of the room and watching the two females with polite interest. All of them also bore tattoos of the three main gangs sponsored by the Consortium to cause trouble in Adipose City. All of them except for the massive human also were stripped naked and hooked up to various hoses either a high-calorie slurry into them or taking waste away from them, most of them too engrossed in a documentary on PEC prison camps in North America playing on the webTV to even notice the doctor wheeling in a new addition to her basement fat farm.
Pushing #30's bed into an empty space next to a plump mouse male that the captive ganger thought she recognized, Stone smiled wickedly as she set down the stainless steel instrument tray and busied herself with a trio of color-coded hose ends surrounding the hospital bed. Brown, yellow, and green, it was obvious which one went where.
“I confess I enjoy this part way too much." The blond Druggist smirked as she affixed a nozzle on the brown hose before snaking it around the skunk's bed, up a hole in the back of the reclining bed, then squarely in between the black and white furred female's toned rump cheeks. #30 gasped out loud as her captor slipped her delicate hand into the other female's butt crack, slender fingers teasing both her hand and the hose deeper into her mustelid anus before the human woman was satisfied with the connection.
“Good, it's in deep enough that there should be no problems with suction or it falling out. Now for the others." Stone replied as she went through the motions of attaching the other hoses.
The second waste hose sent similar shoots of pain through her body while the feeding hose was slipped in and strapped into her mouth without much ceremony. Soon she was greeted by the sweet taste of some kind of lipotherapy solution, her mouth being filled with a steady trickle of something that tasted like liquid bread mixed with honey. After a few seconds to make sure #30's feeding machine was working correctly, she poured out a pair of pills from a brightly colored bottle labeled “Ass-plosion" on the side and tossed them into a hopper that soon fed them into the skunk's slow slurry of carbohydrates. Forced to swallow them by the constant current of bulking agent being fed to her, Subject 30 gulped them down and listened to her stomach groan as the compound began to slowly work its chemical magic. So much for having a pair of toned, taut glutes…
Rebecca Stone watched for a moment as #30 struggled a bit more, the skunk glaring back at her, then decided to check on her other charges after removing her gloves. #30's addition brought her back up to seven plus Charlie. Eight pigs in various stages of obesity in her fat farm, several were coming along quite well, Subject #12, the mouse next to #30, was being troublesome again as she read his vitals but then again he always was a pain in her ass. This time he hissed at her from behind his feeding tube as she probed the thickness of his growing midsection. At least she managed to get a decent amount of meat on his bones though.
Finished and frustrated after dealing with the restrained seven, she turned to take Charlie into a private examination room to prep him for his treatment. Charlie was an odd ball in this project of hers. All of the ex-gangers that learned their lesson took the hint to never come back, all of them except Charlie that was. Charlie was her “free-range" piggy, held down an okay job so he could eat himself into near immobility then came back to Stone's clinic to donate adipose tissue so she could keep treating a small handful of people suffering from a previously unknown side effect to the weight-loss drugs in the Consortium's lipoguns. That's what this operation was all about ultimately, fatten up PEC-backed thugs then harvest their blubber so she can pump into patients that were almost literally wasting away right in front of her. It was a crude stopgap measure, so crude that she almost couldn't believe it worked at all, but one that was buying her time to conduct research and develop a cure.
Charlie smiled as she shut the door behind them and started to take his measurements; so sweet, so trusting, and so alluringly fat. Five-foot-eight and almost seven hundred pounds of pure loud and proud Adipose City porker, Charlie was just a big ball of fat. Almost literally as he developed and kept a nearly spherical apple-shaped figure. It was all she could do to keep her hands from lingering too long as they sank into that marshmallow ball of fat that was his huge belly. After all, regardless what those idiots hyped up on medical romance stories thought, it wasn't just unprofessional to get too close to her patients, it just wasn't right period to take advantage of people's trust and emotions like that. Even Charlie who was more of a donor or a volunteer, he fell under that same personal code of ethics that Stone maintained.
Still, there was just so much soft fat, so much wonderfully soft adipose tissue, given freely no less… and yet still it was not anywhere nearly enough. She needed more everything. More space, more help, and either more hogs or more willing volunteers like Charlie here. The workload had thrown a wrench in everything from her general practice to her social life and she needed more fat, more lard, to make it work. It was all driving her crazy enough that she was starting to consider experimenting on herself just to ensure a steady supply.
“Are you okay Dr. Stone?" Charlie asked. Rebecca realized she had been standing there probing his pillow-like abdomen, lost in thought, for several minutes.
“Oh sorry, sorry!" The distracted doctor replied as she pulled her hands back like they were on fire. “Well you're coming along quite nicely, you should be ready to give a donation very soon. Can you come back later this week?"
“Sure, Burger World's having a burger-eating contest tonight. I have to beat my old record if I want to have a chance, rumor has it some company agents are going to be there tonight." Charlie beamed happily.
Stone tried her hardest to return his smile as she saw him off but the mention of Burger World had her thinking about her boyfriend Daisy Dukes, a vulpine femboy employed by the company, and the fact that she had been postponing dates for several weeks now. It wasn't that she didn't like seeing him, just that this project was snowballing out of control and she barely had time to sleep and eat.
Speaking of food and eating… she checked her schedule, yes it was that time again, time for Edward Stuffem and BeeDeeDee Cloudbottom to stop by. Two freelance Steel Chefs that Stone happened to know through one way or another, they stopped by a couple times a week and made a large, highly fattening meal for all her hogs. Cloudbottom volunteered solely for the sake of helping others forsaken by the megacorporations while Stuffem was a professed feeder that enjoyed bullying Stone's harder cases and the new hogs into submission. Cruel, hypocritical, but somehow deeply satisfying to watch all the same…
Subject 30 let out a muffled groan, more due to boredom and the lack of physical activity then any particular discomfort suffered in her captivity. The initial pain of getting tubes shoved into her had subsided and there wasn't much to do except watch television and slowly guzzle the starchy fluid being pumped into her. Whatever was in the high-caloric lipotherapy solution was already starting to work on her, toned muscles started to soften as her chiseled abdomen began to lose definition. And of course, even at this stage she could feel the Ass-plosion supplement have some sort of effect on her even if she couldn't see it. Other then that, the bed was pretty comfy, the restraints tying her down were soft leather, and the television program had switched from anti-Consortium propaganda to the latest Gut Gladiators match. The Adipose City Iron Bellies were competing with the Toronto Titans to see who could drain a small swimming pool full of syrup first. The Iron Belles and their Canadian counterparts cheered from the sidelines, the mix of female and femboy cheerleaders that made up the Belles really were the most shameless in the East Coast league, #30 decided with a shake of her head as one rabbit cheerleader bent over and wiggled their massive tush at the camera, the words “Go Ark!" painted across their backside. The things the fatties come up with for entertainment.
More worrisome was how content some of the doctor's captives seemed to be with everything. It looked like only her and the mouse were still interested in an escape, a one of them had a flickering spark of rebellion in their eyes but the rest were happy chugging away on whatever they were being fed or did it out of some sort of fear towards their captor… was this really all there was to it? Suck on a slurry of jello bread and get slowly brainwashed into being a good little piggy? Or did the doctor have something else that she had yet to see?
The pigpen, if that was a good name for it, was fairly soundproofed from the activities of the clinic upstairs but even with a reinforced ceiling there was no hiding the weighty footfalls of an Adipose City fatty. Those were soon consigned to the background by the drone of the television, ignored unless the heavy footsteps of the city's food obsessed inhabitants came downstairs like they did now.
Eager for a distraction from the television, she was becoming increasingly convinced that Stone was using it to project some sort of subliminal messages, the skunk turned towards the sound of the visitors arriving and found herself almost immediately regretting it. Lumbering through the double doors barely wide enough for either of them was a pair of Steel Chefs. #30 figured they had to be two of the city's cyber-cooks because she recognized one of them as BeeDeeDee Cloudbottom, fatass host and chef of an anti-corporate survivalist cooking show on U-Tube.
Cloudbottom looked pretty much like she did in her own TV kitchen, a huge pear-shaped cougar woman dressed in camo fatigue pants, a t-shirt, black sneakers, and a notarized apron currently folded up neatly and tucked away in her back pocket, a back pocket stretched wide thanks to her enormous backside. Black hair was tied in a pair of brands framing her round face, a feather of some bird that #30 couldn't identify tucked away into one of them for effect.
Coming in behind her as the celebrity freelance chef waddled in and regarded the pigpen's inhabitants with a polite smile was a second chef that the restrained skunk didn't recognize. This second chef, a round brown bear with a fairly balanced figure, looked like an overstuffed teddy bear stuffed into a chef's jacket and black pants until #30 saw the look in his eyes and the expression on his face. Tons of Fun was clearly a regular for whatever was going on here, regarding the sight of all the fattened captives that had already been here a while with an almost disappointed look in his eye until his gaze fell upon the skunk. Realizing she was new, a cruel smile crossed his lips as he looked at her and the mouse lying right next to her.
“Oh Doctor Stone…" He began, his evil grin broadening as he called to the slender blond medic currently hidden behind her two portly guests. “You shouldn't have had to gone through the trouble of getting me something new to play with my sweet little apple dumpling. #12 has already been a huge handful for you, you really shouldn't be trying to break in a new feedee… unless you happen to be changing your mind about me my little cupcake." The bear chastised playfully, turning around to wrap the human in a hug while planting a kiss on her forehead.
Rebecca Stone smiled despite herself as she sank into the bear's warm squishy blubber. “Sorry Edward, I already told you I'm seeing someone else." She replied politely as hammy ursine hands gently ruffled her hair.
Edward the bear sighed with a slightly disappointed smile as he let her go. “Alright, but if you ever find yourself wanting a teddy bear, I'm here." He reminded her hopefully after releasing her from his embrace.
Ambling across the room, getting a smile from one raccoon prisoner that the doctor had fattened to immobility, Cloudbottom attempted to squeeze her abundant hips through a narrow door. Deliberately getting herself stuck, she laughed and wiggled her enormous rump at the restrained porkers before Edward pushed her through with a loud slap on the female cougar's rear and squeezed through after her. Once inside what sounded like the basement kitchen, the sounds of cooking echoing through the open doorway as both culinary heavyweights soon returned pushing a large cart loaded up with plastic trays piled high with food. Sandwiches, grilled slabs of meat, and all manner of sides to go with them, each fatty had their feeding tube removed and was given a tray that they quickly began to eat. And then Edward got to #30…
The bear wore a smile that sent chills down the skunk's spine as he held up her tray. Thirty couldn't help but notice that it contained easily twice as much food as the trays for the complacent prisoners. “Well, well, where did the doctor get such a scrawny little thing like you? Look at you." He began, poking her softened abdomen with a hammy finger. “Nothing but skin and bones. We can't have that, not in this clinic." Edward smiled as he picked up as sandwich, his feedee immediately clammed up and shook her head. Thirty knew where this was going but unfortunately the Steel Chef knew how to deal with uncooperative porkers. Taking a thin Tuffweave glove and sticking his hand in it, he then stuck the gloved hand into her mouth. Fingers in the space between her cheeks and her teeth, he pried her jaw open. Holding her jawbones open with more finger strength then she thought any being could have, he forced the first sandwich into her open mouth. As her cheeks bulged with soft bread and deli cuts of meat, Edward removed his fingers and pressed her lips shut to keep her from spitting the sandwich out. Strong ursine hands began to work her jaw to force her through the motion of chewing before forcing her to swallow by shoving a second sandwich after the first.
“Oh by all means, keep fighting me. It only makes me hornier." He smiled, forcing more food into her maw. #30 could only fight to keep up with his feedings, swallowing and chewing so she didn't choke. Already she found herself missing the tube and its slow, leisurely slurry. Pride demanded she fight him but Edward's smile told her he wasn't lying, he really was enjoying forcing one fattening treat after another down her throat and into her swollen stomach. Already pangs of discomfort were shooting up through her chest as her abdomen bulged and began to form a small, tight dome as it filled up with food… and then it was over. The tray was empty, much to Ed's disappointment. The bear frowned at first but managed a wry smile as he gave her bloated gut a proud pat. “Good piggy, good little piggy. Keep getting nice and fat and maybe Dr. Cherry Pop will give you a lollipop and hand you over to Cloudbottom. Be bad and we have other ways to get our pound of lard out of you." He smirked before moving onto the mouse next to her.
“Hiya #12, fancy seeing you still here. Guess you aren't one to learn your lesson. Fortunately for the doc I made something special for you before I came over." The bear smiled as he pulled up a large keg kept on the bottom of the cart. “As hard as it is to believe, even Adipose City produces its share of food scraps. So I decided to puree a week's worth of them just for you." He grinned before strapping a funnel into the mouse's mouth, titling the slimmer male back, and pouring the contents of the five gallon keg into the rodent's mouth. #30 watched on in horror, how her cellmate didn't choke under that onslaught she'd never know, the entire container drained and his brown-furred stomach towering over top of him like a small mountain. His stuffed abdomen heaved up and down as he panted heavily, exasperated after being forced to eat so much so fast.
The chefs done with their feeding, the two rotund culinary artists cleaned up and left soon after. Once they were gone, Dr. Stone gave all of her little pigs an hour to rest and digest before she put them all back on the slow lipotherapy drip. The skunk never thought she be so happy to be back on a steady trickle of food until after her encounter with Edward…
The days continued like this, immobilized and fed a slow trickle of liquid bread spiked with weight gain supplements as she watched television. Periodically the monotony was broken up by visits from Cloudbottom and Edward Stuffem, Edward in particular tried to visit every couple days to stuff the skunk silly for one meal a day. Soon she too was subjected to getting pumped full of ground-up food scraps, her stomach swelling up like a balloon as she was treated like a garbage disposal a couple times a week. She tried to resist again but that only encouraged him, he was bent on making her into a huge lady skunk. Meanwhile the Ass-plosion supplements continued to work as advertised so far, even without a mirror she could feel her rump grow rounder, wider, and softer. Her hips swelled up too, from two skinny legs that hardly took up any space to a pair of thunderous thighs that took up the entire width of the bed. Her stomach softened and bulged out into a big blubbery pillow. The slender ganger was gone, in both body and mind…
As the skunk grew wider and softer, her captors continued to let her watch television. Gut Gladiators, the World Sumo League, and various cyber-athletics leagues… slowly #30 could feel her resistance start to ebb. Where she once watched Adipose City's television with disdain, she now watched with rapt attention. Those Iron Belle cheerleaders were kind of cute, standing on the sidelines, flaunting their curves. Wonder what it would be like to be admired by the entire city like that…
Dr. Stone continued to check up on her of course, take her vitals and help her stretch her muscles to prevent them from getting weak. But most noticeable was how the Druggist's attitude towards her seemed to change as the pounds piled on. Or maybe that was the skunk's weakening mental resistances. Either way, the blond woman had been getting more and more complimentary of her appearance and the progress she had been making. And that paled in comparison to the personality shift #30 encountered in Edward. While the bear was still very domineering in making sure she was always overfed, his actions began to acquire a gentler tone as he fed her. Where before he would simply force food into her mouth at a rate barely slow enough to keep her from choking, now he slowed down considerably and allowed her time to enjoy what he had prepared as she daintily ate it off of his fingers. He still wouldn't let her stop short of cleaning her plate but he was definitely gentler, rubbing her belly slowly as he coaxed those last few bites into her mouth.
The shift from adversarial to complimentary was what finally destroyed her resistance to their efforts, the skunk finally settled in and let herself grow fatter and fatter. As she grew heavier, her handler's measurements and check-ups became more frequent and more in-depth until finally Stone decided that #30 was “ready." Ready for what, the Druggist didn't say, but #30 imagined it would be soon…
Soon turned out to be the following morning. With a silent smile and a playful rub, Rebecca Stone came in, removed her tubes, and wheeled the fattened skunk out of the pigpen and into the examination room where #30's captivity began weeks ago. There Dr. Stone finally undid the ex-ganger's restraints and helped her take her first wobbly steps since being strapped to a hospital bed. Thirty became fully aware of her weight for the first time as, with Rebecca holding her hand, she waddled onto an industrial scale and was finally weighed. As the numbers on the little digital readout started to climb, the captive skunk felt her anticipation build before the scale settled at five hundred and thirty-one pounds.
“Over five hundred pounds in only four weeks? Not bad little piggy." Stone smiled as she gave the other female's fat gut a gentle pat before helping her back into bed. #30 blushed and giggled, the naked skunk smiling back as she saw she had the doctor's approval.
“Now, I need you to hold still for one last thing…" The freelance medic began, busying herself with her instrument tray before picking up something that looked like a large mechanical syringe hooked up to a clear tube and a vial containing some sort of amber-colored fluid. Before #30 could even think to ask what the other woman was doing, Stone jabbed the syringe into the skunk's stomach and injected the fluid. Almost immediately the fattened female animan was overcome with a numbing sensation as her body seemed to visibly shrink ever so slightly. Her flabby gut deflated, her hips lost some of their width, and her flabby rump tightened up little by little. Meanwhile the syringe began to pump out the melting fat, feeding a small, sterilized canister Stone had set by the foot of the bed.
Then, as abruptly as it began, the sensation stopped. #30 was still quite plump but she definitely felt lighter as Rebecca removed the syringe and set it back on the instrument tray. “There, that should be enough to keep one patient in transfusion alive a little longer. Now I'll weigh you one last time then give you some Expandex clothes and kick you out the door. If you keep your mouth shut and don't come back, you will cease to be my problem. Blab or try to collect the bounty on my head a second time and… well, you don't want to know what happens to repeat problems." She instructed while going through the motions of weighing the ex-ganger a second time, nodding with approval that the released “pig" tipped the scales at a respectable three hundred and fifteen pounds, then handing her a bundle of off-brand Expandex clothing.
Putting the clothes on, #30 didn't wait to be told more then once, leaving Dr. Stone's clinic twice as heavy, twice as confused, and deciding that maybe PEC wasn't a good direction for where she wanted to take her life. The adoration for the Iron Belles also lingered once she was discharged from the doctor's care…
About a week later, Doctor Stone would see #30 again. Turning the pigpen television on to an episode of Gut Gladiators for her remaining captives, she caught the screen just in time for the camera to spotlight a new cheerleader among the Iron Belles. A skunk with big hips and a serious case of steatopygia, the newcomer wore the colors of the Iron Belles well, flaunting her hips and bending over for the camera. As the motion flashed up her short skirt, Stone could see the skunk's panty-clad rump… and the logo for Burger World's new “Ass-plosion" supplement airbrushed across it.
“Well, all's well that ends well as the saying goes." Stone smiled, as she talked to Edward Stuffem in the largely empty pigpen. Most of her captives had been successfully broken down and released back into the city as happy gluttons, some even turned out like Charlie and wanted to come back. As a result, most of the beds were empty except for that stubborn #12…
“What do we do about him?" The bear gestured to the fat mouse with a lick of his lips, clearly thinking of a few things they could do to him.
Rebecca nodded inquisitively as she eyed up #12. Where as they had been lightening up on the skunk now presenting herself in the Burger World Sports Dome for all of Adipose City to see, both Edward and Stone had been doubling down on their efforts with the mouse and it currently showed. While he was never particularly skinny during #30's time trapped in Stone's clinic, the two feeders had stuffed him until he had been turned into an immobilized ball of wobbly fat at least as wide as he was tall. His limbs had swollen with lard to the point where he was barely capable of waving them in a feeble display of defiance. His face and cheeks had swollen with fat, becoming just as spherical as the body his head sat on. Yet it was his belly that had become the crown jewel of #12's blubbery body, a sprawling mound of adipose tissue that took up most of the already double-wide bed and easily contained the bulk of his half-ton figure.
“Well, with all the others gone this guy's got a lot of slack to pick up. Be a dear and hand me that funnel will you Eddy?" She asked the bear with only the evilest smile.