Tendering Her Resignation

This vignette is a little dark, & more on the nihilistic side. Involving tube feeding to enormous sizes that, in my head, kind of skirts the line between weight gain & inflation.

The nihilism of this may be partially spurred on by everything being awful all the time ever now. I mean in case you couldn't tell with the opening line being "Fuck it."

In reality, I am very much opposed to ever giving into nihilism. Especially right now. I'm much more in favor of doing whatever you can to push back against the awfulness of the world, no matter how overwhelming that may seem. Never giving in & giving up hope. And I’d like to think there’s a defiance in this, if even in terms of malicious compliance. But all that said, it might be a little much, which is why I’m putting the notes about it first. It may not be for you, & that's totally fine.

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Fuck it.

I don't care any more. There's no use in caring any more.

Just hook me & my fat ass back up to my tube, let me suckle on whatever sickeningly sweet slurry it is you want to pump me full of today, & let's just be done with it, alright?

I fully recognize, & understand what's going to happen to me, & like... I can no longer bring myself to care. I’ll guzzle it down ‘til I’m ready to burst.

If this is what you brought me here for, so be it.

Like sure, I know I fought back at first, shocked & frightened by the very notion of it all. Would've been insane not to, frankly. I mean, let's face it, it's off-putting as all fuck. What else would you expect?

I mean waking up here? Having no clue what the fuck happened? Finding myself surrounded by these ginormous walls of bulging flesh? Suddenly having it dawn on me that said walls of flesh were once each someone just like me who inexplicably found themself here? Putting two & two together to realize what's ultimately in store for me? Only to then be hooked up to tubes just like them & forced to choke down the same gunk that's coursing through each of them? Feeling myself becoming turgid & start to grow?

Yeah, I'd like to think it's a very understandable kneejerk response, freaking the fuck out. My bad. Waking up here just to fattened like livestock in my little stall? You can’t tell me it wouldn’t trigger some sort of fight or flight response from you. Hell, part of me still even gets why some of the other girls in the nearby stalls are still trying to fight it. Even if their constant moans & whimpers are becoming annoying as fuck. Maybe they all have something worth fighting for, worth getting back to. I get it.

I just wish they'd just be a whole lot quieter about it, instead of keeping my fat ass awake at all hours. Their cries make it hard to just drift off & forget about all this.

Because I don't give a fuck about any of that any more. Crying? Fighting back? Trying to resist? Nah. Not for me.

Way more trouble than it's worth. I’ve gotten too big, & I see the futility of even trying. I'm just... done.

At this point, I'm almost starting to welcome this fate. I mean I already burst out of the clothes I came in wearing on the very first day. Humiliatingly busted every seam until each of the buttons or zippers just shot off & the shreds just fell to the floor. Bad enough it took away my modesty, suddenly there's just a whole lot more of me to be embarrassed by too. At least three, maybe four, possibly even five times the size I was when I got here. I'm sure there's a scale or something, way to make it easy for you to tell. I can look across the row & see all the metrics & readouts for the girls across from me. But from inside here, it's hard to even tell exactly how just much I've changed. But changed I have. Like I can only guess. Just by how fat my tits have gotten? How much of view they block? How much belly I feel when I try to just move my arms? Or hell, how hard it is for me to even move now? It’s like I’m almost starting to like… swim in myself. Which is why I only want that hose between my lips.

You've already ruined me. Turned me into some kind of bloated mockery. So much so, that even the thought of me getting back down to any kind of normal human-size feels impossible. And to think, all that hard work & discipline I put in over the years, not letting myself become a fat, disgusting blob? Immediately dashed the second I got here. Erased instantly by this dumb tube.

But that's precisely what you wanted, isn't it, you freaks? I still can’t wrap my head around why. What purpose you’re doing this. But hey! Congratulations! You're certainly getting your wish.

So just hook me back up already. I'm yours now. Entirely at your mercy. Do your worst.

I mean at this point, what am I going to do? I mean really. Run? If I'm not already too fat to stand, I've barely walked for however long I've been here. But I hardly think I could get to my feet at this point, even if I desperately wanted to. And I truly don't. The prospect of me trying to run like this? With all of this extra weight? Even just the thought of it is exhausting. Let the other girls whining try. They want out so bad, make a break for it! Me? I'll just slurp down that slime like a good little piglet. Let it all wash over me.

And I really don't give a fuck how much bigger I get from here. Like if sucking on the tube turns me into even more of a gigantic, quivering ball of fat? Become one of the biggest slobs here? Just a massive orb of… me. So be it. I just want to let it wash over me, & let my body expand until it hits the walls of my stall. And maybe still keep pushing after that!

I mean it’s like all the biggest girls only seem to be preoccupied with their time on the tube anyway. They just suck on their tubes, greedily, completely awash. And frankly? Right about now? More than anything? I just aspire to be that fucking numb. Becoming like my own entire planet of like... serenity. Something about it just seems so warm, &... nice. I need nice right now.

But then again? Who knows.

Maybe once I really get a good rhythm going, gulping this sludge down, & you forget to unhook me? I'll start outpacing the others. Even lap some of the biggest ones. Grow so big & fat that my entire body just starts encompassing this entire place. My last act of defiance could be smothering you. Wouldn’t that be fun?

Then you all can choke on me. Suffocating on my wall of fat, coming at you like a tsunami of flesh? After all, for whatever reason, you want me to grow. Become inhumanly massive. So I'll do exactly that. Grow too big to handle. Or explode trying. Either way, I really don't give a fuck any more. Whatever the outcome, it's entirely their problem now. I’m making it your problem, because all I want is whatever that tube kicks out.

Just let me suckle on that stupid hose already. And I'll give you exactly what you fucking want.

And then some.