Ortolan

Amber stood, secured tightly to the pole in the center of the room. The chains that bound her were few but effective- she had heard the slave girls that bound her mention something about leaving the maximum amount of flesh exposed. The tight chains cut deep into her newly plump body, reminding her of how she had spent the last few months after her crime.

In a moment of anger, violation, and disobedience, she bit her Master's cock while He used her face and throat. She instantly knew she had made a grievous mistake, and was immediately filled with intense regret. She had immediately been piled on by other slave girls, and at His command she was taken to a bare concrete room (Other than what appeared to be a small faucet and hole on the wall) and left locked inside.

Some time later, two slave girls entered carrying a few pieces of equipment. Amber let a slave put a complicated looking gag on her without protest. The gag had a set of straps for the back of her head, the solid clicks as they were closed telling her they were solidly locked. The feeding tube starting its way down her throat was harder, but she forced herself to swallow through the discomfort. She didn't want to make whatever her punishment was any worse by resisting. She felt the tube come to rest in her stomach One slave girl twisted a piece on the tube to lock it securely to the gag's mouthpiece, while the other girl connected the other end of the tube to one of the faucets.

The two forced Amber onto her back and lifted her legs up. One slave girl spread her labia and began to insert a catheter into her urethra. Amber hissed at the sharp pain, then groaned as she felt the securing bulb inside her bladder swelling. The other girl was sucking on what appeared to be a large, narrow, hollow buttplug attached to a tube. After the catheter was placed, the first slave girl spread Amber's asshole while the other slowly inserted the plug. Amber groaned at the insertion. It wasn't the thickness, it was the depth. Amber swore, as the slave continued slowly, painfully feeding the tube into her ass, that she felt it starting to penetrate her stomach. Finally, the slave girl stopped, and Amber sagged slightly in relief. That stopped when the bulb inside her started inflating, thicker than she was comfortable with and deeper than she had ever experienced. Amber made a strange gurgling sound at the sensation, halfway between pleasure and pain. One slave attached the catheter to a one-way junction in the shit tube, and the other attached the shit tube to the hole in the wall.

Finally, one slave spoke. “Alright, let's test the system. Open up the waste tubes and I'll start the feeding test. If the sensor at the end of the feeding tube is working correctly, her stomach should be filled to near max capacity most of the time.” She tapped a few buttons on a remote she carried, and a thick brown fluid started to flow out of the faucet towards Amber's face. The talk about her stomach seemed unreal- what kind of punishment was this?- when the fluid reached her face. That snapped her out of her reverie, and she could only watch with mild panic as the fluid disappeared into her mouth, continuing down the tube directly to her stomach.

She started feeling full rather quickly, but the fluid showed no signs of slowing down. Her stomach started to feel very painful, very quickly, and she started holding her stomach and making what pleading sounds she could through the tube towards the slaves. They showed no emotion or mercy as they watched her expanding stomach. Just as she thought her stomach was about to rupture, the feeding stopped. Amber slowly, painfully, rolled from her back to her side, trying to find a position where her stomach wasn't in agony. She eventually started to feel a little better, the slaves still watching, when more fluid came rushing down the pipe- just enough to fill her back up to near the Breaking Point again. Seeing that the sensor worked and their task was done, the slaves left the room to let Amber suffer.

Amber didn't leave that room for months. The high-calorie fluid was pumped into her at all times, and the tubes took care of her waste needs. She noticed her body growing quickly. She tried to fight it at first, jogging in place and doing jumping jacks and pushups to the best of her ability with all the tubes inside her. A short time after she started, her feeding started to cause her entire body to feel like it was made of lead, near impossible to move. She decided the feed was being drugged with paralytics. She got the message. Laying still and growing wasn't all that occupied her time in her little prison.

The other slaves knew about what she had done to Master. Many were indifferent. Then there were the zealots, the ones that would gladly gut themselves if Master ordered. They were not happy with Amber's act. Slave girls came into her room what she guessed was every day, though she quickly lost track of time in the always-bright room. She was never sure which slaves were there to amuse themselves and which were there solely to inflict pain on her, but the end result was usually the same- Amber in agony. One favorite technique was to attach strong electrodes to her body and give her random shocks, laughing at the jiggling of her new soft, stretchmark-covered body as she made slight pained sounds through her tube. Sometimes her waste tubes were shut off, and her waste was allowed to build up inside her body. Due to the sheer amount of feed she processed, this quickly became unbearable, only stopping when the slave girls started to worry about rupturing something. Killing a slave before her punishment was something none of them wanted to risk. Sometimes their torture was a simple but effective beating, leaving her so bruised she sometimes couldn't move to relieve the agony in her stomach.

Months passed, though it seemed like an eternity to Amber. Her body had rapidly grown, she now weighed in at about 250 pounds from her previous 150. The time blurred into quiet, solitary periods where Amber focused on the pain from her massively stretched stomach, and visits from the slave girls, where other body pains would distract her for a little while.

Eventually, two slave girls entered the room. Amber cringed as she normally did at this point, fearing what tortures they had devised. The slave however started disconnecting Amber, removing the tube from her stomach first. Amber gagged as it came up, but managed to keep the contents of her bloated stomach inside. She didn't want to make Master angry at this point, for she knew He could come up with something worse than the previous ordeal. The catheter and anal bulbs were deflated, and both tubes removed. The two slaves helped Amber upright, the months attached to the tubes limiting her ability to exercise her limbs. They walked Amber out of the room, through several corridors (Amber was so disoriented from her captivity she had no idea where they were going) and into a circular room with large, solid steel doors lining the walls and a thick pole in the center. Amber was lead to the pole, and allowed herself to be secured to it with heavy chains. She offered no resistance in her disoriented state. She was confused, was the feeding room not the whole punishment? As the slaves finished binding her to immobility and left, Amber looked up at an observation window overlooking the room.

There, she saw Master surrounded by slaves, one's head between His legs. He stared down at her, then leaned forward to speak into a microphone that broadcast to the room. He spoke “So you're probably wondering what's going on. 'Wasn't the feeding room my punishment?'. You see, after your little...incident, I thought about your previous performance as a slave, and I was unimpressed. Frankly, I don't have any interest in keeping you around. But a simple bullet to the back of the head is too good for a slave like you.”.

“Behind each of these doors is a slave girl, interred at the same time you were and given the same tube setup you were. The difference is, those slaves were strapped into place and barely given enough to survive. They were also edged mercilessly for the entirety of the time. The only stimulation they had in those dark rooms was the footage they were forced to watch continuously, a mix of you growing in your cell, extreme porn, and girls eating meat. They are why you were fattened. At this point, their minds are a mix of overwhelming hunger and need. Due to the conditioning, they think you can solve both problems.”

Master leaned back, “I think I'm really going to enjoy this,” He said, smiling and forcing the slave girl sucking his cock to go all the way down and stay down. Amber just stared up at him, eyes wide, as he pressed a button and the doors opened. From behind each door, Amber saw an emaciated, skeletal slave girl, clad in chastity belts, their collars loose around their necks. A chain still connected each of their collars to a wall in their cell, the only thing stopping a few of the slave girls lunging for Amber immediately. Amber looked around in utter terror. She saw one slave girl on all fours, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with a mix of raw, primal need and a predator's single minded hunger. She viciously humped the air, her nipples hardening while she stared at Amber. The other slaves acted similarly, some drooling, others actively fighting their collars to try and get at Amber.

Master smiled as he made eye contact with the meal. “Goodbye, Amber”. He pressed a button, and the chains attached to the slave girls' collars released.

Amber didn't even have time to process her imminent demise before one slave girl, the one who had been on all fours, launched herself at Amber, tearing a huge chunk out of the soft mound of her belly. Amber wailed in shock and agony as the assailant enjoyed her prize, feasting with the desperation only months of near-starvation can inspire. She moaned in utter satisfaction, the blood and fat sweet and salty on her lips. She was closer to an orgasm than she had been in months, though she was still right on the edge. She needed more, more meat- she looked back over towards Amber.

The slaves had swarmed like piranhas after the first. Amber was somehow still conscious, eyes wide and rolling back, screaming in tones human vocal chords weren't meant to make. Chunks were taken out of her belly, her ass, her thighs. One girl gnawed a breast open and started sucking from the milk ducts. Another started on Amber's face, eating the tender cheeks, chewing on the tongue, and digging at her eyeball. They were barely aware of what they were doing, running on pure hungry, horny, primal instinct.

Amber continued to suffer deeply. A slave discovered her tender pussy and started consuming her labia. It was the worst torment of the whole ordeal Amber had been through so far, until the slave started eating her clit, bite by bite. As she drank from the blood between Amber's legs, Amber was starting to fade quickly. She welcomed it, at this point. A slave had gotten through her fat belly to her organs. She faintly felt teeth tearing at her guts, drinking the blood and leftover feeding fluid inside. The last thing she felt was a slave sticking her head into the wound, trying to eat anything she could find inside her still.

Master watched the carnage below. It was starting to die down, the slaves fighting over the remnants of Amber's feast-body. He briefly admired their stomachs, full of Amber's flesh, sticking out from their skinny frames. He sent in other slaves to take the starved slaves and start them on recovery and refeeding. Master had just started to consider what He should do with the rest of his day, when he felt a sharp pain on his cock. He looked down. The slave servicing him during the event stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes. He pulled his cock out. Blood. She had scraped him badly while serving him.

Master knew it was different then Amber, it was a mistake instead of an act of disobedience. But frankly, what he had just seen was too hot not to see again. “Bring her to the feeding room.” He ordered the other girls in the room with him. They grabbed the oral slave, who started wailing and begging for mercy. As her screams faded down the hallway, Master looked to another slave in the room. “Get the carcass and boil it down into stock. We're going to need a base for the next batch of feeding fluid.”