Part 2 By Mattbelly2000 and Belly577
Jester controlled everything that Jacob did for the first few days, keeping
a close eye on him and ensuring he ate everything that was given to him. His
normally large consumption of food was doubled by Jester, who would blackmail
Jacob into eating it all, with threats of violence against the cities innocent
citizens. Reluctantly Jacob complied, often letting Jester shovel the food
between his burgeoning cheeks.
"All I want you to do is get fatter. Much, much fatter. You're already a
really big young man, but I need you rounder and fuller. Do it for the people
of this city, really pig out. Although, you'll have to change your name to
Fatter Jack instead. Hee Hee!" Giggled Purple Jester as he crammed a huge
cream cake into Jacob's protesting mouth.
The days slowly changed to weeks and his steady forced feeding was starting to
have an effect on his large body. Standing in front of the large mirror in his
plush prison cell, Fat Jack cast a curious eye over his form. He was gaining
weight, he knew that when Jester weighed him, but he thought he looked slimmer.
His face, arms and legs were more toned that usual, showing off his large muscles
perfectly, but his belly was different too. Running his hands up the side of
his gut, he thought it felt strangely, fuller, less flabby, and yet rounder and
more pronounced. With all of the super fattening food he'd been gorging on
lately he'd expected to see more rolls of fat, not less.
His musings were interrupted by the arrival of Jester's Battlebots, which
appeared at his wide cell door. With a metallic voice one of the bots ordered
Fat Jack to accompany them to the presence of Purple Jester. Knowing that
failure to do so could cost innocent lives, Jacob slowly waddled out of the
room under the direction of the Battlebots. Less than half way there, he had to
stop and rest, feeling out of breath and tired. Although super fat, he kept
himself in good shape and could outperform most top athletes, so a journey this
short should have been of no consequence. Yet here he was puffing and panting
as if he'd just run a marathon. What was happening to him? When he finally
reached his destination, Jester was overjoyed by his exhaustion.
"Oh my. Look at you! You're out of breath after walking only a few dozen
yards! Don't worry though, in the future I'll have my Battlebots wheel you
around so that you can save your energy for eating." Mocked Jester as he
helped Jacob waddle into the clinical looking room, only to hear more laughter.
Stepping out from a strange device marked 'Plump O' Scope' he saw the familiar
face of another enemy of his the evil Velka!
"Hmmmm. Looking good Fat Jack. I hear that Jester's been taking very good
care of you and that lovely fat belly of yours." Laughed the beautiful
green woman as she prodded Jacobs full belly, amused at his predicament.
Annoyed, Fat Jack opened his mouth to throw harsh words at the alien woman,
only to have Jester cram a large cream cake inside. He swallowed it and tried
to catch his breath, opening wide to inhale only to have another cake pushed
inside.
"The only thing that you use that mouth for from now on is eating, young
man. Velka doesn't care what you have to say, she's here to have a look at what
I'm doing to you. Is that clear?" Snapped Jester, another cake at the
ready. Jacob nodded compliantly and finished swallowing the delicious cake. The
two villains helped his waddle over to the 'Plump O' Scope' and ordered him to
push his belly out as far as he could. Straining, Jacob complied as Purple
Jester pressed a few buttons on the machine and stepped back to look at the big
round display screen.
"There see that?" said Jester proudly as he pointed at the screen. Velka
gasped, her eyes wide in amazement at what she was looking at, but the looked
soon turned from surprise to evil delight.
"Does he know what's happening to him?" She asked, eyeing Jacob with
devilish glee.
"Why would he need to know? This is my experiment, he's just the… Erm…
Vessel for it."
Jacob was getting very worried now, particularly at seeing how happy Velka was
at what was happening to him. Nervously he ran his hands over his hugely
distended gut, trying to figure out what was going on inside it. Next, they
measured his waistline and weighed him on some scales that Jester had to point
out were normally for weighing cows at the market. Velka found that funny and
started mooing at Fat Jack, but he remembered not to talk back. Finally, and
quite excitedly Jester helped him over to another strange looking device, eager
to show Velka what it was for. He jabbed a few buttons on a console and the
machine hummed to life, buttons flashing and cogs whirring. Climbing a small
ladder Jester tipped a large box of something into a funnel at the top of the
machine, then a can of something called 'Mega Bulk' and then another two boxes
marked only Danish. The machine became noisier as it processed the mysterious
supplies and finally produced a thick, red sausage out of a dispenser tube.
Jester showed it to Velka quickly, before turning to face it to the reluctant
Jacob. He instructed the fat hero to open wide and accept the big, thick
sausage and meekly Jack complied. Even with his mouth open as wide as he could,
Jacob had trouble taking it in. Regardless, Jester slowly, but firmly fed the
plump snack between his quivering lips. It tasted very rich and sweet, and
although he chewed it well, Jacob had trouble swallowing it.
"Now, as you can image, for a busy young hero trying to get fatter, Fatso
here can only eat so many cakes and fatty foods in one day. Not anymore! In
that sausage I fed him I had compressed 12 gallons of extra chocolate ice
cream, 6 gallons of cattle fattener and 64 cream cakes!" Said Jester prodding
Jacob's already full belly. Jacob let out a small burp. He could actually feel
the fattening mix expanding in his stomach, and let out an even bigger burp.
Jacob was too concerned about the over bloated feeling in his massive gut, to
protest as Jester looped a large tape measure around his waist and pulled it
tight. His belly felt tighter and over stuffed, causing him to puff out his
cheeks and pant as Purple Jester giggled excitedly as he counted every inch
that Jacob's belly swelled. Finally his bloating stopped, adding an extra five
inches to his already huge girth. Velka loved to see the discomfort he was in
and tried to get Jester to feed him another, but Jester refused.
"This fat fellow has plenty more stretch in that globe he likes to call a
body, but too much too soon and he'll burst open like a balloon. We'll just
keep him gaining steadily. For now, anyway."
He called for his Battlebots, and two of the metal hulks arrived pushing a
large trolley that they eased Fat Jack onto. It creaked under his considerable
weight, and as Jester told them to roll him back to his room, it was clear that
the strong machines here finding it hard work. Still finding it hard to breath
after his super stuffing, Jacob lay back letting the machines move him back to
his room. At the rate he was gaining weight he'd be immobile in a couple of
weeks and then truly at the mercy of Jester. He had to get out of there, and
soon!
To be continued....