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The fruits of his labor
🕑 Added 2023-12-04 17:13:33 +0000 UTCThe fruits of his labor
Happy, full of almost childlike anticipation and quite pleased with himself, Dr. Ernst Graden took a sip from his steaming cup of coffee. As he sat in the spacious treatment room with its various custom-made furnishings and large panoramic window overlooking the beautiful lake, he was happy to be employed at this facility, as he was every day. All the doctors and staff at this complex, which was built on a large lake, usually just called this place "the facility". Of course, this huge building also had a proper name. Something trivial and long that Graden had never been able to remember. This facility was also officially a health resort and spa center. However, there were no pensioners here curing their gout because the climate by the lake was so nice or accident victims undergoing rehabilitation. No, this facility served a completely different, much more delicate and piquant, not to say perverse and sick purpose.
Dr. Graden loved his work here and was completely absorbed in it. He thought with amusement about what his friends and relatives would say about what he and his colleagues were actually doing here.
He put the cup down on his desk and scanned the files on his computer screen one more time. Smiling, he went through the names of his patients, not to say test subjects, and studied the corresponding numbers. Every single one of the women was here voluntarily and had agreed to all the experiments and tests, even if the effects of some of the drugs and procedures in this facility were perhaps stronger than they had expected.
There were several residential complexes in the facility, each with its own team of caregivers and medical staff, with a head doctor at the head of each house. Dr. Ernst Graden was the head doctor of accommodation 15 and its three current residents. Today was the weekly ward round, which made up a considerable part of his good mood. Soon the ladies entrusted to his care would enter his treatment room one by one to be examined by him. Graden decided which preparations and remedies each patient received and ordered the appropriate treatments and diet plans for them. In addition to the state of health, he also monitored the weight gain of each of his patients, because this facility was only about one thing: making women fatter. Everything here revolved around this purpose alone, from the overflowing buffets that were served three times a day and even once at night, in addition to the free snacks that were distributed everywhere, to the treatment with experimental appetite stimulants and the means to improve calorie intake. Every single woman here had the most ardent desire to get fatter and fatter and simply enjoy and feast endlessly.
Graden was still smiling as he thought about the beauties waddling around this establishment and how they were showing off their overflowing, ever-growing fat masses in the baths or the lake, for example, when there was finally a knock at the door.
It must be Laura, the first patient for today, the doctor thought with delight and called out: "Come in, please."
The extra-wide door opened and a woman of just 22 with long, straight, brown hair stepped over the threshold, or rather swung one of her tree-trunk-thick legs past the other to take a step forward. Immense bags of fat and rolls swayed and wobbled violently on her hips and thighs. Behind the young, swollen woman, her impossibly wide buttocks swung to the left and right with every step. Graden watched this fantastic spectacle in fascination as the smiling Laura, visibly exhausted from the journey, waddled towards him. She really wasn't tall, just 5'6", and yet she was carrying around an almost insane mass of female, overflowing flab.
Like most of the women here, after the clothes they had brought with them had become too tight at some point, the brunette with the massive hips was wearing gray jogging pants and a gray hoodie, which had been provided to her by the facility. While Laura's trousers were already more than adequate with the fat of her wide thighs and numerous rolls of fat as thick as her arm, the young woman's grotesquely hanging paunch at the front pushed the poor garment to its limits. She was also unable to pull the hoodie down far enough, exposing a decent, brightly shining roll of fat above the waistband.
"Good morning, Doctor," she greeted him in a friendly but slightly panting manner and the two of them shook hands.
"How are you feeling today Laura? Sit down first, poor thing," Graden began, and the incredibly massive woman gratefully lowered her magnificent ass onto the extra-wide chair without backrests, which creaked menacingly despite being designed for very heavy people. Thus began a lengthy but rather ordinary conversation for the two of them about life in the facility, the food, their roommate and Laura's general well-being.
When this was done, Graden asked his stocky, overflowing patient to stand up and place herself on the special bathroom scales in the corner. With immense effort, the young and already beautifully fatty woman heaved herself up from the chair. Completely blown away by this spectacle, the doctor watched as the monster's ass hanging down on either side of the chair moved upwards and sluggishly gave in to gravity again. After an incomparable spectacle of wobbling back rolls and rippling, waterball-sized buttocks that followed, Laura finally stood on the scales with Graden behind her.
"Wow, very nice, my dear. I think the current mixture of your mast preparation is working very well. We're at 244 kg here," he announced happily. The figure made the doctor proud of the fruits of his labor. Laura was also overjoyed and clapped her chubby hands together in front of her voluminous chest with a little cry of joy. The two then chatted for a while and finally Graden was about to say goodbye to his first patient of the day when she said something else: "Um, doctor, I know I'm doing really well and I love my body, but I've been thinking about something for a while. I think my hips are great and so is my ass, I'm just a natural pear and that's really great." Laura's cheeks reddened a little as she searched for the right words. "So you know, I think I'm incredibly sexy and everything and I'm incredibly happy to be here but... Well, it's my belly, ok. I just think it's...way too small, and it's not growing at all, not like my butt and everything. I know the fat distribution is genetic and all, but is there any way to increase the growth in that area?"
Surprised, Graden looked down at the enormous hanging bag of belly that filled Laura's pants. Was it still far too small for her?
"Would you free your belly for me, my dear?"
Without hesitation, Laura pulled up her hoodie and tucked it under her not-to-be-despised, flabby bells. Then she pulled down the waistband and slipped it under her big fat apron. Graden reached into the bag, which sagged over the middle of her thighs and was covered in cellulite and stretch marks. He lifted the very heavy bag of fat slightly and almost his entire hand disappeared into the pudding-like apron without it moving upwards much. This huge, swollen, potbelly, spoiled and stretched by countless binges and fattening sessions, undulated and trembled lazily with every movement and breath Laura took.
Then Graden looked up with a smile into Laura's somewhat shy and flushed but expectant face.
"I think I have just the thing for her," the doctor announced and went over to the medicine cabinet on the other wall to draw up a syringe with a still-experimental preparation and put on rubber gloves.
"This preparation should satisfy her, more than satisfy her, my dear."
He knelt in front of the young woman with the filled syringe and now had the entire flabby, sluggish mass of her already more than ample belly in front of him. The doctor quickly sprayed the area with some disinfectant.
"It's just a little prick now, don't be alarmed."
With that, he plunged the needle into Laura's lower abdomen, which was riddled with dents and stretch marks.
"Ouch," was all she said, but then it was already over and the solution had disappeared into her rippling and flowing belly fat. To be on the safe side, Graden covered the tiny puncture site with a small plaster. This skin, this fat, it was so unspeakably soft and yielding.
"Thank you very much, doctor," said the fat woman, audibly relieved and satisfied, as she tucked her belly apron back into her overstretched leggings and more or less successfully pulled her hoodie back over her stomach. Graden returned to the medicine cabinet while Laura waddled after him. For a woman of her height and figure, it was not surprising that her mobility was already so severely restricted.
"Here's another one for you," he said, handing Laura a tube of cream and a jar of 30 pills. "Rub it generously over your stomach every evening," Graden explained to the attentively listening woman and added: "And one pill of this before every meal. I promise you my dear, your belly will develop very quickly according to your wishes, I guarantee it. Today your abdominal wall and the fat in your lower abdomen may feel a little hot, but that's normal, if you feel unwell call me directly, will you?"
Laura nodded and thanked him again. She then walked slowly and stolidly out of the treatment room, Graden not taking his eyes off her overly wide rear, which swung out to either side as she walked. He then sat down behind his desk in a good mood, threw the gloves and syringe into the medical waste garbage can and made a note of Laura's new weight and the substances he had given her and administered in her file. Then he took another satisfied sip of coffee.
After a short while, there was another knock at the door and, of course, Graden already knew from his diary which resident of the accommodation 15 entrusted to him was next in line. Rita entered the treatment room, a woman who presented a completely different picture to Laura, who had just left. Graden's radiant smile, with its perfectly white teeth, widened a little more. As much as he had enjoyed the previous patient's overflowing hips and waterball-sized ass cheeks, he was now captivated by this lady's very distinct attributes.
Compared to other patients here, Rita was already a little older, although 42 years was not a real age in Graden's eyes. Long, curly blonde hair framed a face adorned with cute freckles. Light blue eyes were already scrutinizing the doctor while a small, cheeky smile played around Rita's mouth. Graden knew that this somewhat mature but still very youthful-looking woman was very fond of physical things, so to speak. The doctor had already had a taste of this lady's lust-filled nature once when he had wanted to check up on her in accommodation 15 in the evening. After Rita had first intercepted him and maneuvered him into her room with ease and using her abundant charms, her scanty covers had fallen the moment the door had closed behind her.
"Rita, hello, what a... beautiful sight. There's no other way to put it," Graden began and laughed. In any doctor's office in the world, the sight of Rita would have been unthinkable and absolutely frivolous and indecent, but not here, where the rising femininity of a woman's body was paramount, praised and encouraged.
Grinning seductively, Rita looked down at herself.
"I'll take your word for it that you like it. I wanted to take a dip in the pool straight afterwards."
Rita was only wearing a more than skimpy black bikini and the flip-flops that the facility issued to its patients. A cute belly and beautiful hips gently bulged past the waistband of the panties. It was a nice little paunch that wobbled happily as she walked and was divided into two juicy rolls. There was a piercing in her belly button, but it was easily swallowed up by the fat. Fleshy arms, bacon thighs and a generally very nicely padded figure completed the impression of this curvy, plump, mature and beautiful woman. But what was definitely extraordinary, and attracted everyone's attention every second Rita was present, even in this establishment dedicated to the perverse pleasure of huge female forms, was her unimaginably immense rack. Two jiggling balls of flesh, the size of rather voluptuous watermelons, put enormous strain on the bikini top. With great difficulty, the small pieces of fabric were able to cover Rita's very extensive areolas. Blue veins stood out strongly all over these royal breasts and reinforced the impression that these tits were pumped full of fat.
More than aware of her overflowing charms and sexual charisma, Rita stood in front of Graden's desk with her hands on her soft hips. The doctor took a few seconds to gaze pensively at the inviting cleavage of the beauty in front of him. Rita smiled knowingly and not at all reluctantly and turned slightly to the side, like a model at a photo shoot, to give the doctor an even better angle on her wide-hanging but also plump breasts.
Finally, Graden leaned back in his chair, sighing happily, and raised his eyes to look into Rita's beautiful, slightly round face.
"Why don't you sit down, my dear? Is there anything I can do for you?"
The first thing Rita did was to lift her bikini straps and adjust her large bells a little, which lifted the whole mass of breasts once and then let them sink back down onto her fat belly. One big flabfest. Then she took a seat and crossed her long, well-padded legs. As she did so, Rita placed her manicured hands in her lap, which in turn caused her arms to squeeze her massive rack a little. Graden was absolutely certain that she was deliberately intensifying this effect. This woman was just insane and he liked her openness and almost complete lack of shame. She clearly wanted to have fun in this establishment and enjoy all the physical pleasures. An attitude that was uncompromisingly supported and encouraged in a place like this.
Rita didn't start with a request or a real question, but began to talk about how things were currently going for her at the facility. Graden kept nodding and occasionally asked a few questions. The woman, who was carrying a heavy weight in front of her chest, had not been a patient here for very long. She had always been on the plump side but had fought against the pounds throughout her adult life. Eventually, however, Rita had given up and no longer held back on eating and indulging. Genetically, she had always been blessed with ample breasts, which had always taken on the most fat as she gained weight. In addition to all the other fat pads, the slightly more mature blonde's front had continued to swell, which she had always more than welcomed. In fact, Rita had a really, really pronounced breast fetish and couldn't get enough of her pudding tits or those of the other patients who were well endowed with fat in all the right places.
Graden had just asked some general questions about Rita's personal well-being and noted everything down in her file.
"Doctor, besides everything that's going on here, and I'm really grateful to have been accepted into this, there's no other way to put it, paradise but... it's just not going fast enough for me."
Graden looked up from the screen and at his patient.
"What do you mean exactly? The weight gain?" he asked, examining Rita's bare skin and the rolls and folds of fat beautifully displayed by the bikini. Rita was actually blushing a little now, which all the lascivious posing on her part or his blatant glances hadn't achieved.
"Well, not exactly," the big-breasted patient began, reaching into the bacon pudge that was bulging out as she sat. "I really like my body the way it is and I love to let myself go completely here. There's no question that I want to gain more weight. I don't have a target weight in mind yet and I think it's really great to get softer and softer, but..." Now she grabbed her overflowing breasts with both hands and her fingers sank deep into the womanly fatty tissue.
"It's just going too slowly for me and it's actually far too little for me. Of course I have a tendency to put on my airbags, but it takes far too long for my taste and I don't get as much fat on my girls as I would have dreamed of."
Graden had to smile as he thought about the fact that such a richly blessed woman wanted her tits to swell even faster and more massively. Right after Laura was the next woman who clearly wanted to concentrate on a specific feature of her beautiful body. But that was fine with him, he was here to help these ladies and he would.
Rita massaged her breasts very slowly in the bikini, which looked tiny in comparison, somewhat thoughtfully and with her gaze absorbed in her own almost endless cleavage.
"I know the other women here, at least some of them. I know what they can do to the female body here. I thought there might be some kind of remedy, a drug that... you know..."
The doctor smiled at his busty patient when she looked up again and said kindly: "Don't worry, my dear. We also have something that could help, but it's all still experimental, of course." Rita's blue eyes immediately lit up and her ample breasts rose and fell faster in excitement.
"It doesn't matter, I really want it no matter what. I really need it doctor." She seemed to search for more words as she looked down at her bells again. "I can't tell you enough how happy my body finally makes me after so many years, I just want more of it."
"Please stand up my dear and expose your breasts completely," the doctor instructed her and Rita immediately jumped up and pulled the bikini up and over her head. Her bells wobbled to the sides. It really was as if soft, inert footballs had been strapped in front of this woman's ribcage. Almost palm-sized areolas with beautiful, pierced nipples pointed slightly outwards. Graden stood up and approached the blonde. He slowly and thoroughly felt the large breasts and admired their softness despite their enormous plumpness. Of course it excited him as a lover of fat and big tits but his scientific and medical interest resonated just as much. He had a great responsibility for his protégés in view of what was happening to these women. He couldn't help but notice how Rita's nipples, adorned with metal rings, instantly hardened under his gentle touch and her owner bit her full lower lip a little.
"Are they very sensitive?" asked Graden.
"You can say that again," his counterpart almost breathed back.
"Very well," said the doctor, clapping his hands. "Let's get you some help then, my dear."
Rita nodded vigorously and euphorically, which made Graden very happy. With that, he went to his medicine cabinet again, took a new pair of rubber gloves and drew up a syringe as he had done for Laura before. He then sprayed Rita's nipples first with disinfectant and then with a light anesthetic spray. The already aroused blonde felt a shiver run down her spine at the ice-cold sensation and her buds got a little bigger and harder.
"So, please don't be frightened. Of course it might still hurt a little, especially in a place like this, but everything will be fine," Graden reassured his patient. She nodded stoically and he injected half the contents of the syringe directly into her nipples, one after the other. Rita was extremely brave and didn't make a sound. Graden then expertly checked the two enormous udders again and made sure that everything was fine with the sensitive nipples. His initial concern had been that the piercings might be a problem, but everything seemed to have worked out. The real effects would still have to be seen, of course, and whether everything developed according to Rita's expectations.
"Thank you very much doctor. When will I notice anything, how long does it take for the stuff to work?" asked the patient, putting her very tight bikini top back on."
"Well, that could actually take a while. Over the next few days and weeks, your breasts should receive far more nutrients and fat from your body than they do now. A slight heat in your breasts could be a side effect. Contact us immediately if you feel unwell or if anything seems unnatural."
After a brief discussion about Rita's eating habits and the possible effects the drug could have on her breast growth, Graden handed his patient a new exercise plan. There was indeed a large and excellently equipped fitness room in the facility. Many of the women here naturally indulged in absolute laziness and enjoyed not having to lift a finger. However, there were also some cases for whom a certain amount of muscle building was an advantage when putting on weight. Rita's back, which had to cope with the enormous weight of her bells, was one such case.
Rita thanked him again and after briefly checking her current weight, which Graden had almost forgotten due to all the breasts in front of his nose, they said goodbye. While he emptied his coffee cup, he entered 96 kg in Rita's current values. Lost in thought that he would soon be able to run his hands over Rita's tits in private again in the accommodation, he looked after the patient's equally impressive jiggly buttocks as she was about to leave the room.
Now there was only one "examination" left. It was about Hanna, who had lived in accommodation 15 longer than Rita but not as long as Laura. Graden liked Hanna very much, although she had been very shy and inhibited at the beginning, she had finally opened up in conversations with him and other patients. Hanna adored her fat body and enjoyed it more than anything else that she could continue to gain weight here without any worries or concerns. Graden knew that she was one of the happiest women of all the patients to be here.
At some point, there was a third knock on the door of the treatment room and the doctor invited his patient in for the third time. The door opened and a beautiful young woman, already lush with fat, stepped inside. Her body was perfectly proportioned with all the excess fat and her thickness was the closest thing to an hourglass. Fat, expansive thighs stretched a tight pair of black jeans while a magnificent pair of breasts swayed in the equally black top, no comparison with Rita's bells but still very voluptuous. Between them was a remarkably narrow waist for her weight, but with a large, sluggish hanging belly that Hanna carried in front of her. The rolls that led from her belly to her sides and ended in her back fat, her tits and her wide hips were clearly visible. A few tattoos were visible on her free forearms and Graden knew from previous appointments that Hanna had a few more.
As the young woman walked towards the desk, just like her accommodation partners before her, Graden was once again amazed by the incredible jiggle and wobble of female fat when such ladies walked. Of course, Hanna didn't yet have such a blatant waddle like Laura, but her thighs clearly rubbed against each other with every step, simply beautiful.
Hanna boldly tossed her black mane to the side with a movement of her head and gave Graden a warm smile, flashing her snow-white teeth. Her large green eyes scrutinized the doctor, which almost seemed to sparkle in the middle of her fair-skinned face.
Graden greeted her in the same way as the two ladies before and the usual conversation began between the two of them. In contrast to the two previous examinations, the first thing they did was to determine the fat woman's weight. The scales showed 133 kg of juicy, female fat.
He had seen in Hanna's file that she had already signed up for a fattening session with a hose. A very good sign, Graden thought, as it showed her dedication and desire for blatant fattening. Not many women, not even in this facility, no matter how fat they wanted to get, were available for methods of this kind. That in itself was perfectly fine, but Graden was happy for any lady who enjoyed the extreme practices. He asked how it had gone.
"Well, the feeling was great, honestly, but I threw up afterwards," Hanna confessed sadly and a little embarrassed. "I really wanted to test it out even though I was told my stomach wasn't stretched enough for it. The employee did everything very carefully and everything was fine, but he was probably right. It was far too much, even though we had started very slowly and carefully." The fat woman sighed and brushed a strand of pitch-black hair out of her pale face. Her ears were full of plugs and piercings. Graden alternately looked at her and the screen with the patient file. He carefully went through her recorded eating habits and portion sizes. Hanna was quite fat, especially for her age of 21, even if this was nothing special here, but something didn't fit.
"You seem to be putting on quite well, my dear, but you're eating far less than was predicted for the length of time you've been here. You're well below average. Do you have problems with digestion or loss of appetite?"
She shook her head even more gloomily.
"No, on the contrary, I love the food here and I always have an appetite. I stuff myself as full as I can at every meal, but I'm just not as roomy as the others. I can do what I want, I always fill up far too quickly. I want to eat more, but I just can't manage it. After all the time I've been here, I can't really eat any more than I did at the beginning. That's not normal, is it?"
Graden thought about it. "Well, of course, everyone is built differently and develops differently while they're here. I understand the problem, but if there are no more problems with eating, I think I can do something about it."
Hopeful and excited, Hanna looked up like Rita before her.
"Really? I mean, I'm putting on weight and it's all so great here, but I'd love to be able to go beyond my limits. I love eating so much, but it's just never as much as I'd like."
Graden got up and went to his ever-faithful medicine cabinet for the third time. This time, however, he wouldn't need gloves or syringes. From another separately locked compartment in the cupboard, he took out the latest medical achievement of this institution, or rather of the scientists, pharmacists and biochemists who worked for it. With a small bag, he went to the water dispenser in the room and brought Hanna a full cup, which he placed in front of her.
"With this, eating should no longer be a problem. The effect will be very strong quite immediately and then subside over time. However, a permanent expansion of your capacity and stomach volume should be achieved. Quite a strong expansion, to be precise. Drink, please." He poured the white powder from the sachet into the plastic cup and stirred with a cardboard handle. Immediately, the obese, overzealous Hanna took the liquid and downed it, thinking about the wonderful, stuffed fattening belly it would give her.
"I'm going to put you down for a session with the hose right now, within the hour. We need to get everything we can out of this drug now and believe me, you're going to need the hose too." He gave her a knowing smile as he typed on his keyboard and Hanna beamed, thrilled.
The fat-loving doctor told her that she could go to the designated area, the remedy would soon take effect. He would be along in a few minutes to supervise the procedure, he just had to enter a few things in her file.
Full of excitement and anticipation of what was about to happen to her, Hanna left the room with her ass cheeks wobbling, showing every cellulite dent through her jeans and her dark mane flowing.
While Graden was still engrossed in typing, the phone on his desk beeped. The fact that it made this sound and didn't ring meant that an important call from the facility management had been put through directly. He glanced at the display and then immediately interrupted his work. After clearing his throat a little, he picked up the receiver.
"Mr. Kaiser, what can I do for you?"
