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Pizza Roadtrip (English) 1
🕑 Added 2025-04-11 21:07:08 +0000 UTC(WG, XWG, Blob, Feederism)
Prologue
Jester Finch brushed the dust off his glasses on his expensive jacket and then put them back on his nose. His mouth was half open as he looked at the ludicrous spectacle in front of him. Wiping his glasses didn't, of course, cause him to identify what was happening in front of him as a hallucination or dirt on his glasses. A lot of dirt would have been needed for that.
Finch now began to walk slowly across the large parking lot. His thoughts revolved around the final presentation of the experiment that he had started. Numerous fire engines and a large crane were parked all over the site, and technicians and rescue workers were running around with tools and other equipment. All this activity was concentrated around the parked trailer of an articulated lorry. A model for heavy-duty transport with a large white van on its stable steel construction. The sides were emblazoned with the logos and names of countless fast food brands and restaurant chains, many of them with pizza as their main offering. The wheels of the van had been properly secured for transport on the trailer with thick straps, but Professor Finch could see from this distance that it was actually completely unnecessary. All four wheels were flat and the rubber stretched out under the rims to flat flaps. In addition, one of the axles was broken and, together with the rest of the underbody, bulged down and pressed against the steel floor. All the lines and pipes under the vehicle had been destroyed by whatever was pushing the metal down. In any case, the van, or rather its contents, seemed to be so heavy that the wheels were completely pushed into the wheel arches and the bumpers and the whole chassis were almost touching the transport trailer.
Finch stepped closer to the vehicle and looked up at the completely demolished car.
“Wow, I never would have thought it would go this far,” he said reverently to himself. The white doors and walls of the van were extremely bulging outwards, so that the sides protruded far over the edge of the trailer. It almost seemed as if something inside the vehicle had been inflated so much that it had deformed the entire structure of the car. Some containers and devices had been attached to the roof. You could see various tanks and hoses, some of which led through holes into the interior of the car.
All the windows except the windshield had either been rolled down or had been removed long before. Where the windows were missing, and one could actually see inside the vehicle, the strangest sight of the whole scene presented itself: a vehicle that had been so deformed that it looked as if it had been stretched out from the inside, and which already looked pretty strange.
A soft, creamy mass was pushing its way through all the open window frames, hanging heavily on the metal of the car. With various rolls and sacks that had formed on it, this stuff was spilling out of the van at every corner and end and was already starting to hang down far on the sides. It looked almost like a kind of foam mass or as if someone had melted the world's largest marshmallow in the van. The mass changed color along the length of the van, with bags and hanging, bloated rolls in white snuggling up to those in beige or dark brown.
The windshield was completely filled with this mass, which also split into undefined shapes and curves there. In addition, mountains of garbage and fast food packaging as well as empty bottles and cans, and crumpled, greasy pizza boxes, which were pressed against the glass by the swollen mass, were visible.
Finch looked at the van bursting at the seams in amazement and was quite pleased with himself. The firefighters now set about cutting open the vehicle's shell with heavy equipment.
“Hey, that was a close call! I definitely don't want to miss this!” a woman's voice called out behind the professor, completely out of breath, and he turned around. Dr. Kate Monroe, the psychologist who had been leading the project with him in recent months that had now led to this spectacle, hurried up to him as fast as she could. She had parked as close to the emergency vehicles as possible. Finch also noticed that a good number of onlookers from the surrounding area had gathered in the parking lot and were filming the proceedings with their smartphones.
“Don't worry, Kate, it hasn't really started yet,” the professor said, turning back to the van on the trailer and smiling.
As the firefighters and technicians moved towards it, the vibrations caused the mass that was spilling out of the vehicle to wobble. Like pudding, everything flopped and swayed lazily back and forth. It looked like a bag of pudding. One of the men bumped into an especially ample roll that was spilling out of one of the windows as he tried to squeeze past the vehicle, which was bulging out to the sides. As this happened, a very muffled, high-pitched voice came from inside the van.
“Hey, watch it, please! That hurt!”
Six months earlier...
Professor Finch was sitting behind his desk in the office he used at the university where he currently taught. He had been in this big city on the US East Coast for several years, giving lectures on nutritional science, in which he partially incorporated the fields of medicine, biology and sports, which was of course close to the core topic. The man in his fifties had always been interested in fat and why it was so easy for people to accumulate large amounts of it on their bodies and then usually find it all the more difficult to get rid of it. He was particularly fascinated by the process of the body of women, who naturally had a higher body fat percentage than men, ballooning out in all directions with too little exercise and too much food intake. This enthusiasm was always purely objective and scientific in nature, but it was still Finch's greatest passion, which he pursued wholeheartedly. The professor himself had always been keen to stay thin and looked like a thin needle in his mid-priced suit, but he was all the more interested in the consequences and effects of obesity in other people. In a comical contrast to his own figure, the professor's fascination with the wobbly mass in which the body stored excess energy had earned him the nickname “Fatty” Finch among colleagues and students. In addition to the general functions and effects of fat, he was also extremely interested in the reasons and methods by which these people had fattened up so much, and of whom there were probably more in the United States than in any other country in the world.
For quite some time now, he had been preparing a special project, to be precise, a very special project. The university council and the dean had already been deterred and disgusted when he had only roughly outlined his plan. He had therefore received no support or assistance from them to carry out his plan. Fortunately, through his numerous good relationships, he had managed to get some big partners with well-heeled wallets on board who would finance the whole fun. To do this, he had been able to acquire several trustworthy people for this research project who would now help him explore the wonderful depths of gluttony and its effects on the bodies of young women.
In the meantime, everything that was necessary had been prepared and the route had been determined. The only problem over the past few months had been finding subjects willing to take part in the endeavor. Even with the generous payment offered in all the advertisements and online ads, it had taken a long time to find suitable candidates. It was probably also because Finch had kept the whole project rather vague in these advertisements so as not to scare anyone away. It was only mentioned as a long-term study on the consumption of various foods. At first, the professor had believed that this description, in combination with the sparse description, would attract many applicants and that suitable candidates could be selected from all the women afterwards, but that had turned out to be wrong. After all, after some time, five suitable candidates had finally been found.
Finch took a sip of his coffee and scanned the data on his computer screen. He was a little excited that it would start soon. Of course, there was always the possibility that one or more of the women, who were all enrolled at this university, would get cold feet and back out of the project, but Finch didn't really think so. One of his associates in this project, psychologist Kate Monroe, had been a great help and he knew pretty well how the five women in his research project tick, based on the personality feelings she had created. He would make sure that they stayed on the ball until the end of the three-month project and didn't quit.
Then there was a knock at the door to his office and three of his partners in this project entered the room as if Finch had summoned them with his thoughts.
Dr. Kate Monroe was the first to enter the office. A slim woman in her fifties, she was wearing a plain, conservative gray suit and black glasses, which she adjusted as she entered. She was the one with whom Finch had not only gone through the profiles of the applicants, but had conceived and prepared the entire project. While he concentrated more on the physical aspects of becoming fat, Monroe had focused on dependencies, especially with regard to food, eating disorders, and people's general behavior towards excess and abundance. Monroe was Finch's intellectual counterpart and the two of them were, so to speak, the father and mother figure of this project.
After the psychologist, a dashing man in a black suit and gelled hair entered the professor's office. Richard Gallecki was a big cheese in the marketing department of World Pizza, a widespread fast food chain specializing in pizza and various other dishes in Italian cuisine. He and his company were responsible for providing the female participants with an adequate, not to mention endless, supply of fast food. Although various other smaller chains and restaurants were now on board to supply vast quantities of greasy, salty and sweet food from time to time, World Pizza would provide the bulk of the food. They also contributed the money that Finch had been denied by the narrow-minded university. For Gallecki and his company, it was basically just one huge advertising event. Many fast food companies of a similar size and scope would have been deterred by the kind of publicity that was presumably generated by the nature of this project, but World Pizza seemed to understand what it was really about. They could advertise healthy options, sustainability or vegan dishes, but in the end it was the fat cats of this world who, full of enjoyment and ignoring any risks, piled more and more fast food onto their plates. This was exactly the kind of clientele that the experiment would make even more curious and, above all, even hungrier for food than they already were, for a variety of reasons. Finch was fine with all of this as long as it got World Pizza to participate and pay all the bills that came up.
Finally, a rather small but extremely fat woman waddled into the office. Finch was fascinated every time he saw the sagging, flapping belly that the lady dragged in front of her. It was quite an impressive apron of fat and the professor liked the fact that the woman's summer dress seemed a little too tight for her girth. The two fat rings into which her belly was divided were very clearly visible, the lower one sagging down to in front of the young lady's bulky thighs. Every fat fold and roll, as well as every dimple of cellulite, could be seen under the yellow fabric, as could the deep, large belly button. A remarkable pair of tits sloshed around above the belly, struggling with the fabric of the dress. Upper arms as thick as pillows, a pair of fat-laden hips, and two enormous, jiggling fat asses completed the picture. The woman, who answered to the name of Lara Rose and held a doctorate in biology and pharmacology, laboriously heaved one leg, as thick as a tree trunk, past the other. She seemed to have rushed after the other two people, as she was panting heavily even by her own morbidly obese standards. Finch felt sorry for her, as he always tried to take into account the needs of overweight people, which he found so fascinating. When Dr. Rose came to a halt next to the others, her fat masses swaying languidly and her chest heaving hectically under her soft monster bells, Finch greeted them all personally. Finally, he shook the plump hand of the chubster and looked into her blue eyes. He was very glad that she was on board with the pharmaceutical company. Otherwise, the project would not have been feasible in the form and length it was. He gave the fat, blonde doctor a kind smile, and she smiled back somewhat embarrassed. Finch knew that she was one of those morbidly obese people who suffered from their weight and couldn't stand themselves for it, and for whom eating was always associated with shame and guilt. He very much hoped that this would change one day, perhaps as a result of the experiment.
“Thank you for coming here. It will be a few more minutes before I expect our selected subjects for our conversation,” Finch began, looking around in a friendly manner, his gaze lingering a moment longer on the round face and paunch of Dr. Rose.
“May I offer you a coffee while we wait, or another beverage?”
A few minutes later, everyone present had taken a seat behind Finch's desk and had a cup of coffee in their hands. Rose, in her completely overstretched dress, was literally oozing out of the pitiable chair and sipping her drink. Her bloated breasts bulged under the fabric of her dress against the massive forearms she had placed on her tummy.
A few minutes later, while the professor was chatting with his guests, there was a knock at the door. He put his cup down on his desk and looked at the clock in the lower right corner of his computer desktop. The test subjects seemed to be on time. It was always good to be able to rely on people, in a project like this even more than in everyday life.
Finch crossed his legs and took the files from his desk that contained the information about the volunteers who had applied. A short cough and then he said, “Come in, please.”
The door to the office opened and four young women entered the room one after the other. From shy smiles to skeptical curiosity and barely concealed enthusiasm, their pretty faces showed the whole range of expressions. This was something that Finch had already noticed when he had individual conversations with the test subjects. All of them were exceptionally beautiful and also quite young. A circumstance he welcomed, although it was basically irrelevant for his upcoming project. To be precise, he would have preferred a few older women for the endeavor, although it was unlikely from the outset that suitable candidates could be found at the university.
What did catch Finch's attention, though, was that there were supposed to be five women, but there seemed to be no trace of her. He smiled at each of the young ladies in front of him and then studied his files. Stacy Conroy, an anthropology student and member of the cheerleading squad, was apparently missing. From the beginning, Finch had seen the greatest danger in the 21-year-old blonde: that she would either get cold feet or fail to fulfill her obligations in the project. Stacy was a rather arrogant doll with rich parents. Her studies were basically just an alibi to show her parents that she was trying to get a job and a career so that the money for parties and lifestyle would continue to flow without problems. Finch's assessment was that she was unreliable, far too fixated on her slim body and the supposed recognition and appreciation associated with it, and generally a typical member of Generation X.
“Good morning, ladies. Please take a seat,” said Finch, pointing to the five chairs he had placed in front of his desk. ‘Do you know where Miss Conroy is? She hasn't reported to me,’ he asked, sighing, and pointed to the only remaining empty chair. He should probably be glad that only one of his candidates had backed out. If the worst came to the worst, even the remaining four ladies would storm out of the office in disgust and anger as soon as he explained the true nature of this project. That was something you had to expect with a project like this.
One of the ladies present, sitting with her legs crossed, rolled her eyes and made a bored hand gesture. Her name was Sofia da Luga and she was half African with a French background. She was a little chubby for her 5'7", which Finch welcomed, but the young woman was still far from being described as fat by him. But for him it was very welcome that she had a natural predisposition to always eat a little more than others and also enjoyed it very much, which in turn had led to the obvious extra pounds, which she now only partially hid under her jeans and white sweatshirt. Beautiful, big, juicy breasts, a cute tummy, which demonstrated its rolls when she sat, as well as a round, already somewhat protruding bottom rounded off the appearance of the pretty brunette with the caramel-colored skin.
“She's probably still lying disheveled in bed with the guy from her student fraternity and is having the worst hangover of her life after last night,” Sofia said contemptuously. The woman sitting next to her turned her beautiful head and looked at her reproachfully. Abby Mason was a usually somewhat shy and reserved student with excellent grades. Finch had observed her more closely on campus after she had signed up for the project and had read through her school records. In addition, his partner Kate Monroe had provided him with some useful information about the red-haired Abby. She had struggled with binge eating and obesity in the past, but had managed to lose weight to just over 154 lbs with a strict diet. At just 5'5” she was still a bit chubbier than Sofia and had a pretty belly on which two decent tits rested under a concealing sweater, the result of Abby's only barely contained bulimia. According to Dr. Monroe, various family problems and bullying in the past had led to this disturbed eating behavior. After a few sessions with the psychologist, who, in addition to her work as a lecturer, also worked in the university's health care program, she immediately referred Abby to Finch. According to her, the young woman would be perfect for the project. Abby had a deep, extreme desire to let herself go and to fill an infinite void within her with food. Both Finch and Monroe were very eager to observe the effects of these psychological factors during the upcoming project.
“Don't say that,” Abby admonished her seat neighbor with a disapproving tone of voice. The red-blonde woman kneaded her sweet hands in her soft lap, slightly nervous. ‘Especially not now,’ she added, and her gaze twitched to the four people behind the desk, who were scrutinizing the young women.
“I don't give a shit,” Sofia announced disinterestedly, giving Abby a condescending look that made her blush.
“Everyone can know what's going on with Stacy. Our perfect Stacy. The name itself sounds like perfect slut.”
“Whoa, ladies, there's no need for language like that,” Finch said placatingly, raising his hands. ”Miss Conroy seems to be either late or has lost interest in the venture we are planning, without informing us. Anyway, we...”
“She was never that reliable. Why bother when you can just blow the professor after class instead of getting good grades?” the third woman in front of the desk interrupted him. A lady with seemingly Asian roots, short jet-black hair and multiple piercings in her lips and eyebrows. She had her arms crossed over her soft chest and looked quite stubborn. Her name was Ayo Hirohito and she was the smallest and lightest of the whole group of young women. She carried just under 80 kilograms (176 lbs) around with her on her sweet body and was unmistakably in the territory of being overweight. This circumstance could neither be concealed by clothing nor explained away. A black dress revealed some pretty flab, and the sweet white flesh of her soft thighs bulged out over her knee-high black boots.
“Whatever...” Dr. Monroe now intervened, looking sternly around at the young women to redirect the conversation back to the upcoming project. The last of the ladies who hadn't said a word yet had been sitting quietly in her chair, legs crossed, listening with mild interest to the toxic comments of the other subjects about Stacy Conroy. Her name was Maya Lorantes, a self-confident but mostly quiet and reserved Latina. She was also quite small and, at just over 10 stone, a little chubby. Sweet curves and small flabs of fat could be seen everywhere under her white summer dress. A pretty pair of breasts filled her lush neckline.
Maya tossed her shoulder-length brown hair to the side with a flick of her head and cleared her throat before speaking: “Professor, maybe you should just start with the explanation. If someone is missing, there's nothing we can do about it.”
Finch gave her a friendly nod and went over the documents on his desk again. He and Monroe had discussed the applicants at length. With her calm but determined manner, Maya Lorantes would be able to hold the group together well and calm them down, which will probably be necessary in the course of the project.
Before the professor could speak again, the door to his office opened without him knocking first. A little out of breath and at the same time embarrassed and somewhat arrogantly grinning, a young, blonde woman pushed herself into the room and immediately closed the door behind her. The heads of everyone present turned to the blonde, with Sofia and Ayo giving her rather fierce and disapproving looks from their pretty eyes.
“Nice of you to join us, Stacy. We were just about to start with the presentation of our project, so you haven't missed anything,” Finch greeted the young woman friendly. Stacy was a typical American cheerleader doll with perfect hair, perfect teeth and, at least for normal taste, a perfect body. Her slim figure with a few nice curves was packed into a tight top and even tighter jeans shorts. Stacy quickly stowed her large smartphone in the Gucci bag she was carrying over her shoulder and went to the free chair in front of the desk.
“Hey guys, I'm really sorry. I got caught up talking with a friend,” the blonde said lightly and sat down in the empty seat. Of course, it was only a few minutes late, but for Finch it was about the general reliability of his subjects. However, at the moment he was just glad that all five women he had planned with were on board after all. Besides, he had discussed at length with Monroe that a somewhat difficult and self-centered character like Stacy could be quite interesting in the project.
“It's all right, we haven't really started yet,” Monroe said calmly. Ayo snorted somewhat contemptuously, which Stacy basically couldn't ignore but still chose to do. Sofia crossed her arms again in front of her voluptuous chest and looked demonstratively, annoyed, at the ceiling. Abby seemed to be huddled up on her chair and didn't want to say anything at all. Only Maya seemed calm and had only looked at Stacy briefly when she had taken a seat next to the Latina and was now looking expectantly towards Finch again. What completely different types of women they were, all struggling in their own way with the stress of studying and life in general, the professor thought to himself. For the social component of the project, this constellation would be perfect.
“Well then, Prof. Finch,” said Richard Gallecki, clapping his hands in a good mood. ”Let's not waste any more time and get started with your presentation.”
The fat-loving scientist was entirely in agreement with his supporter and financial backer from the ranks of the food service industry. So Finch finally began his presentation to explain the project, which had so far only been vaguely outlined, in more detail. To do this, he used his documents, a map of the USA and his PC screen, which he turned to face the five ladies.
“Well, as you all know, ladies, this project consists largely of consuming extremely high amounts of food. You have already seen that in the ad that prompted you to contact me, so far so good. We plan to put you all on a diet that we have developed over a period of six months with the help of our sponsors from World Pizza and other gastronomic companies. This special diet plan will probably lead to a certain weight gain for all of you, which I'm sure is clear to all of you.”
Finch looked at each of the volunteers, from the slim, always weight-conscious Stacy to the rather chubby Ayo, who was certainly no stickler for diet and who was adorned with luscious curves. Everyone listened carefully to the professor and it was not easy to discern their reactions to his words from their faces. At least none of them were shocked, as these aspects of the project were actually already described in the advertisement. Not even the cheerleader and classic member of the “cool kids,” Stacy, showed any negative reaction to the prospect of putting on weight.
“We will monitor their development closely with regular tests and various control devices, and the whole process will of course take place under strict medical supervision. In addition, we will test a new drug on them and how it affects their health and the process of weight gain.”
He smiled, pointing to the extremely fat woman next to him, whose bulging fat masses threatened to stretch the fabric of her dress as she sat. Dr. Lara Rose smiled back as her massive, fat-stuffed tits stretched the seams of her décolletage with each breath.
“Dr. Rose here has developed the appropriate product, which is designed to combat or even completely negate the negative effects of rapid or massive weight gain. Diabetes, high blood pressure, etc., you understand, ladies. Dr. Rose has done an excellent and groundbreaking job, and we will contribute to its completion with this experiment.”
The professor cleared his throat briefly while he spread out the large map on which a route was drawn that took a number of detours from the east coast of the USA to the west coast and back again.
“But even more important than the food intake and the medical aspect itself is the socio-psychological aspect of this project and, consequently, the environment in which you will be staying for the next six months and in which you are supposed to gain fat.”
“Meaning, Professor?” Ayo asked skeptically, raising one of her narrow eyebrows.
“Aren't we going to do all this here on campus? In one of the laboratories or something?” asked Abby, somewhat unsettled, and, without noticing, kept winding one of her reddish-blonde hair strands around her index finger.
Finch cleared his throat and continued: “The main focus of this experiment will be to observe how weight gain affects life in a confined space and vice versa. Likewise, the aspect of having a mobility with which one can go wherever one wants without fixed places to live will be contrasted with, let's say, an extremely limited freedom of movement. The dynamics that arise from these points will be examined for their direct connection to and effect on food intake and weight.
Sofia da Luga raised her hand to object. Somewhat confused, she asked, “How is that supposed to work? Doesn't that contradict itself with great mobility and yet limited freedom of movement?”
Finch smiled and shook his head. ”Let me explain.”
He typed something on his keyboard and opened a file folder on his desktop. Then he pointed with his hand from the image that had opened on the monitor to the map on his desk.
“The plan is for you to spend the entire six months together in this modified van. Together and with virtually no exits, you will live in this vehicle and travel the route we have determined, which, if all goes according to plan, will have you back at your starting point when this experiment is over. During this trip, we and our staff will be with them at all times, providing them with everything they need along the way.”
“Are you saying we're supposed to live crammed into a damn van for six months?” Sofia asked, her hazel eyes widening in disbelief.
“Do you think that's really possible?“ Maya Lorantes asked, looking doubtfully at each of the other young women in turn. ‘I mean, we can see that we all tick a little differently,’ she added cautiously, laughing a little uncertainly.
“Do you think a little road trip like that couldn't be done?” Stacy asked, giving the others a somewhat disparaging look.
“Oh my God, you're so fucking arrogant,” Sofia said, turning and leaning forward to look past Abby and Maya's ample tits to Stacy. ”You're the one who needs a ton of beauty products and care every day, and I don't think your 5,000 shoes and the contents of your three closets will fit in this van. Not even a luxurious bathroom in the apartment next to campus that Daddy buys you,“ the young black woman spat towards the blonde.
“We'll see if that's possible, Miss Lorantes,” said Finch. Then he addressed all the women: “That's exactly the point. Can people in such an environment, in such a confined space, spend such a long time together? Especially when the factor of food is as severe as it is for us.”
“How much should we gain weight?” asked Abby, a little uncertain but not yet worried. Sofia and Stacy continued to glare at each other angrily, but said nothing more.
Finch smiled as he looked at each of his colleagues and then back at the five young, pretty women in front of his desk.
“That's entirely up to you and your eating habits, ladies. We'll see where we end up when the six months are up. First of all, I want to explain everything else to you. There are also some special things regarding the medication that you are to test for the expected weight gain. Dr. Rose will explain that to you, and then there is a questionnaire for you to fill out. This is basically about possible allergies and what foods you particularly like and don't like.” Finch pointed to a stack of paper with various tables and check boxes.
“After that, we can take a walk together on campus and take a look at the van you'll be using. We've only recently finished converting it.”
The start
There had been some disputes, there had been various questions, some clever and justified, some stupid and unnecessary, which Finch had of course been happy to answer anyway. After the conversation in the office of the fat-loving professor and also after the tour of the converted van, there had been quite a bit of excitement among the five women. Each seemed to have her own opinion about the project, but none seemed to be completely opposed to it, even if some were uncomfortable with the idea of being cramped together in a vehicle for so long. Nevertheless, none of the ladies had backed down, which had pleased but also surprised Finch and his colleagues. One week after the joint meeting, all participants had gathered in the large parking lot of the campus. Finch, Monroe and Rose had been waiting for the five ladies excitedly from early on, in glorious weather. With the help of James Hale, a young man who had been Professor Finch's assistant for a long time, they had made the final preparations on the large van. Dr. Rose stood next to them in a top that was much too tight and leggings that were doing their best to cover the swelling, overflowing fat masses of her lower half without tearing. The fat scientist was sweating a little and fanned herself with her chubby hand. The sky was blue and cloudless and the sun of the previously mild summer was shining warmly down on the parking lot.
“Here they come,” said Dr. Rose, and everyone turned towards the university's main building with the domed roof.
Everyone turned around. James Hale poked his head out of the open window of the van where he was sitting, checking some retrofitted equipment.
Full of anticipation and excitement, Finch rubbed his hands together and grinned at Monroe and Rose. The five volunteers came trotting towards the van, each of them equipped with only a small bag. This had been one of the biggest points of contention beforehand, and for some of the women, especially Stacy of course, it had been extremely difficult to limit the luggage for the trip to the bare essentials. Even with Finch's explanation that everything they would need for the next six months would be handed over to them by James Hale at the planned, almost daily stops. The five young women in their traveling accommodation would be permanently supplied with everything they needed from the outside, thus ensuring that they could actually reduce the exits to an absolute minimum. Basically, there were only two things that had caused discomfort for the women and required the most intensive persuasion from Finch, Monroe and Rose. One was the problem of hygiene. For this, the van had been most extensively converted. Basically, the entire interior was now a single shower with waterproof fittings and durable upholstery. The floor could absorb any liquid through built-in openings and additional fans with hot air would dry the girls again after their cleaning, whereby the project still benefited from the relatively warm season, at least for the time being. At these temperatures, the women would certainly not mind drying themselves a little in the warm, pleasant ambient air and the sun's rays, as if they had just stepped out of a pool. The cleaning would be done with extendable hoses with small shower heads at the end, which every seat now had. Of course, this would take a lot of getting used to for the women, but that was exactly what was intended during the experiment. Besides, Finch knew that if everything went according to plan, the girls would very quickly stop worrying about such trivialities. They would only be interested in their stomachs and how they could fill them up again as quickly as possible, or when the next stop would be to order new food.
Another thing was going to the toilet, which the five women had to do every day as a matter of course. The drug that Dr. Rose's company was producing would ensure that the body utilized almost everything it absorbed, but even then it was of course essential to do both large and small business. There was a solution built into the van for that too, but Finch hadn't said anything about that yet. It would only be implemented later, when the five girls had become more comfortable with their situation and the life of eating and getting fatter in the van. Until then, unfortunately, at least one solid stop had to be planned every day for all the inmates to relieve themselves. Although this was somewhat contrary to the intentions of the experiment, there was no other solution than to allow the women to occasionally leave the van, at least at the beginning. The faster they got fat and only became interested in replenishing their food supplies, completely forgetting all social norms and even their dislike of each other, as well as the very cramped situation, the more receptive they would become to the alternative solution for using the toilet. At the latest then they would no longer leave the vehicle at all until Finch's dream project was finished.
A lot of confusion, some shocks, but in the end stoic, determined faces: that was the result of the briefing on the functions and possibilities of the van that the five would call home for at least another six months. None of the five ladies backed down at the last moment. All of them took the medication that was primarily intended to keep them healthy, stowed the little luggage they had brought with them but would probably never really need, and got into the assigned seats.
“All right, let's go!” Abby Mason shouted and closed the door of the van with a dull sound. The engine roared and the five young women in the vehicle looked at each other, their eyes shining with anticipation. Their more or less strong dislike for each other was now surpassed by curiosity and excitement. You might have expected this “go-get-'em” mood from the cheerleader Stacy in the back seat, but she was unusually reserved and serious.
“We're really doing this...“ murmured Maya Lorantes in an incredulous voice. She ran her hands over the seat cushion and looked at the countless buttons on the custom-made seat, her palms already damp with anticipation.
“Yes, we are!” said Stacy Conroy with an echoing voice from the back seat, “And we're going to do it in style!” Finally, a statement as one would expect from the blonde.
Sofia de Luga leaned forward from the middle row, her long, dark hair swinging back and forth. “And by style, she means that we will eat our way across the country,” she teased with a mischievous smile.
Ayo Hohito, who usually planned everything out in detail, checked her list one last time. She and Sofia had received a map and a list of instructions for their stops from Fatty Finch.
“We start at the east coast,” she announced firmly. ‘Relatively obvious, since that's where we are right now with our van,’ she added, giving everyone in the car a somewhat contemptuous look. Especially Stacy, she gave a look as if the Asian woman wasn't really sure that the blonde even knew the difference between west and east.
“First stop: New York City. We have to go to those pizzerias,“ said Abby, running her hands dreamily over the steering wheel. Next to her, Sofia was already setting up one of the many screens on the dashboard that was connected to the navigation system, to her first destination.
“We'll go to ALL the pizzerias, sweetie,” Sofia said, continuing to tap on the display.
“Ideally, we probably won't be walking,” Ayo interjected, making herself a little more comfortable on the seat with her bacon cushions.
“Hopefully you haven't forgotten what this experiment is about again before we've even left,” she added doubtfully.
“Prof. Finch himself said that it would be a drastic change and that we should get out of the van, especially at the beginning. Only when we have got used to the long journeys should we try to stay in the van as long as possible,” said Maya.
“It's best if we just start and see how it goes. We'll decide what to do when we get there,” Sofia offered, and everyone agreed. Abby started the car and the five women were off.
The van rolled out of the university parking lot and onto the open road. The wind from the open windows ruffled their hair as they picked up speed, and the horizon stretched out before them, promising adventure and excess. They were on a mission that was equal parts absurd and fascinating, a journey that would test their limits and their friendship or enmity.
New York was quickly reached with many small stops for toilets and food. Finch's staff or World Wide Pizza employees were constantly bringing food to the van when they stopped. Practically every fast food joint on the route was visited, most of which were pizza parlors, but tons of burgers, burritos and the like were also devoured by the five women. The drug, which they took every day and was primarily intended to ensure their continued good health, caused all of them to have an enormous increase in appetite, just as Finch, Monroe and Dr. Rose had planned. Every free minute was used by all the ladies, no matter how they had previously felt about the experiment, to eat. Interrupted by sleeping and occasionally leaving the car. All five ladies used the mobile sanitary facilities or the hotel rooms that Finch had rented for the short time to go to the toilet, wash and shower. It had not even occurred to any of them to use the devices built into their seats or to shower with towels and the small showers while driving. For Finch, however, this was only a matter of time. Food would quickly become the only purpose in the lives of his subjects, and then they would no longer care about leaving the van or hygiene. The main thing was that their bellies remained full.
The first few days were a jumble of pizza slices, fast food, milkshakes and convenience store snacks. They marked their progress on the map of the United States with sticky fingerprints and grease stains. Every meal was a competition, a silent race to see who could eat the most without throwing up. The feeling of bursting was their constant companion, but somehow everyone quickly took a liking to this lifestyle. They laughed and cheered each other on, and the camaraderie in the van grew with every mile they covered. This was an incredible effect that occurred far more quickly than the project psychologist had predicted. Given the women's behavior towards each other, even during the last conversation in Finch's office, this was truly remarkable.
But as days turned into weeks, the novelty wore off. The once-spacious van now felt cramped, and the smell of fast food was everywhere. They grew more tired and their clothes began to shrink. Still, they pressed on, fueled by the thrill of the challenge and the bond between them that had formed around their shared goal. After all, their journey had just begun.
Finally, the van stopped in a tiny town in the Midwest. They had already covered a good portion of the journey and had successfully worked their way through New England. Their stomachs had not yet burst, even though it had felt like it almost every day of the trip. It was a place where the buildings looked as if they had seen better days and the air was thick with the smell of frying oil. The neon lights of “Joe's Pizza Palace” lured them like the call of a siren to the unfortunate sailors.
“This is it,” Maya said, her eyes glowing. ”This place is marked as a very special stop on our route. This has to be a success.”
They got out of the van, stretched their legs and prepared for the feast that awaited them. In the meantime, each of them had gained quite a bit of weight. The thin clothes that each of the young women had changed into were already stretching tightly over their growing fat deposits. Ayo, in particular, who had started out as the fattest, now had a decent paunch hanging out of her skin-tight shirt and sagging in front of her pubic region. However, the fat gain of the others was not to be scoffed at either. Maya and Sofia developed magnificent tits and the rolls of fat bulging over their leggings, which were stretched to the point of tearing, were enormous. Classic muffin tops of far too fast greasy but completely inexperienced ladies. Even Stacy had given up trying to maintain her slim figure despite the unrestrained eating and lack of exercise. Now a fat ass swung from side to side with every step the blonde took. Fat rolls wobbled, bellies pushed over the waistbands and breasts tried to escape the tight bras.
As they approached the restaurant, the smell became more intense and their stomachs growled in unison. They had no idea that this stop would change everything, that the experiment they had begun would take a decisive turn. At least that's how it would feel to the five women. From Fatty Finch's point of view, everything went better than planned and the next phase of the project was reached earlier than expected.
