Jackson, part 4 - story by Sarav59 (Patreon)

Gulp... Gulp… Gulp…

The Glutton worked tirelessly, pumping gallon after gallon of thick calorific shake directly into Jackson’s stomach. He had been hooked up to “The Glutton" for over 2 weeks now, or was it 6 weeks…? He was rapidly losing sense of time, and his mind was dulling.

The constant pressure of his distended belly was at first painful. But after weeks of feeding, he barely noticed it anymore. It was his constant normal now.

Jackson preferred to focus on the speakers by his head. Day and night the speakers shouted out encouraging words, telling him to eat. They used the same vocab as his track coaches: one more rep, only a few more pounds, just one more mile... so he took to the speakers quickly and obeyed...

With each 10 lbs gained he earned a type of reward. A bell would sound and a sugar-mixture would flood his mouth. Sweet and intoxicating, it was nothing like his normal feed. He loved it. He craved it. 

Unknown to him, the sweet mixture was of Finley's own design: very potent and highly addictive. A teaspoon could cause a person to go mad with hunger and eat for hours. Jackson was receiving it by the gallon.