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It was a week following Iowa’s initial kidnapping.

That morning, she occupied herself with her newest hobby—that being staring at the wall.

The scientists had placed her in quarters that were slightly more comfortable than the exam room she had initially found herself in. The bed was soft and low, the space extremely clean, in fact, sterile. The floor was a cool marble, the walls bright and white. There were no windows or furniture, but Iowa did appreciate the absence of medical equipment surrounding her, almost ominously, as it had in the lab room. There was also a bathroom, interestingly enough, including a toilet, a shower, a sink, and even a mirror, which she could gaze into when she was especially bored and watch herself…change.

Iowa continued to gaze at the wall, a blank smile across her face. She twirled a strange of blonde hair about her finger. It was so clean, the wall. Not a spot on it.

Iowa’s shoulders were softer, thighs thicker, her whole body plumper and flabbier than it had ever been before. Standing had gotten to be a struggle for Iowa, and her sole escape attempt had failed. She had tried to crawl through a ventilation shaft that had since been sealed over. The shaft had been large enough to accommodate her body, but her belly had proven too big. It was round and fat; wider than she was. The sensation of her sensitive belly-nipple sliding against the cool metal had left her shuddering and wet, even breathless. The effort of continuing to slide her swollen nipple against the floor of the shaft would have posed a significant problem had Iowa not quickly found herself stuck in place, no matter how she tried to maneuver the mound. Only minutes later, the scientists had collected her, and stuffed her with snacks, as if to ensure she outgrew any future escape attempts.

Iowa snapped out of her reverie when the door to her room began to open. It was locked from the outside, so the appearance of visitors generally excited her. The sight of Pam brought a grin to Iowa’s face. Pam was wearing a blouse, dress pants, heels, and a pair of rectangular spectacles that Iowa found to be sort of cute. Pam lab coat hung about her shoulders. She was here on official business, then.

“I brought you a treat,” said Pam, pulling a cart loaded with food into the room after her.

Iowa planted her hands against her mattress and attempted to stand, but Pam quickly held up her arm.

“Don’t get up. I’ll come to you.” Pam rolled the cart over to the side of the bed.

It was loaded with all Iowa’s favorites. There was a small mountain of goey brownies, another of chocolate chip cookies, an entire strawberry cheesecake that had to be at least six inches tall and three times the width, a tray of nachos drowning in cheese sauce, a cake bowl of goey macaroni and cheese, and of course, several fat chunks of mozzarella.

Her stomach gurgling, Iowa dug in.

Her belly was a huge mound perched into her lap, the nipple bulging out evidently through the thin tanktop she had stretched over the mass. Her belly bumped against the cart, but Iowa was too eager to notice. The mound raised so high as to shelve and push the breasts on her chest, her belly wide and fat and overflowing her lap to the point that she spread her thighs to keep it from rolling around too much and unbalancing her. The mound seemed to heave and sigh as though reacting to the environment. It was hot, heated, and full of precious sauce.

Iowa worked first on the macaroni, shoveling large spoons into her mouth. Though between the spoons, she managed to alternate with bites into the thick mozzarella, which only enriched the flavor of the pasta for her.

The macaroni took some time and effort, and by the time she was finished, she was uncomfortably full and warm. Despite it, the sight of food roused some insatiable need within Iowa. And so as her insides protested, her binge went on.

Iowa demolished the nachos hastily, even tipping the tray to gulp down every inch of the cheese sauce. While she dug into the gooey chocolatey brownies with one hand, she found her free hand idly fondling her belly-nipple, until it had created a wet spot in the fabric of her shirt. She drew the hem up over it, hissing as the moist pink nub was exposed to the cool, filtered air. Pam licked her lips as Iowa’s ministrations went on, Iowa’s fingers compulsively tugging, tweaking, and massaging the nub till it ached with pleasure and was seeping secret sauce down the underside of her swollen mound.

By the time Iowa finished the brownies, in addition to the cookies, she was feeling incredibly tight, her stomach gurgling even louder, as though in protest. Regardless, her shaking right hand lifted her fork and swung it down to heave a generous scoop of the cheesecake to her lips. “Mmmgghhhh…” she groaned after she gulped it down.

Pam violently shoved the cart aside, a strange gleam in her eyes. Iowa gasped as Pam dropped to her knees, her cool hands cradling either side of Iowa’s swollen belly.

“Ohhhh…” Iowa moaned as Pam gingerly lifted her shirt so that the entirety of her belly-breast was on display. Hot and pulsing, the belly-nipple released a small spurt, splashing against Pam’s face, as though baiting her.

“Mmmgghh…” Iowa groaned, fidgeting. Even then, one of her hands stretched out to grab up a slice of the cheesecake. She crushed it slightly in her tense hold. Iowa’s other hand went around to Pam’s nape, and pulled the scientist forward, squishing her against her giant breast.

Nursing Pam was a luxurious sensation, Pam’s mouth wide and planted against her sensitively areola, creating an interesting suction against the tender skin. Her tongue flicked, teased, and circled the nipple, then dipped against the deep pore that centered it almost to explore. Iowa shuddered. Finally Pam pursed her lips and took a forceful suck. Iowa nearly choked on the mound of cheesecake in her mouth.

Pam drank greedily, grotesque sucking noises filtering through the room as she fed with the eagerness of a newborn farm animal. She drank and drank, absolutely stuffing herself. She consumed more of the white sauce than Iowa even thought was possible to do in one session.

By then the cheesecake was finished, though admittedly, a good deal of it had fallen down Iowa’s chest, some sprinkled atop her swollen stomach. Planting her hands on the bed behind her, Iowa arched and sighed, enjoying Pam’s continued attention. She pushed her gut harder against Pam’s mouth.

Finally Pam’s teeth became involved. She bit gently, and took several quick, sharp sucks in a sequence that pushed Iowa over the edge.

Iowa’s hips jolted and her toes curled as shocks of electricity surged from her navel to her groin, then up again. As her panties soaked through, and white sauce splashed forcefully against Pam’s throat. A large belch tore out of Iowa. She cupped her mouth and smiled while gasping.

Pam stood without ceremony, wiping her mouth. Iowa was astonished that she didn’t even look bloated by then.

“That—that was—” Iowa panted out.

Ignoring her, Pam brushed her lab coat off. “Well, everything seems to be in order here,” she said with a curt nod. She pushed up her spectacles, a twisted curl to her mouth. “Your compliance is appreciated.” With that, she left.

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That afternoon, Pam held a meeting with some investors. As the lead scientist on the assignment, it was her responsibility to keep their funders up to date on the progress of sauce development. She even brought out free samples in the form of several plates piled with belly burgers. They had only been back on the market for a week, and they were beating out all the other chains.

“As you can see, things are going well,” Pam said from where she sat at the head of the large rectangular meeting table. She guided her clients though the packets of sheets she had passed out. “If you look at the diagram on page seven, you’ll notice…”

Even though the burgers were mostly just for show, Pam could not help picking at them throughout the meeting. She must have gone through three already. She had just gotten so accustomed to the taste of the sauce, she found herself continuously eating the burgers any time she had access to them. It was a deep, visceral craving that somehow could not be sated, and she didn’t mind. She was just content to eat them.

Pam sucked on her greasy finger, before plucking it out of her mouth with a soft popping noise. “Sales are up, spending is down, I would even propose a new downtown location while we still have momentum.” Pam took a large bite from another burger, fitting a third of the sandwich into her mouth. She chewed hastily and gulped down the tender meat, before continuing (choking slightly). “And just to motivate your trust, I would like to introduce you to our current sauce supplier.” Pam quickly finished the burger off, as politely as she could, being that she was gorging herself. She then got up and hurried to the double doors to dramatically swing them open.

The investors gasped at the sight of Iowa, who stood there, looking somewhat unbalanced, even though she was flanked by two skinny lab technicians.

The lab techs guided Iowa inside. She waddled awkwardly as they held her arms to keep her balanced. She then stood there before the table, the gathered investors blatantly staring at her.

“She’s abundant,” Pam bragged, enjoying the sight of Iowa’s flushed cheeks and thin breaths. “She’s absolutely packed with the sauce.”

Iowa gave a sheepish smile as she blinked around in evident confusion. The larger she swelled, the ditzyer she seemed to become. It was convenient, if nothing else.

Pam walked over and gave Iowa’s belly-breast a firm swat, causing Iowa to yelp as her mound jiggled until it pushed out from the bottom of the stretched top she was dressed in. Iowa teetered, and looked like she might topple over. The lab techs hastily dragged Iowa to the head of the table, shoving Pam’s chair aside to unceremoniously plop Iowa’s belly against the table top. Iowa sighed in relief at the support. The mound gurgled and quivered. Iowa released a small belch. The investors were positively gawking by then.

During the diversion, Pam had discreetly stuffed down two more burgers. Even then, her cheeks were puffed out as she furiously munched on a third. Eating during a meeting, and so sloppily, was almost obscenely unprofessional—but for some reason, Pam couldn’t stop hereslf. She desperately had to have every burger inside of her. She simply needed them.

As Iowa continued to blink (and belch) inanely, the investors’ attention finally shifted back to Pam who, by then, had some grease-stains on her blouse.

“Belly burger is swiftly becoming the biggest burger franchise in the area,” Pam quickly piped in, her voice muffled. She gulped down the latest chunk of meat in her cheek, “And soon, the country, if everything goes according to plan. It’s a practical guarantee. All I ask of you…” But she trailed off and took another huge bite, grunting enthusiastically while fitting almost half the sandwich into her mouth.

Giving her an odd look, one of the investors raised his finger in inquiry. “How will you produce enough secret sauce to keep up with the demand?” He shot a look at Iowa. “I hardly think that one person—”

He was cut off by Pam’s groan.

Pam’s stomach felt funny. Gassy and bloated, a bubbling sensation growing more powerful by the moment. She grunted out and clutched it, the remains of her latest burger dropping to the floor. The tension grew as her blouse tightened, until she could feel the actual curve of her stomach where it should have been flat. It advanced slowly, pushing, swelling, growing out in throbs of heat and pressure. She moaned in protest and clutched it harder as if to hide it, or to somehow push it back in. Her blouse buttons broke off one by one, her loins tingling as her belly button popped outwards, swelled, and pinkened into an almost lewd nub. Her skin directly around it darkened with a flush, plumpening into a pink cupola, becoming an areola nearly as tender as the distending nub that centered it.

In the meantime, her belly continued to swell and bloat as Pam stared on in confusion and horror. Iowa gave an inane smile as she took in Pam’s form.

Pam staggered back, yelped, and did her best to support the weight of the new basketball-sized breast attached of her midsection. Her body shuddered as her arm slid against the hyper-sensitive nipple. It was so rousing, she nearly collapsed.

The nipple was tender and throbbing, a heated pressure building behind it, then a burning sensation.

In tandem, the investors stood, each of them gazing at her belly-nipple with greedy looking on their faces. They began to approach her, some licking their lips forebodingly. And Pam found herself glued to the spot.

The End