Cerea in the past months had gotten used to the feeling of being so constricted that she couldn't have a single bite more, without feeling also pained and yet, after a rather filling day spent guzzling down some kind of sludge which, although looking rather worrying, was actually deliciously tasty, she suddenly realized that the pain was gone.
She felt suddenly free of that constricting feeling she had had for the past few months.
Elated, she opened her eyes, searching for her benefactor, when she saw Smith laying down on something, with her face rather close to her own. The japanese woman was staring deeply into her eyes, so much so that Cerea felt herself blushing.
"So, Cerea...How are you feeling now? Better than before?"
"I'm... amazed... feel... so... free..."
"That is good. But, let's not forget you still need to grow healthier. For that, I have made a few changes to your diet... Hope you will comply... it is all for your good health..."
The centauress, barely aware of what she had been eating for the past months, shortly nodded which, in turn, forced the many chin rolls on her neck to wobble around, jiggling even as she stopped nodding, while she felt her eyes mesmerized to the hands of the woman who had seemingly decided to take care of her wellbeing.
Smith marveled once more to the gluttonous centaur, smiling as she enjoyed having turned the hyper protective, tough and lean monster, in the creamy mass of fattened flesh before her. Having her moved out of Kurusu's house had been an expensive operation but, seeing the results she was more than willing to pay the price. Thanks to government funds and regulations loopholes, she had managed to acquire the property of the land beside Kurusu's house, relocating the family that lived there somewhere else, while she made sure to erect a massive barn-like facility which could house her beloved Centauress for a long time. Unfortunately, in order to have such a massive building she had to lie about its uses and was forced to say that it was going to be an experimental training center for her own team of monster girls. Which, as she thought about, was actually a blessing in disguise.
As she moved her stare from the massive lump of fat that Cerea had become, Smith imagined seeing the entire MON team laying uselessly beside her massive centaur, all of them unable to move or to feed themselves. The woman hugged herself tightly, feeling a tingle all over herself in anticipation for such a scene, she had only to find the right justification for that to happen.
In the meantime, she had her Cerea that was in dire need to grow healthier.
Lasciviously sashaying toward the fattened centauress, Smith quickly grabbed a remote from one of her pockets, as she began taking advantage of the facility she had erected all around Cerea. The centauress, whose stare had been glued to the woman, was suddenly distracted as she saw several counters and tables seemingly rising from the floor, all of them loaded with massive trays of food. Drooling a bit, as she felt her belly rumble in hunger, Cerea returned her stare to the woman who was now sitting in a suspended chair, closely to her face.
"Oh, Cerea..." she said with a sing-song tone in her voice "It's time for your breakfast..."
With that, Smith lowered her seat enough to grab a quite large cake and then moved back toward the face of the centauress, as she pushed the whole thing in the expecting mouth of the monster girl. Cerea, mouth wide open, barely took notice that an entire cake had just been pushed within her lips, as she munched and chewed in ecstasy by the deliciousness of the treat. Yet, she barely swallowed it that another was quickly pushed in, and yet Cerea couldn't stop herself. Nowadays she barely cared about her need to grow healthier, she was just so used to eating that much that it was her new normal. And Smith took advantage of that.
A couple of hours later, the monster girl had her lips coated in frosting and cream, her eyes had rolled in the back of her head, as her taste-buds were so overwhelmed by the flavor that she wasn't anymore aware of what she was eating, all she needed was to have more. Smith, using the facilities within the building, had quickly set up a series of conveyor belts which were moving cakes, treats and vegetables toward the open mouthed centaur, which had only to open her mouth and swallow. Cerea was starting to grow addicted to being treated like that, she was enjoying the feeling of her belly growing fuller and fuller, as it filled with delicious food.
Even more so when her taste-buds were suddenly flooded with deeply fried carrots and sugary pumpkin pies.
Smith stared at the centauress in awe. Under her eyes she saw her growing larger and fatter, as her whole mass began spreading over a wider area, the more she ate and consumed the extremely caloric foods Smith gave her. The woman smiled even more knowing that this growth wasn't going to stop anytime soon, thanks to the stimulants she was providing to Cerea. Already the centauress metabolism was at its lowest, while the appetite enhancers were starting to leave her with a constant, warped, state of hunger. Cerea could barely pass a few minutes without having the need to eat something and this, in turn, forced her body to grow bigger and fatter.
Smith raised her seat a little bit more, entranced in watching the centaur growth, licking her lips in enjoyment as she saw her Cerea expand.Her equine body outgrowing the stall she had been in, as her brownish skin pushed against the flimsy fence she was in, growing over it as it finally broke under the strain. Her humanoid portion, similarly, grew. Her apron of a gut pooling forward in a tidal wave of fat flesh, her breasts, unable to be supported anymore by the thick belly rolls, moved sideways, fattening up quickly, as they got so massive that not even a custom made bra could contain them anymore. She started to grow so massive that her head began to, seemingly, sink into the sea of fat that was engulfing her. What had once been her neck, as much as it was covered by chin rolls, began to overcome her entire head, creating a somewhat funnel-like structure around it.
Yet, Cerea couldn't care less about any of that. All that mattered to her now was to have more, to satisfy her hunger for food, to fill her hungry middle until she could finally feel full. Between morsels, although she was swallowing entire cakes and wagon loads of vegetables, the centauress began to feel herself growing hotter, needier, as if she was going into heat. As she kept swallowing, throaty moans began to escape her, as her libido seemed to be growing the more she ate. Barely able to move herself, she tried to lift her arms to touch her own breasts, to massage herself to find some relief but between the heaviness of her arms, the unending hunger she felt and the mounting lust, she couldn't find the strength.
Seeing this, Smith, moved a couple of robotic arms, swiftly bringing two heads of lettuce against Cerea's nipples, moving them in such a way to provide an additional stimulus, while a third arm brought a cucumber toward the quickly engorging, and growing wetter, core on the equine body portion of the centauress, quickly using it to tantalize even more the fattening centauress.
Under such a treatment, Cerea found herself growing crazier, as she began speeding up her consumption as if that could bring her some relief from the passion she was feeling burning within herself.
Smith, as she was enjoying the show, smiled suddenly, as she heard a beeping sound coming from the remote in her pocket, taking it out she blushed as she felt herself grow hotter while she saw that the built-in scale in the floor was informing her that her beloved Cerea had finally grown past the ton.
Already, Smith was going to give herself some much needed relief when she heard the building alarm warning her that someone else had just entered the building. Grinning impishly she closed off the section containing her Centuar plaything, as she prepared herself to welcome the rest of her team.
As she moved toward the control room, she saw through the camera feed that her colleagues had just entered and that some of them were fussing about the injection that was, seemingly, needed to grant them entrance to the facility. The woman, smiling, took the microphone and turned toward her friends through the loudspeakers.
"Girls? What seems to be the issue?"
Precisely, it was Zombina and Tionishia who seemed to be refusing to comply with the strange procedure, while Manako and Doppel, although surprised by such a request, had complied and received the shot already.
Zombina, hearing the voice of their boss on the loudspeaker, turned unconsciously toward those, as she replied, pointing a finger in the direction of the machine.
"I don't even know why we're here... I'm not going to inject myself with something that could be potentially harmful for my body... Tio...well...she's just afraid of the injection."
"Alright, let me clarify, then. You see, as we have one case already of a strange illness in a monster girl, the government has prepared in haste this structure to monitor the patient and to try to find a cure for her. You, as employees, have been requested to provide assistance in testing the antidotes batches until a cure is found. In order to prevent any long term damage to yourself, the injection will provide you with a booster of sorts, shielding you from any possible danger to your health.
You understand now, Zombina?
As for you, Tio, see it this way. I have here quite a cache of sweet cookies and candies waiting for you...but only after you take the injection... what will it be, ladies?"
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