"Castle of the Mad Feeder"
a story by ScareGlow

“Hey, stop here Kath, it's one of those scenic viewpoints. Let's watch the sunset.” A tall and slender brunette jumped out of the passenger seat onto the road in the fading sunlight.
“It's gorgeous, Mara,” said her equally tall and slim blonde companion. The sky was a bright magenta near the horizon. “How nice, just the two of us, with no other people for miles around.” She walked toward the fence to look down at the forest and the tiny trees below. Suddenly she crumpled to the ground.
“Kath!” yelled Mara. Then she too crumpled to the ground.
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“Omigod who are you? What did you do to us!” Mara looked at her wrists and ankles, which were shackled with thick iron bands. Kath yelled similar questions at the man standing in front of them. He was of normal height, with brown hair and nondescript features.
“Oh, I just shot you with a tranquilizer. It's nothing really, you should feel fine soon.”
“Where are we?” asked Mara.
“You're just guests in my house. Some people say it looks like a castle.”
“Please don't rape us,” sobbed Kath. She was covered in tears. “What do you want? Don't you think the police will be looking for us?”
“Oh, they'll look alright, but they're going to find your car left by the side of the road several hundred miles from here, after I put it there. As for you two, you're going to be my friends. I'm going to make you beautiful.” He left. Then he came back with a large jug of whole milk, a tray of cookies, and some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then he left again.
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Kath and Mara screamed all day. They pounded indignantly on the walls of their cell. They formulated plans to escape. Eventually Mara fell into a sort of lethargic calm, while Kath sobbed continually. They ate the food that was left out.
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“Hi girls, I'm back,” said the man. He was carrying a large tray of lasagna. Mara spit in his face.
“You sick fuck, let us go!” she screamed.
“Easy now, or I'll have to give you one of these.” He put down the lasagna and pulled a hypo out of its case in his pocket. “It's time to get started. I want to eat all of this lasagna. I need to fatten you up.”
“Fuck off.”
“Mara! He's a cannibal! It's like Hansel and Gretel. He's going to fatten us up, and then eat us! Oh god!”
“Don't worry, my dear Kath,” he said, putting his arm around her. She pushed him off. “ I'm not going to eat you. I am going to fatten you up though. Don't you think it would improve your figure, make you a little less bony?”
“Ew no. Why would I want to be fat?”
“All girls want to be fat, deep down inside. Fat is beautiful. Now, eat your lasagna.”
“No! What are you gonna do? I'm not afraid of you.”
“I see. I wanted to do this the pleasant way, but you leave me no choice,” he said, unlocking Kath's chains from the wall. He took her out, leaving Mara alone in the cell.
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“What did you do to Kath! Come on, answer me!”
“She's hooked up to my sole and great invention, the feeding machine.”
“Feeding machine! You're sick, you know that. Sick!”
“Come, my dear,” Mara fought him. Then he injected her with the hypo, and everything went black.
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Mara blinked her eyes, and the haze disappeared. She tried to yell, but her mouth wouldn't work. The only thing she knew was that she had an incredible sensation of fullness. Then she realized that she was strapped into a chair. There was a thick white tube in her mouth. She tried to wipe the fluid from the corner of her mouth, but her arms were strapped securely. She twisted her head to find Kath in the same position. For many minutes she did not move, although she could not tell exactly how many. Thoughts raced through her head. The drive to meet their boyfriends, the scenic sunset, the prison cell. Finally the man appeared and took the tube out of her mouth.
“You freak! What is this shit! When my boyfriend finds out, and the police, and the media, you're gonna be dead. They're gonna kill you!”
“Easy, Mara. This is my feeding machine. The fluid is Feedmax B. Feedmax A was rather a failure. But B is the perfect fluid. Easily absorbed, loaded with calories, it even contains a synthetic complex of hormones which promote weight gain, hunger, and passivity. Look down.” Mara looked at her belly. It was slightly swollen. She screamed. The man caressed her belly. “Oh, its going to get much, much bigger.” He traced his hand down her thighs, all the way to her knees. Mara grimaced with pain.
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“I can't believe this,” said Mara. “I don't want to be fat!”
“Look at me,” said Kath. She had the slightest bulge around her midsection. “He says I have a natural talent for getting fat. Oh, I don't want to think about it.”
“Hey girls, it's feeding time again. Now come with me, or you'll get the hypo again.”
“Feeding time? Didn't you just feed us?” asked Kath.
“I'm going to have to feed you often, if you want to get big and round.”
“But we don't want to!” yelled Mara.
“Sure you do, deep down inside I know you want to.” He dragged Kath by the arm. She followed limply. Mara fought him, and he sedated her again. Every feeding period was the same, until Mara gave in and started to come with him.
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“Look at this!” yelled Kath, holding her belly. It hung over the front of her pants. “I'll never wear a bikini again.”
“There's got to be some way to escape,” said Mara. “Maybe he keeps the keys in one of his pockets.” The next time she was being dragged to the feeding room, Mara surreptitious touched the man's pockets.
“Naughty girl! Good thing I don't keep my keys in there. Anyway, the punishment for being naughty is an extra feeding session,” said the man, smiling.
After two weeks, Mara and Kath were bulging out of their old clothes. The man led them out of their cell and down a hallway.
“This is the girl's room. It's for you two.” He showed them a room with pink painted walls, two large beds, dressers, tv, and the like. “Look, the dressers are full of bigger clothes,” he said, pulling open one of the drawers. “If you're good, I'll let you stay here.”
Mara sat down on one of the beds. She eyed it strangely. She looked at the steel reinforced frame underneath. “Aren't these beds a little big?” The mad laughed as he left.
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“I can't believe we thought we were fat last week,” said Kath, flipping through the channels. Her belly hung between her legs as she sat on the bed. “I wonder when he's gonna stop.” As she continued flipping, the girls were suddenly riveted to the television. Jerry Springer was on, making fun of “Fat people who think they're all that” He was lampooning a morbidly obese woman whose body overflowed her chair.
Mara burst into tears. “He's gonna make us look like that...” she sniffed.
“Oh god, I'm sure he'll stop before then. No one could be attracted to that,” said Kath.
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“You've been getting prettier every day. How about a kiss,” he said to Mara, leaning in. Mara reeled away. He locked her manacles to the wall. “Now Kath, how about a kiss? Don't make me hurt you.” Kath slumped weakly, and the man began to kiss her and fondle her belly. She started to resist as he unbuttoned her jeans, but he pushed her down and undid them. Kath closed her eyes and sobbed mildly the entire time he raped her.
Kath didn't talk the entire next day. She walked to the feeding room as soon as the man entered, without any resistance. While she was in the feeding room, he approached Mara.
“Come on, don't you like me? You need a man in your life. I'm very attracted to you, now that you're so chubby.”
“Get away, you creep. You can sedate me all you want, but you're crazy if you think you can make me like you.” The man sedated Mara, then raped her.
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As she sunk into a depression, speaking rarely, Kath continued to gain weight. The madman gradually increased the intensity of her feeding sessions. She had a thick layer of fatness encircling her whole midsection. Her belly was now divided into two giant rolls. The madman sunk his hands deep into the flabbiness of her ass when he used her. Mara tried desperately to thwart the madman. When she was alone being feed, she forced the fluid out and drooled it down the corner of her mouth. She struggled in vain to find a key or an open door. Though not as fat as Kath, she too was enormous, with a huge gut hanging over her massive thighs, and big chubby arms rippled with folds.
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“It's Friday night! Time for fun. Here look, I brought you all the movies that girls like. When Harry Met Sally, Pretty Woman, Sleepless in Seattle...”
“You asshole!” yelled Mara. “We hate those movies! Get a life!”
The madman watched the movies with them. He insisted on being smushed in between the girls, and he stroked them softly in the dim movie light. When he left, Mara began crying. They were at the end of Pretty Woman.
“Kath, I have to tell you,” she sobbed. “I really do love these movies. I just wanted him to feel bad.”
“I know, me too.”
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Soon Mara and Kath had gained so much weight that they stopped moving around so much. They mostly watched tv, read the books that the madman gave them, or slept. The madman forced them to wear bikinis all day so he could see their constantly increasing fatness. He decided that they were too fat escape, so he left them unchained. They were too fat to fit through most of the doors. As the girls became less belligerent, he began to supplement their feeding sessions with real food. Kath spoke little and seemed almost happy to go to the feeding room. Mara still resisted, but it was futile. Her belly hung halfway down to her knees, and her ass was big enough to fill a small couch. As she walked glumly towards the feeding room, he entire body undulated with every step. She even let the madman rape her without being sedated, though she cursed him under her breath.
“I can't wait until you're as big as Lissette,” he said.
“Lissette?” Mara asked.
“Oh, she was my first girlfriend,” said the madman. Here, I'll show you a pic. He pulled a picture out of his wallet. It showed a young girl, fat enough to be immobile, lying on the same bed. She has a sad smile on her face.
“What happened to her?” asked Mara, trembling.
“Oh, she got too fat. Then, I had to get another girlfriend. I was lucky enough to find two,” he said, hugging Mara. Mara sat there, dazed.
Each day, Kath struggled to get out of bed to go to the feeding room. Her enormous gut hanging in front of her thighs and the fat piled on her hips make walking difficult. She waddled into the feeding room with considerable difficulty. Finally, Kath became too fat to walk there. The madman brought a portable feeding apparatus into the room to feed her.
“Kath, we've got to figure something out,” Mara said after he left. “He told me about the last girl he captured. He fattened her up until she died. Don't you understand, we're gonna die here if we don't escape, and he'll capture someone else.” Kath just sat there, her eyes glazed over. Mara waited until after the second feeding session, after which the madman was usually busy for a few hours. She struggled out of bed and made her way down the hall. She found a door unlocked and opened it, seeing sunshine and feeling fresh air. She tried to move through the doorway, but was far too fat. No matter how much she tried to suck in her belly or push her folds through, she couldn't make it. Discouraged, she returned to the girls' room. She cried on her bed until she had an idea.
When the madman returned, Mara asked him for bacon.
“Tons of it. And a big barrel of bacon grease. You can slather it all over my fat belly, and we can make love.” The madman trembled with lust. He was too entranced to ponder her sudden change of heart. He came back soon with all the ingredients. Though she was disgusted beyond belief, Mara played along as well as possible, letting him feed her strips of bacon, rubbing grease all over her breasts and into the folds of her gut, letting the grease pool in her deep belly button. At last it ended. The barrel of grease lay half-empty at the foot of her bed.
Mara waited for the interval in which the madman was busy.
“Kath, I found an exit. It's too small for us to fit through, but we can use this grease to lube our bodies. Come on, let's go before he comes back.”
“Mara, look how fat I am. I can barely move. I just don't want to live anymore.”
“You're still beautiful, Kath. You're beautiful at any weight.” She caressed Kath's face with both of her hands. “You are a beautiful woman, and we're going to get through this. Come on, get up.”
Kath struggled to move. The time she had been immobile made her muscles weak. She rocked her massive body back and forth, trying to gain some momentum.
“Come on Kath, you can do it!” yelled Mara.
Finally Kath rose to her feet. Her enormous gut hung all the way to her knees. She was breathing heavily and sweating.
“Now for the bacon grease.” Mara cupped her hands as she dipped them into the barrel. Kath was teetering, her belly expanding and contracting as she struggled to gain her breath. Mara slathered the bacon grease all over Kath's body, into every fold, on her butt and breasts. Then she covered herself. Slowly, Kath put one leg forward, pushing her belly out of the way, then another. But the effort weakened her considerably. Soon she was crawling through the hall, her belly rubbing against the floor. Mara was helping her along as best she could, trying to keep her own huge belly out of the way.
“Come on, sweetie,” she said, grabbing Kath's arm. Her fingers sunk into the flabby flesh as she pulled Kath to her feet. They ambled through the hall and towards the door. Mara pushed it open. “Sunlight!”
Mara sucked in her enormous belly and wedged herself through the door. Aided by the bacon grease, she slid out of the doorway. She pulled Kath, but even covered in grease, she could not fit through. She was stuck in between. “Come on, suck it in,” she yelled,
“I can't. Mara, I'm just too fat. You'll have to go on without me.”
“The madman could come back any minute,” said Mara. “There's no telling what he might do to you when he finds out I've escaped. Come on.”
Groaning with effort, Kath pushed with her massive legs. Her monstrous gut was wedged against the door frame. She was hyperventilating and covered in sweat. Mara pulled even harder. Kath closed her eyes, about to pass out. But suddenly she felt her second wind, and she pushed mightily. Tearing her huge bikini bottom on the doorframe, Kath forced her immense body through the doorway.
“Oh Kath, we did it!” yelled Mara.
“Oh, oh god, give me a sec...” Kath trailed off. Too weak to lift her head up, she vomited an enormous torrent of feeder fluid all over herself. It ran down her chin all over her belly, then dripped onto the ground. Mara stuck her head under Kath's flabby arm to support her.
“At least it's downhill,” she said. They stumbled slowly down towards the road, with Kath looking more and more faint every minute. Finally they reached the side of the road. They sat down to rest and wait for a car, fearing every moment that the madman would appear to drag them back.
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Mara jumped onto the roadway and began yelling. The Geo Metro stopped.
“What? Are you guys hitchhikers?” asked the driver as he rolled down his window. He carefully looked over their enormous bodies, in their bikinis, covered in grease and filth.
“We're the girls that went missing last year!” yelled Mara. “We were captured by a madman, who made us gain all this weight with a feeding machine. You've got to help us.” The driver was astounded. He did remember the search, which had been a huge media event.
“Of course I'll help you. But I don't think even one of you will fit in this car,” he said, looking over the small dimensions of his Geo Metro. “I'll call the police.”
“Call 911 too,” said Mara. “I think Kath is sick. And watch out for madman. He could be here any minute. He's dangerous.”
“Hi. I've found the missing girls. From that thing on the news. Yes, I'm sure. No, not bodies, they're alive. The guy that captured them, they say he's dangerous. Yeah, you're gonna need a huge truck. Also can you get an ambulance. Yeah, Deer Point Road, about seven miles from Route 6.”
They waited patiently, keeping an eye on Kath.
“I'm Dave,” said the motorist. “God, it must have been horrible what he did to you.”
“Mara,” said Mara. “It's short for Marabou.” She was crying. Dave put his arm around her filthy, bacon grease-encrusted body.
“He raped us. He made us do such disgusting things. I...I thought I was going to die there, in that house. Thank you.” Mara began to compose herself. Soon the police and paramedics arrived. Mara told them the story.
“God damn!” said the lieutenant. “That is one strange story. Well I do recognize your face from the papers, even if you are a little...different. You girls are very brave.” He talked into his phone. “Yeah, we're gonna need a full team to check out the house on Deer Point. Detectives, CSI, all that. Don't let a word of this get to the media until we're ready with a press release. Thanks, Don.” He shut his phone. “Alright, we're gonna have to get that big girl into the ambulance.” He motioned to the paramedics. “Do you need a hand?” Though they had been apprised of the situation, they were not prepared for exactly how fat Kath was. The four paramedics, the police officers, Mara, and Dave all worked to pull Kath into the ambulance. Each person grabbed a flabby handful of Kath's body. Using a ramp and some slides, they finally pushed and pulled her colossally fat body into the ambulance, where it took up nearly the entire back space. The paramedics gave her oxygen, and the ambulance sped off.
The lieutenant wanted to get another ambulance for Mara, but she insisted that she was okay. He insisted that she go to the hospital, at least to get checked out and to have some rest. He helped Mara into the back seat of the police SUV. She barely fit. Her huge gut pressed against the back of the front seat, and her filthy body left grease and dirt all over the backseat. The lieutenant sent them off to the hospital, then turned towards the house. Guns drawn, with two officers flanking him, they rushed up the hill to the house.
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“Oh girls, I brought you some nice things to eat,” said the madman, carrying a tray of cream puffs and chocolate chip cookies.
“Freeze!” yelled the lieutenant. The madman threw the tray of desserts at the policemen, but the lieutenant deflected it with his arm. He ran towards the madman and cracked him in the skull with the butt of his pistol. The madman crumpled to the ground, and the lieutenant cuffed him. “Let's get this bastard to headquarters.”
They carried the madman back towards the road, where there were five more squad cars, a SWAT team, and a black Mercedes-Benz sedan. The county prosecutor stepped out of the Mercedes.
“You sick fuck,” he said, affixing a prisoner bag over the madman's head, who was barely conscious. “We're sending you where there are no fat girls. No girls at all,” he said, using his foot to crush the madman into the back seat. He turned to the assistant prosecutor. “I bet they'll make a tv movie out of this one.”