Slowly, Stacey began to wake. It must have been some night out, last thing she remembered was walking out her front door ready to hit the clubs. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she gathered herself up in the sheets of the bed and looked around. The walls and floor were metal, the only furniture was the bed she was currently laying on, stark white with an almost medical feel. Most concerning of all though, she couldn’t see a door.

“Uh…hello?” She called, “Is this like, some new modern living thing? ‘Cause it really ain’t my style.”

She must have gone home with some artsy type last night, not usually her type but on well.

Groggily she swung her legs over the side of the bed and realised she was still fully clothed in the strapless mini dress and heels she’d put on the evening before. That was odd; if she’d slept with somebody this wasn’t the outfit to do it, the straps laced halfway up her legs and the dress was made of an uncompromising leather. To her horror she realised the already tight dress was now painfully digging into her skin slightly. She had to get to the gym, the last thing she needed was to get fat! Surely the dress hadn’t been that tight when she put it on though…

Putting it out of her mind she started to run her fingers along the wall, looking for the seam that would surely indicate a doorway.

“So, this place is totally fun and all but FYI it’s rude to let a girl wake up on her own!”

It took less than a minute to make the full journey around the mostly empty room and the walls were totally smooth, not a crack or seam to be found. Stacey was getting annoyed now, not only had whoever brought her here left her alone now they were ignoring her. If there was one thing Stacey could not stand, it was being ignored.

All a girl really needed to succeed in life was a pretty face and a pair of DDs in a low-cut shirt. Both of which Stacey had. When she’d flunked out of college her teachers had said she would need to be more than just a pretty face to survive in the real world, how wrong they were. All she had to do was take a picture and post it online and the adoration came pouring in. She didn’t care of people called her a blonde bimbo, no she embraced it. She spent all day, every day wearing pretty clothes and having men fawn over her perfect body, online and in person. Thanks to the wonders of social media, she was never wanting for company or compliments.

Except now.

She pouted, stomping a heeled foot down.

“If you want to sleep with me, you’re totally ruining your chances!”

Still nothing.

Crossing her arms, she sat back down on the bed in a huff and spent the next few minutes fuming at the audacity before it occurred to her. What if she had become the victim of some perverted kidnapper? Was there some sort of two-way mirror hidden in the walls or a secret camera spying on her?

“Is this some sort of joke you sicko?” She yelled, “Trapping me in here, I bet you’ve got some creepy camera hidden to watch me, huh?”

She had become so accustomed to the silence she jumped when a static seemed to filter in from the walls themselves, followed by a voice.

“You are Stacey. You are a human female. Age 22.7.”

“Uh, yeah?” She rolled her eyes, was this her kidnapper’s idea of being creepy? He read her online profile. Big deal.

“We have been watching Earth’s females for some time now and have decided you shall be the ones to save our species.”

“Um…what?”

A seam appeared in the wall before it slid back revealed a huge, flabby face behind a glass screen. Fat rolls and a mask with what appeared to be a speaker concealed much about her captor’s face, save his eyes. Multifaceted and reflected like that of some kind of insect.

“A plague has killed my species females. We must find a compatible species with which to form a new race. You have been chosen as the first test subject.”

“Fuck, no!”

She backed up until she was on the other side of the room. Stacey had already decided she would never risk her figure for some baby, she sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck this thing. Not even if it meant she stayed in this room forever.

“Do not be concerned. I have already started to change your hideous body first, so that you can accommodate my young. I have researched your mating techniques and have devised a machine to make the process pleasurable for you.”

Wait, did he say hideous? That more than anything enraged her, overriding her confusion and fear.

“Honey,” she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, “Clearly those bug eyes of yours are damaged because I am anything but hideous.”

She stood, placing a hand on her hip, pushing out her chest to show off her curvaceous body.

“My observations show you intellect is not high. This is unimportant.”

With that her captor stepped away with heavy footfalls and the panel slid back into place. The wall smoothing over leaving no trace that it had even been there at all.

~

Hours passed before anything else occurred. Stacey had been checking the walls for the hundredth time when a tiny panel in the floor opened up and a tray appeared. It contained a bowl of what looked like oatmeal and Stacey scrunched up her nose at it. She had no idea how long she’d been here at this point and her stomach was beginning to grumble, but that slop was anything but appealing.

“You must eat.” Came the voice of her captor, “The drugs in the air can only aid in your transformation so much.”

“Drugs?” She instinctively held her breath, only to realise she couldn’t just stop breathing.

“They have helped enlarge you, but the food will help activate the chemicals in your system.”

“Uh, how ’bout no?” She refused to get any fatter.

A crackle of static was her only response and Stacey smiled at her clever comeback. That’d show him.

She felt less confident a few minutes later when her stomach began to ache. Were those drugs in the air making her hungrier or was it just her imagination? Her conviction wavered as she eyed the gruel. She was so hungry…but how could she eat that slop? She was used to rich men buying her lobsters at the finest restaurants, she was used to quality, dammit! And she really, really, didn’t want to get fat like that insect man said she would.

Just a little bit wouldn’t hurt though, right? Just enough to stop her stomach rumbling and then she could stop.

Tentatively she slid down onto her knees in front of the bowl. He hadn’t even given her a spoon. With a grimace she took a finger and swirled into the gruel, coating it and then popping it into her mouth. To her utter shock it tasted…good. Really good, sweet but not sickly and so silky smooth, it was effortless to eat. Without realising she found herself eagerly licking her finger clean and placing it back in for more. Somehow, despite the mouthfuls of food she felt even hungrier than before, the emptiness in her stomach seemed to twist and desperate to fill it Stacey reached her full hand in and stuffed her mouth full of the gruel. And then again. And again. Losing herself in hunger all of a sudden Stacey realised that she was scraping the bottom of the bowl, lifting it to her face and licking it clean, she’d devoured the whole thing and yet she still felt the hunger within her.

It wasn’t just her stomach that was aching either. The leather straps around her ankles and legs were straining against her flesh. She looked down in horror to see that her once think ankles were cubby, barely contained within the straps crisscrossing up her legs. Her dress likewise was straining now, her arse and breasts stretching the material to its limit. Seams were beginning to rip at her hips and sides.

How? How could she be growing so fast? Her alien kidnapper had said something about drugs and the food but she’d thought it would take time!

“You are still hungry.” Came the voice, “Eat.”

Another bowl appeared and a pang of hunger went through her. She didn’t care anymore, she leapt upon it with both hands, shovelling the warm gruel into her mouth as fast as she could. She could feel the straps around her ankles begin to snap as she expanded, the sound of ripping material reached her ears and for a moment she came back to herself. She scrambled backwards looking down at her rapidly swelling flesh with shock, unable to do anything but watch as her dress ripped open and the straps of her heels broke under the strain. Her bra and panties were already stretched so thin they were practically translucent.

Stacey stared down at her new body, her once perfectly toned stomach was now rotund, rolls of fat beginning to form as she continued to grow. At first, she felt horror at this transformation but then to her utter shock she realised arousal was present as well and rapidly growing. She could no longer see her panties, hidden behind the bulge of her stomach, but she could feel the wet patch forming on them.

“What the fuck have you done to me.” Her voice came out breathy and high pitched.

“I wished for this process to be as pleasurable for you as possible.” Her captors voice responded, “To that end I placed aphrodisiacs in your food.”

At the mention of food her stomach grumbled again but to her dismay the bowl was now empty. She hated how much she wanted more. At the very least she could try and distract herself and get rid of the ache that was now beginning between her legs. Desperate, she reached a now flabby arm between her legs only to groan with frustration, she couldn’t reach! Her stomach and hips were now so wide and her arms so fat they didn’t even make it close. Her bra finally gave, the hooks at the back tearing apart sending the article of clothing flying across the room. Stacey had always had a large chest but now her breasts were truly enormous. Her nipples fat and wide, they sat on her rounded belly, jiggling with her every breath.

“You are almost ready for insemination. I shall prepare the machine.”

Despite herself, a thrill went through her. More seams appeared in the walls as robotic arms reached for her. In vain she tried to stand only for her great bulk to weight her down. The arms clamped around her wrists and ankles, carrying her to the bed and holding her in place. She wriggled her body but found it impossible to break Free and despite everything the wetness between her legs was growing, she was so turned on she almost didn’t want to get away.

A tube appeared before her with a rubber nozzle dangling against her lips, that same substances from the bowls dripping from it. Without hesitation she took it into her mouth and began to suck and was immediately rewarded with more of her wonderful food. Her body responded almost instantly, swelling with even greater speed but she didn’t care.

The whirl of another mechanical arm could be heard from the foot of the bed, Stacey strained to see but couldn’t see over her ever-expanding breasts. A moment later though, she felt it. Something firm and warm pushing against her folds and into her. The tube muffled her moans and as she tried to grind her hips down further. She’d forgotten about her captor and his plans by now that she was overwhelmed with lust.

Her captor hadn’t been lying, he had wanted to make this as pleasurable for her as possible. Slowly the dildo began to thrust in and out, angled against her g-spot. Helpless in her new form Stacey gave in to the pleasure, if this is what her life was going to be like from now on well…

She could live with that.