End: Lois Is Too Weak To Escape

As soon as Blaze's footsteps had faded, Lois Lane set about trying to make her escape. Her overloaded stomach from the massive meal made her feel heavy and sluggish, but she braced her feet against the floor and tried to straighten her legs. It was unpleasant work...the tube was flexible, so it didn't pierce her esophagus or lungs as she feared, but every inch she raised meant another link of iron chain that went slack, adding weight she would have to lift.

The reporter was on her toes, arms stretched above her as far as she could reach. It would take another foot to get the iron chain above the hook that held it. Lois settled onto her feels for a moment, breathing heavily...and eyed the walls next to her. They were close enough that if she braced herself against them...then maybe...

Lois reached out. The chain wasn't long enough for her touch both walls at once with her hands. But if she used her feet...

Grabbing onto the chain to balance herself, the naked reporter pressed her right foot against the wall...then her left foot against the opposite wall. Stomach roiling, tasting bile in her throat, she struggled to lift herself up. For half a second she had it...then her foot slipped, and Lois fell down. Unable to pant around the tube in her throat, Lois breathed heavily through her nose. She took a moment to rest...and then planted her right foot against the wall, and tried again...

There was no clock, no sunlight, no way to tell the time. Lois didn't bother to keep track of her attempts. Sometimes she could hold it for a second, only to slip when she struggled to raise her feet further. Her biceps burned from holding herself up by the chains, to try and keep herself from slipping back into her seat. Time after time, the reporter slipped, falling back down, her feet scraping against stone, the muscles in her thighs and arms screaming at her. Lois could feel a terrible urgency, the need to escape, but her stomach was a roiling ball of pain as her heavy meal struggled to digest...and eventually Lois found herself back where she started, sweaty and sore.

If only I wasn't so heavy after that meal...or had better leverage! Lois thought. Pullups at the gym aren't this hard!

Lois was still thinking that when she felt the hose shake. Her eyes crossed as she saw a dark slime flow down through the transparent tube. The naked reporter's heart sank as she realized what it was...the first of her pureed meals. The reporter's stomach, already full, began to feel over-full as the almost-liquid food oozed in, filling the gaps and spaces...stretching her poor stomach out until Lois felt even heavier. Tears came to the reporter's eyes as she tried to bite down on the tube, to prevent any more food from getting into her body.

Yet it was pointless. The reporter's jaw ached, but she couldn't crimp the tube enough to prevent the food from flowing in. Lois sagged in her seat, feeling the abyss beneath her ass, waiting for her first meal to pass through her...and she knew that before it did, her second meal would be processing...and her third filling her gullet. Hot tears rained down on the reporter's breasts as she realized how thoroughly trapped she was. Too heavy to escape...and she was just going to get heavier and heavier, fat building up on her body, days spent getting ****-fed like a goose to the slaughter...

Somewhere, dawn came over Metropolis. It would be a few days before anyone noticed that Lois Lane had not shown up for work. A week or two before her family realized she hadn't called, that her mail was piling up in her box. A month before her landlord sent a notice that her rent was overdue...and by the time anyone thought to actually look for the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, and realized that she had gone for a night out and never come back...it would be far, far too late.