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Chapter 9 by Moot Moot

What do the clown cops have in store for Vanessa?

They set it up while Vanessa endures hell

Vanessa was **** to endure the most horrific hour of her entire life. As the fattener pummeled the substance down her throat, she could already feel her body bloat. Tears fell down her face, ruining her makeup. She glanced at the clock, her heart sinking as it had only been 5 minutes.

Vanessa shuddered in complete fear when he stomach rumbled loudly. She had hoped it was just her body reacting to the awful stuff being fed into it. Her hopes were soon crushed, as she lost all feeling in her bladder and felt a large turd flop out of her butt and fall down a hole she'd been sitting on. A stream of piss followed, as the liquid clashing into a puddle echoed around the naughty street.

Vanessa couldn't believe she'd let that happen, she tried to hold it in as much as possible but she was powerless to stop herself from relieving her bladder right there and then. The more of the substance she consumed, the more frequent the peeing and pooping became. Vanessa sobbed into the tube, her eyes darting everywhere as she looked with horror for an escape.

While Vanessa was being fattened, the two clowns had set up what looked like a hair and makeup stand, with a chair facing a desk and mirror. They then disappeared for a while, leaving Vanessa to her horrors. Vanessa saw them leave, trying to shout through the tube for their help. It was ironic, she thought, only moments ago she didn't want to be anywhere near them, yet now she relied on them to get her out of this mess.

The hour finally went by. Vanessa was defeated, she gave up resisting and allowed her body to consume the foul liquid being pumped down her throat. The bucket inside her seat was practically filled to the brim with her piss and feces, it smelt foul. As soon as the timer hit zero, the two clowns were back.

They unstrapped a weak and broken Vanessa from the machine and dragged her onto the chair they'd set up for her earlier. Slowly regaining her senses, Vanessa checked herself for the damages. She wasn't hooked up to the fattener for too long, but she had noticeably gained weight. Her toned stomach was soft and plump, and she could feel her butt jiggle alot more. She wasn't chubby, but she was far from skinny.

"Just set me fucking free.." She mumbled, still recovering.

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