Fiber Optic Invasions of Privacy - Chapter 4

Employee 127 comes home from work to find a new prospect awaiting him... contains weight gain, humiliation and some gas! 

Written by the wonderful Rabidbadger writing, illustrated by me!

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The ferret looked dead inside, but nobody much noticed. Such was the fate of retail workers. Having spent six hours stocking shelves of things he couldn't afford on his pay in a space port full of people who were vacationing on the planet below which he'd never set foot on he could hardly be anything else. Six hours of listening to people ask him where to find things when there were kiosks for it and he didn't know anyway, screaming at him half the time and dismissing him as a non-entity the other half. The little store uniform he had had his name printed across the jumpsuit, Fredrick, but nobody ever called him that inside the store. It was either 'you' or 'hey, employee' or it was his boss calling him by his employee number. The whole thing was disheartening enough that, as the brown and cream furred mustelid held his hand up to the scanner by the employee entrance (far away from where any wealthy customers could see him) he wondered if he was going to start thinking of himself as 'E-127' someday.

Stepping out onto the corrugated metal walkways behind the shop, Fredrick looked up into the 'sky' and saw the faint shimmer of the energy fields that kept the station's atmosphere from being blown out into the void beyond. It obscured some of the stars, gave them a blurred light through glass effect that was beautiful in its own way, and it made the lavender and green sphere dominating most of the view a little more magical in appearance. Not that the ferret ever expected to go there. Not on his pay.

“Probably ruin the magic to actually go there anyway.”

Exhaling, the ferret took the chance to kick a small sign for the shop he worked at that sat in the alley behind it trying to entice people to go around to the front doors. He had no idea why it was there, nobody in the alleys and maintenance paths of the station would ever have the money to go into a souvenir shop for this place. It seemed like a needless thing for it to even exist, as if its only purpose was to remind the employees of places they couldn't be. Which might be the whole point, the ferret pessimistically reasoned. Frederick gave it another kick for good measure and then set off to go wait on the next automated tram car back to the worker housing units.

It wasn't a long trip, but it felt shorter still. The ferret had, over years dealing with this holding pattern of a job, learned the secrets of not thinking. At all. It allowed him to opt out of actually experiencing large portions of his day and that seemed like a good deal more often than not these days. Frederick didn't come back to himself until he was standing in front of his apartment's door, holding his hand up to the scanner and letting it read the chip inside. It buzzed angrily twice, like it always did, before he gave it a quick smack and on the next try worked. A much softer 'ping' and then a quick hiss as the door slid open and then promptly closed again behind him, followed by a click of the timed lock. It wouldn't open again until the next morning unless an emergency happened, which was a situation that had caused a lot of protests once upon a time. It had also gotten a nasty response from the company's union buster lawyers and station security with predictable results. Frederick didn't think about it much anymore, or much of anything really. The ferret just wanted to sit down, shower maybe, eat something and then-

You have [three] messages, employee E-127.

Frederick let out a resigned exhale and a grunt, shedding the top half of his jumpsuit and shaking his head as he reached over to tap on the message panel on the wall. The whole of his quarters were small, barely enough room to stretch his arms side to side. Just a bed that folded out of the wall, a closet, a standing shower, and a 'luxuries' wall opposite the door that included food construction and delivery and a view screen for entertainment. Or for messages. Which it would blink and beep about incessantly if they came from the company, and almost all of them did. One brush of the fingers would start playback, during which time Frederick started peeling the rest of his jumpsuit off in anticipation of finally getting to shower. The first of his two (sometimes three) real pleasures of the day.

Message one. This message is to inform you that Jassar Corp has been purchased and is now a subsidiary of Ve-An Interests. Changes to  your employee contract can be viewed here. Tap once to accept, press and hold to have the document read aloud to you.

The ferret stuck a finger on the screen and held it thre.

Page one of eighty-seven. Persistent to the interests of the co-owners of Ve-An-

And then promptly began tapping furiously until the machine shut up.

Accepted. Message two. You have been selected to participate in a random survey of new products. Three constructor codes have been delivered to your luxuries distributor. Your reaction to these new products will be valuable information for our company.

Squinting, the ferret looked at the wall panel with the food delivery/construction system and sure enough there were three flashing icons at the top of the list of options.

You will have free access to these until the trial period ends. Please voice your reactions, the recordings will be accepted as your verified testimony. Consumption implies consent.

Frederick blinked slowly at that. New ownership and free food? That seemed like something out of a dream. The ferret reached out and touched the controls to summon the food, watching as a printer began constructing the morsels rapidly before his eyes.

Message three downloading attachment. Twelve percent complete.

The machine made fast progress. Moments in there was a stack of donuts coated in chocolate and visibly overstuffed with something pale and creamy sitting next to a pile of what looked like bacon and coupled with a very large drink which could only be some kind of coffee concoction that was heavily mixed with creams, sugars, and smelled of spices and caramel. The ferret blinked slowly, disbelieving at first, having not seen anything so indulgent in years. Not that he wasn't serving to someone else anyway. The phrase 'consumption implies consent' was still fresh in his ears and seemed worrisome, but after years of simple bland food there was no meaningful resistance left in Frederick.

“...Screw it. Consent given.”

Starting with the donuts, the ferret plucked one up and bit in. The filling tasted a bit like a whipped sort of cream cheese or a slightly less solid cheesecake. Perhaps he had, as a child, had something indulgent to that degree before but Frederick certainly couldn't recall anything in his adult life comparing. The pastry left him tingling all over, feeling hot under his skin and embarrassed for being so thoroughly ravenous with the rest of it. All it took was moments for the treat to be reduced to a thin coating of filling and chocolate coating on the ferret's fingers. Normally a fastidious creature, the ferret was seized with a ravenous need to keep eating. To keep indulging himself. One that was far more important than cleanliness.

Plucking up the next of the donuts and a handful of bacon, Frederick stuffed two strips into one side of his mouth and a messy heap of fried dough and creamy filling into the other. Haphazard and messy though it was the face full of salty, savory, and truly intense sweet had wiped all other concerns from the ferret's mind.

Message three downloading attachment. Twenty-one percent complete.

Frederick had stuck the bacon on top of the donut for the second half of it, chewing his way through wantonly when he finally reached for the drink and let its chocolate caramel coffee cream alchemy work itself through the rest of the delights in his face. Part of him knew he ought to be slowing down and asking questions, but that part had no control to speak of. Every inch of the ferret felt saturated with relief and delight, and with an aching need for more. Whatever the mix was it left Frederick feeling hot all through himself, right down to being a but curiously aroused, and sweating a bit. That voice telling him to worry tried again to make headway about this being worrisome abut despite the sudden heat inside and sense of heaviness in his stomach Frederick didn't stop until he'd drained the entire cup of its contents. After which he set the container back on the auto-kitchen and tried to catch his breath.

“F-fuck, dunno what that exactly was but it was g- huurphhhb good! I shouldn't want more already but, but...”

Message three downloading attachment. Twenty-nine percent complete.

A soft 'ping' matched up to a flashing message saying 'testament recorded – compensation distributed' which would've been very interesting had the ridiculous breakfast shake not refilled itself promptly. With his gut still feeling like a fuzzy brick glued to his stomach Frederick snatched up the thing again and once more started draining it. Eating became a secondary priority soon after that. The drink was gone again by the time he got around to finishing what he'd started with the donut and bacon.

Feeling a fresh churning in his middle, the ferret put a hand down to his belly to rub at the seething reservoir while the machine at his side kept reproducing everything he ate. Immediately afterward he froze up and looked down, his hand was clutching a little pillowy mound of fur and squishy padding. That and a tightly full belly, at least briefly. As it rumbled Frederick could feel himself grow less full and he swore he saw himself get a bit thicker around the middle. A bit, then a lot. As if the whole thing was operating on a slight delay, it spread further while he watched. Overflowing into his hand, between his fingers, and starting to spill out across his waist. It was a horrifying and mystifying sight to behold, one he couldn't stop staring at, at least until the bubbling crackle of sucking on an empty straw pulled him out of it.

Once more the drink was empty. In a strange mix of habit and panic Frederick put the thing down, pushed it away from himself, and right back onto the device that saw it refilled. The ferret stood up and then froze as his rump opened up in a burst of pressure loud enough that he wondered if his neighbors heard it. Enough to cause a cold wash of embarrassment to batter at what little concentration he had left. No complaints came ringing through the walls, but just as he was feeling relief about that Frederick's stomach gave another loud growl and his anxiety surged again.

He wanted more. He needed more.

Message three downloading attachment. Thirty-seven percent complete.

Another howl from inside Frederick sounded, along with a body wide clench. He had, for a few moments, kept growing fatter while he stood there and asked himself if there was a way to shut down his apartment's systems. Unfortunately he didn't remember any way to do that, at least none disclosed to the occupants, and while he'd stopped growing fatter just after developing love handles the ferret found this quickly turned the snarling of his gut into a genuine hunger pang. A painful, protracted one. For a moment Frederick felt quite like something was seriously wrong inside him as he doubled over and gasped, waiting for the spike in his side to recede. It did pass though, leaving him feeling hollow and ravenous.
The smell of the bacon and cream and chocolate crept into his head and took root, demanding Frederick eat and circumstances be damned. His hands were seized by something older in his brain than the parts that thought and reasoned, something that demanded he do this now because it had to happen. He had to stuff his face full of cream cheese filling and bacon and guzzle down another mass of super sweet caffeine. No amount of trying to think 'no, stop' at his body did any good, and as soon as he was saturating his senses with actual sugar again, to say nothing of spiced and fried pork, even those feeble mental protests were half-hearted.

The ferret half collapsed onto his bed as he folded it out, lining it up with the food alcove and shaking gently as he chewed through the constantly renewing treats as fast as his body was able. He could still feel himself growing heavier, spreading out wider each bite, but that one moment of surrender had been all it had taken.

Message three downloading attachment. Fifty-one percent complete.

Having laid on his side, Frederick had convenient access to his swollen middle as he indulged again. Helplessly. Wantonly. The ferret curled in on himself a little only to find his legs pressing up against a dangling belly and his chest starting to thicken up into visible moobs. All of him was fluffier, wobbling a little when he squirmed and whimpered and consumed. The ferret had started making a mess of things as his gluttony became increasingly haphazard. Hands covered in sweet, sticky frosting and filling. Crumbs of bacon all around his face. Dribbles of cafe indulgence all down his chin. Frederick shuddered and moaned quietly as he felt that screaming need in his brain answered. Not that it was satisfied, not even as he poured in more and felt his ass touch the side of his confined little abode while his belly crept out along his bed like a mudslide. It just quieted the screaming for the moment, and only as long as he kept drinking at every possible opportunity.

As if it felt the need to add insult to injury, the bit of relaxation the ferret was able to attain by surrendering left his backside bellowing out into the small space he had over and over again. It kept happening, a byproduct of his body growing and tearing through food so quickly. The air filters in the space kept things fairly breathable but as Frederick's bed started to creak and his body swelled wide enough that he felt himself touching both walls at once the eruptions just kept growing more frequent. He had sorted out that the drinks were doing the worst of it, they seemed to be what his body was screaming for more of and they triggered the food to start its absurdly rapid digestion. The stuff had already taken him from slender station worker to looking (and smelling) like a slovenly obese long-haul spacer. Frederick guessed he'd doubled his weight, and change, in the last few minutes and he could still feel himself getting fatter.

That feeling was a hellishly embarrassing thing. It was what he imagined sticking your hands in a bucket of grease felt like, but happening under his skin and around his entire body. The ferret writhed and tried to ignore his body, his mind, finding pieces of this insanity arousing but he couldn't help that any more than he could his hunger. It left Frederick curling a little tighter where he lay and rubbing his gut harder. More and more the ferret found himself feeling stuffed full even while his body seeded itself with blubber, bloated and thick and trying his best to deny how far gone he was. To deny that he''d spent the last three refills rock hard but buried between two pillowy tree trunk thighs and the pudding filled garbage bag his stomach resembled. Even the fact that his manhood was being sucked inexorably into a steadily thickening mound of flab on his crotch was just making everything a bit hotter.

Message three downloading attachment. Eighty-seven percent complete.

Shuddering as another rampant storm of pressure escaped his swollen butt, Frederick let another piece of his resistance crumble inside. He whimpered weakly through his breath, absently groping at his chest and finding his moobs too generous to get his hands around. They bunched up now when he reached for fresh food, starting to make sandwiches of the donuts and bacon. At some point the machine clearly realized getting refills all the time was inefficient as well and just set up a steadily restoring cup of the stuff with a bendy straw that went down to Frederick's face while he rested.

Frederick's sides pressed tighter into the edges of his tiny apartment, thick folds of lard wrapped in fur spreading out and flattening against the walls and far too heavy for him to get up with. The sheer weight of himself was terrifying and intoxicating all at once, Frederick knew he was growing toward a critical mass of some sort but couldn't convince himself to do anything but wait for it and grow.

Message three download complete. Welcome, Ve-An employee! Your sense-thrall status has been finalized and your job description has been adjusted as follows. Former responsibilities: Cancelled. New responsibilities: High intensity pleasure and addiction satiation regimen. Five year mandatory contract at two times previous salary.

A curious murmur worked itself out of the ferret as he looked up and tried to wrap his head around what was being said, but he felt drunk almost. Sluggish, horny, humiliated, hungry – too many things at once.

All medical and housing needs will be catered to by Ve-An Interests. Your designated dwelling is scheduled for relocation in four minutes. Ve-An Interests are not responsible for any long-term chronic metabolic alterations or catastrophic mobility loss. Employees may be subject to compulsory contract extensions at the end of their terms. Ve-An Interests thanks you for your participation, employee E-127!

Off in the distance, Frederick felt like he could hear something approaching. Something big enough to vibrate the floor a little as it approached. Either that or his ass was seeing to the vibrations, the ferret could only spare so much attention for it. All those words had seemed meaningful and important, and kind of dire if he thought about it hard enough, but he was having an increasingly difficult time focusing on anything other than gratifying his need to feed himself at the moment. Besides, he was pretty sure he'd heard 'pay increase' in there somewhere, and even 'benefits' or something similar to it. Those were either signs that he was definitely dreaming or that he'd stumbled into some mysterious wellspring of actual improvements in his life.

Besides, Frederick thought, he was definitely too fat to get into his old uniform and go back to serving customers now, and that thought made him happier than anything being stuffed into his face ever could.