Title:           Catchpa: Blodate Capacity (Finished)
Author:          StallionStoryGuy
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/j3KrxdmP
First Edit:      Saturday 9th of August 2014 03:55:37 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 9th of August 2014 03:55:37 PM CDT

>That's just disgusting.
>Being so disgusting...
>Sentenced to a life of being so utterly, helplessly, fucking disgusting.
>As punishment for your earlier crimes and given food being so easy to grow.
>Immobile atop your jiggling flesh composing your belly.
>The insulation surrounding your body leaves you hot and sweating nearly 24/7.
>It acts almost like some kind of horrible gooey lubricant, spilling from every fold of your body, pooling in the cell, before draining.
>Regular feedings.
>Your vain attempts to meet the pace of the force feedings.
>They neglect to clean the food off of your body, when it spills.
>Every stain on your coat is mixed with several times the volume of sweat, smearing it into some horrible smelling concoction.
>Vestiges of your resistance, the spaghetti sauce smeared and dry tears around your eyes.
>You doubt they'll ever clean you at this rate.
>And the gas.
>Your belly will shift, gurgle, and groan beneath you.
>They stuff you with foods intended to swell you up like some kind of balloon.
>If you're not eating, talking or breathing; you're burping.
>But gas has two ways to escape.
>Your sick punishment takes sadistic care of the other end.
>Anytime your punishment specifies, you are to be plugged, your ponut straining under the pressure.
>The plug not budging a bit.
>But they removed it as punishment.
>The weight of your body would press it out of your belly, filling the confined space with your gas.
>Left in your small cell to wallow in your own filthy stench.
 
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>In fact, the size of the cell, left you to wonder.
>What will happen when you grow bigger?
>Your belly pressed to the walls of the concrete room and tush grazed the rear of your cell.
>There was no way you would ever be able to fit back through the door you first entered many years ago...
>They would fill you to fit the room, permanently!
>Your mouth would press into the feeding slot and your gas would release into the barred window behind you...
>The rest of your body would fit the cell like-!
>The masked guard hit you with another spell blast.
>Worrying about such things made you hungry, you thought, as he pushed in a large slice of cake.