>>19348
>>19368
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*beep...beep...beep.......beep.....bee-*
"...*gasp!*"
The rabbit girl woke up, suddenly, almost painfully, her eyes flying wide to a darkened room. Gasping. Her lungs were burning. Air. She needed air! H-her mask...where was her mask?! She lay there, her arms like lead, gasping and wheezing for air, sounding like a slowly deflating inner tube. She tried rocking desperately on her bed, more a panic reflex than anything else. She could barely even move but even that was enough to make the bedsprings groan and grimace. A loud beep resounded from behind her, the dark room now in a sickly green glow from the display. A digital voice rang out almost like a mockery of Microsoft Sam.
"Breathing...issues...detected...oxygen... supply... increased..."
As the words played out the nasal cannula that wormed its way inside her sprang to life, pumping more oxygen and air into her desperate lungs. She gasped heavily dragging the air inside her.
"F...fuck...sake...*wheeze*...again..."
This always made her eyes water at the sensation, the feeling of wind rushing down her, her lungs being forced wide and oxygen forced into her, the medical tubing running its way down her throat. It was unnatural, a violation of biological needs...but necessary.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
Slowly, her gasping breathing calmed into a wheeze, the burning sensation began to subside as more oxygen filtered its way through her. Another beep came from behind, another robotic voice chiming in.
"Breathing...returned...to normal...resuming...supply...until...further notice...staff...informed..."
She grumbled and frowned as she recovered from her apnea. Another fucking morning ruined by her gasping for air. The monitor behind her began to dim once again, leaving her alone in the dark once more. She shuffled in her bed and grimaced. Her fur was slick to the touch, no doubt the product of a night spent sweating. Though that was no surprise with so much surface area to keep cool...
The room had no mirrors, no way to get a full look at herself. But even if she did have a mirror, she doubted she's fit it... in a word, she was huge. In two words, morbidly obese. She couldn't see past her chest, but even that was enough to gain a metric of how gargantuan and bloated she was. Her cheeks bulged around her face, a slab of silly putty attached to a almost spherical face, pockmarked by her eyes and bunny nose. They were always in her peripheral vision, a constant reminder of her absurd stature. Her neck had at least two extra chins added to it, with a third gently growing as her body tried to funnel her weight into every available nook and cranny. Her arms billowed, her elbows invisible and impossible to bend, her fingers nothing more than little sausages, flexibility at an alltime low. A shirt covered what little modesty she had left, but even that barely helped. Her chest, once supple and taut, was now nothing but a saggy mess from the onslaught of adipose it had been forced to endure. It crushed down on her frame, denying her a normal breathing pattern, another reminder of her size...of her future...
Even though she couldn't see past her chest, she knew for a fact that her belly...no, her entire waist, was a bloated, heaving blob of rabbit fur and gurgling, groaning guts. It had forced her legs apart with its sheer size, demanding more and more space to grow, to spill into her bed, to dominate her every moment. She could even feel a few cold spots at the base of her gut, no doubt where they'd attached some form of measuring equipment to her. She tried wiggling her toes now and again, if anything to check they were still there, but it was hard to tell if they were even moving or if they'd become like her fingers. Pathetically useless.
'That was her theme, wasn't it?' she thought to herself 'useless...nothing but a big, fat, blob of bunny now...how long had it been since she walked...since she stood on her own feet...since she'd even seen her own feet...god, it must have been months...this...this needs to stop!'
She could feel herself getting more alert, more attentive as the cannula continued to feed her oxygen. The worst part about all this was...for all the wallowing and self pity building up inside her...she was hungry...
*GURURLGGLL* her stomach let loose an almighty growl. "Feed me!" it cried, "you know you're hungry!"
Really, really hungry...
She stopped and thought...was it even morning? It was impossible to tell what time of day it was at all. Her room has no windows to the outside world.
"What... what time is it?"
...Silence.
"What time is it?!"
This time she got a reply. A burst of static came from the monitor, a high pitched voice soon following it.
"Its time you were getting ready for your day my dear! So wakey wakey your nurse is coming in!" Another burst of static as the voice stopped.
No sooner than she said that did the doorway fly open, flooding her room with light from the hallway. The room's lights flickered to life automatically, matching the lights from the hallway. The rabbit girl squinted her eyes, watering as they went from stark darkness to bright fluorescent lighting in a snap. The sounds of a trolley echoed in as the wheels squeeked and turned.
"Goooood morning Avery! How's my favourite little bunny doing? Did you sleep well?"
"B...badly..."
"Oh now that's a shame! The computer told me you'd had another bad night. We'll have to adjust your breathing tube later."
The nurse pouted as she carried on wheeling the trolley in.
"Now my dear, you know what time it is, don't you? Its time to take your medication!...Oh I know, it tastes vile and horrible, so don't you worry your socks off, because I've got it allll covered for you!"
The trolley came into Avery's view, the door closing behind the nurse. Gods, the size of the trolley! It was enough to supply an entire ward of people with breakfast, lunch and probably dinner. A giant, silver dome adorned the top, shrouding its contents in mystery.
"Now, my dear little bunny...are you hungry? Because I brought breakfast! And its your favouriiiiite~"
The nurse lifted the lid off, realiving the contents of what to most would be their entire pantry. A spread of sandwiches, cakes, biscuits, cookies and creams, and, in the middle, a monstrous, three tiered cake, dripping with icing.
"All of your favourite snacks for my growing girl! I've mixed in your medication too so it won't taste so horrible anymore. Now...where do we start..."
Involuntarily, Avery's belly grumbled loudly, eager to be appeased to. The nurse giggled as the noise, giving the belly a gentle pat.
"Oh my! Someone's a hungry little girl, aren't we?"
"N...no...I'm not..."
"Hmm, what was that my dear?" The nurse smiled, a smile that showed no joy, only teeth.
The bunny girl shuffled in her bed, trying to climb it like a child would avoiding their cough syrup.
"N-no, I don't want any of it!"
"Oh no, that's a shame!" She picked up a sandwich from the trolley, holding it in her hands like a gift to the giant rabbit. "After the chefs went through all that effort? Are you sure you want to let them down...?"
The bunny shook her head, her cheeks sloshing violently, her head spinning from just a simple act.
"No I don't want anything...p-please..."
The nurse put down the sandwich. Even just the act of food being put away made her belly grumble loudly. Fuck...she was so hungry...so, so fucking...starvi-NO! She...she had to get out!
"L...*huff*...let me...go...".
"Hmm? What was that hon?" the nurse continued, piling up a menagerie of snacks onto a plate.
Avery wheezed, desperately fighting to form words before her body crushed them.
"Let...Let me go!"
"G-Go?!" Shocked, the nurse put her plate down on the trolley "My dear you're unwell! Unhealthy! Dangerously close to malnutrition! Why, its a miracle you were brought to us at all, you were so starved and skinny then!"
"Oh, I'm afraid things seem quite sinister, my dear...you're still looking abnormally slim...but nothing we can't fix with your new diet~"