Doctor Who - Behemoth - Part 3
Content: Weight Gain (WG), Slob, Blob, Mind Manipulation, Big Beautiful Women (BBW), Humiliation, Feedee, Feeder, Original Characters (OCs)
ChonkAuthor (Prompt - Summary): The Doctor is tricked by Yaz!Master into joining her on a weeks long cruise on the space cruise Behemoth, run by an alien race who prize fat women. The idea is, of course, for The Doctor to be fattened, mind-broken, and humiliated as she’s turned into an obese sex slave. But the Doctor, open to all new experiences, ends up enjoying it. The Master, naturally, not only falls victim herself but absolutely does not.
<<<<<<<<<<<<Behemoth - Part 2
-DECK CHB-18115 - BATHHOUSE L-
In the middle of chattering words from across the galaxy, slapping of footsteps and slithering of tentacles on wet tiled floors, and the misty haze to rise up from hot water throughout the bathhouse, the Master sunk into a hot tub and sighed with great satisfaction upon feeling the rush and pleasure of blasted water to caress her naked, plumper body.
It had been ten days since she'd caught the Doctor's attention like a moth to a flame and trapped her here for what she claimed would only be a year with the press of a button.
The Master smirked at the thought of the Doctor putting so much effort into resisting the call to relax, unwind and enjoy herself for once. All for the sake of putting on a holier than thou song and dance playing the self-selected protector and champion of time and space.
Her head lolled back and gaze came to rest on the ceiling that was high above, almost lost in the mists of the bathhouse.
Pah! The Doctor had spent the past five days either cooped up in the their room being an old grump or wandering from end to end, deck to deck, every room, every corridor, every facility, of the ship being an old grump. The Master found it in equal measure amusing and pathetic.
"Yes. Yes. Go off. I'm sure today will be the day you'll hit on the key to escaping this intolerable prison of torment and torture," she had said this morning, followed by the usual question about joining her for supper in the evening, one the Doctor usually declined without explanation or reason.
The Master was so caught up in her thoughts and body turning to mush that she didn't pay attention to a woman, who appeared to be heavily pregnant, join her in the hot tug, taking a spot directly opposite her.
The woman waited for the Master to acknowledge her presence. The Master went on not noticing her.
"Master," she said, flat and direct. "We are pleased to hear you have brought us the Doctor as promised."
The Master didn't jolt from her reveries of thought. She lifted her head lazily and looked at the woman, giving her a cocksure smile. "Oh! Ie! Started to wonder when you lot were going to contact me. Surprise you took so long. What kept you?" The Master's gaze briefly flirted with the enormity of the woman's girth, contrasting sharply with her lithe and gangly physique, before bringing her sights back to Ie's silvery eyes.
"There are many matters requiring our attention. The matters of our businesses are complicated."
"Pffftt!" Snorted the Master. "My arse! People pay you for a service, you provide that service, and everyone aboard is gonna find themselves changed greatly in a year's time by your service. Present company excluded, obviously."
Ie concurred with a nod. "Obviously." In a split-second, unnoticed, her gaze danced over the Master's fuller figure with its ripening and fertile thickness. "We have noticed, however, she is uncooperative with our offerings aboard the Behemoth."
The Master rolled her eyes. "Eh! Typical of the Doctor, but-"
Ie did not seem to take this nonchalant attitude well. "You have a year."
The Master snickered. "Oh, oh, oh, a year is a very long time, even for us Time Lords. You've got nothing to worry about. She's starting to come round to being here."
This, she saw, piqued Ie's interest greatly.
"She's finally agreed to come and join me for supper this evening."
The Master scratched herself.
"And she's actually gonna get dressed up for it."
"That is not progress," she snapped, but her tone remained flat and direct.
The Master licked at her lips. "Five days ago, she wouldn't join me and some wolvans for a meal. Five days later, she's agreed to come along. Boredom is something she's prone to and, wouldn't you know, she's on a ship that's got enough to squish that feeling out of existence if she'll willing to take the plunge." When she next spoke something dark and alluring became clear in her voice. "Wouldn't it be interesting if you joined us for a bite to eat and…made sure your ship's offerings were…harder to resist?"
Ie answered almost immediately. "Perhaps. It would not be difficult to make those arrangements."
The Master clapped her hands. "Ooooo! Wonderful," she said, then added. "Say! You wouldn't know where she is right now, would you?"
"She is on fourteen decks down."
"Ooooo. Coming this way, I hope. You should stick around if she does and see how flustered she gets when I'm au naturale." The Master let out a sharp laugh.
Ie did not. "You are a strange one."
"A few hundred millennia does that to a Time Lord." She smirked. "Is she, though?"
Ie moved her head as if trying to catch onto a sound only she could hear.
The Master found it amusing. "You're very physical about your abilities, aren't you?"
"She is not," she said, ignoring the Master's remark.
"No loss," she said with a sly grin, shifting herself so that more of her naked self was above the water line. "How do I look? Tantalising?"
Ie stared at her blankly.
The Master sighed. "Am I tantalising in the breeding sense?"
A spark of delectable interest filled those silvery eyes. "You are….appealing…to our tastes."
Without needing to think, Ie answered, "She will be everything and more we desire for our needs."
A warmth blossomed from the Master's core at the thought of the Doctor being reduced to breeding stock. "Hm. Hm. Hmmmmm. I can't wait."
The Master made an attempt to link arms with the Doctor as they entered the restaurant immense in scale and thriving with hustle and bustle. In response, the Doctor nudged her away. The Master settled for sauntering ahead, making a point to sway her hips with every step she took, knowing the Doctor would feign disinterest but would let her gaze drift to the low cut back of the dress to see the shapeliness of her backside.
"How do I look? Ravishing?"
A bluntness underlined the Doctor's answer. "Fine. You look fine. Absolutely fine. Nothin' better. Nothin' worse."
"Hm," she murmured, and looked over her shoulder to meet the Doctor's sneaky little peek. "And if it was Yaz?"
The Doctor didn't say a word but the rich blush on her cheeks was answer enough.
It was triumph on the Master's part to have convinced the Doctor to join her for supper and, on top of that, to actually wear something better suited for the evening. The Doctor would've stuck to her usual choice if she hadn't insisted on at least giving some thought to wearing something a little different but samey.
A faded memory of when she'd last seen the Doctor wearing this suitable get-up had passed through her mind when rummaging through her suitcase earlier in the day.
So the Doctor now wore a mishmash of a black tuxedo styled overcoat, bowtie, white buttoned-up shirt, black culottes and, because the Doctor couldn't let go of it completely, pair of leather boots.
The Master could not help but wear something to have the Doctor's attention be at her beck and call. A form-fitting, perhaps a bit too form-fitting she thought, backless dress in dark blue with a low-cut front and an opening on either side to show off a large area of her thicker hips.
She looked back. "Having fun?"
The look she got in response was mild annoyance. A vast improvement compared to how things started out ten days ago.
"I'm not hearing a no, Theta?"
The Doctor huffed. "Can you stop callin' me Theta? No one's called me that since we were at the academy."
"You are. I'm just…." she wavered, searching for the right words, "…stuck here with you for the time being."
"You've had ten days to figure something out…" she opted to avoid using Theta "…and you haven't gotten any closer to a solution. Not to-"
"But you will," she snarked, and the Master spied the smallest hint of a smirk forming on those lovely lips.
"-underestimate you, but ten days is a bit long even for you. You're not in a prison. You're not trapped on desolate planet. You're not suffering from amnesia. You're not exiled. You're…on vacation," she said, adding a dramatic flair to the word. "How dreadful."
"I'll figure somethin' out. It's a cruise ship."
"And while you're 'figuring it out' you should try to enjoy yourself. If I can do it, so can you."
The Doctor looked at her incredulously.
A service bot greeted them. "Booking for Koschei? Table for three?"
"Your third party member has already arrived."
The Doctor gave the Master a look as they were guided in further, navigating past a great many tables and other guests in the midst of eating rather large orders.
"Somethin' you're forgettin' to mention?"
The Master waved a hand. "Oh, yeah! Might be three. Got chatting with a lovely young someone earlier at the bathhouse - you should've come. You would've enjoyed the view - very nice, you might like her, invited her to join us. Nothing wrong with inviting people, is there, Doctor?"
"Nah, there's not, it's absolutely brilliant, Master."
The Master gave the Doctor her most sincere smile before she said, "Knew you'd understand."
A minute more of making their way through the hubbub of the evening's dining experience for many hundreds of guests came to an end with them joining Ie at the table.
The service bot asked as they both took a seat to complete the trifecta, "Would you like to-"
The Master raised a hand and shook her head. "No. No. We'll hold off on ordering." She looked at the Doctor and Ie. "If that's fine by you two."
Pure bluntness from the Doctor. "It's fine."
"I am willing to wait a little longer."
The service bot bowed and said, "Hit the button on the underside of the table when you're ready to order, Ms Koschei." Then it wheeled away.
The Master turned to Ie. "Ie….you're looking…dapperly leaner tonight!" She gushed, eyeing Ie's radically smaller stomach from what it had been only a few hours ago.
A hint of a smile crept onto her lips. "I thought it appropriate for tonight."
The Doctor gazed at Ie with intrigue. She wore what seemed to be a formal attire with one glaring detail being the spot for her stomach was an opening to show it off.
"Ie," began the Master, gesturing between her and the Doctor with the air of a ringmaster at a circus presenting the next performance, the temptation to say Theta just to annoy the Doctor rode across her tongue but she stopped herself, "this is Doctor. Doctor, this is the Ie. She's a Kuloriay, don't you know, loves hearing all the juicy gossip and meaty rumours a place like this is home to."
The Doctor murmured a sound before she asked while pointing at the Master, "Have you heard how annoying she is, Ie?"
There was glee in the Master's voice when she spoke. "Ooooo! I'm only annoying to you now."
The Doctor shot the Master a look.
Ie pondered the question. "Implying I haven't already experienced it personally."
The Master couldn't help but chuckle. "Cruel, Ie."
The Doctor coughed a laugh. "Ay! You can't go ahead and make me like you this quickly."
Ie took a sip from her drink. "I am like that with people, Doctor."
The Master made a point to press on the button to summon a service bot and clapped to catch Ie and the Doctor's attention. "Who fancies ordering?"
Their food would arrive soon.
The Pear Soda was not a drink the Doctor expected to agree with her. Quite the opposite, she discovered it had a pleasant sweetness, very sweet, and didn't leave her feeling bloated as she expected something including pears would. Each gulp was a little larger than the last until she ordered another and another and another for good measure. "This is really good!"
Ie sipped thoughtfully at her drink. Its composition was more a misty vapour to spill from the glass and when drunk remained as such with every word spoken and breath taken. Her complexion, usually pale, had taken on a soft pink around the cheeks. "It is very nice."
The Master downed a drink resembling a thick neon blue goop that left a trail between her lips and rim of the glass for a moment before it broke. "Doctor, you need to try this!" She declared, offering the last drop of what remained in the glass to the Doctor. "IT'S DELICIOUS!"
"This is enough for me, don't much like anythin' that's been gooped."
"I don't think this is gooped." The Master smacked her tongue, tasting the residue flavour of mint and honey. "Vat produced! Hmmmmm. Would you prefer tasting it mouth to mouth?" She laughed when she saw the fumble of the Doctor's demeanour, then leaned over to Ie and said with a fake whisper for the Doctor to clearly hear. "Complications between us."
"There ain't anythin' complicated between us," countered the Doctor and took an annoyed sip of her Pear Soda.
Ie eyed the Doctor with utmost interest. "Koschei made it sound far more complicated when we spoke earlier. I would…presume it is a question of disagreements."
"Ain't enough words in the universe tell you how much of an understatement that is."
"And right now…Doctor…I'm trying to-" she continued to offer the glass to her, seeming mildly intrigued much as she protested not to fancy a sip "-put those disagreements on a little holiday." She turned to Ie. "I'm doing super badly at it. I can't help myself with her."
"Ay! That's the first thing we can agree on."
The Master's eyes lit up. "Oooooh! You finally found your sense of humour. I thought you'd lost it ages ago."
Ie chuckled softly into her hand. "You are a very strange pair."
"Hm. Hm. Hmmmm. They do say opposites attract."
The Doctor remarked, "Explains everything about you."
"And us," added the Master and wiggled her glass at the Doctor. The goopy drink itself remained almost unmoved by the gesture, clinging thickly to the glass itself. "Hmmmmm? Just a little sip for me."
Ie offered the Doctor her misty drink alongside the Master, silvery eyes locked on them with a mixed air of intensity and casualness. "You may find this more to your tastes…Doctor."
The Doctor stared between the two drinks being offered to her.
The Master rolled her eyes and said, "It isn't poisonous?"
That got one hell of a look from the Doctor. "I guessed that."
"Then why not try one? You've already downed four Pear Sodas. A little something different to refresh the taste buds, isn't going to be any different?"
A moment of indecision tip-toed across the Doctor's face before she seemed to give an extravagant sigh and reached for Ie's glass. "Not a fan of goopy drinks."
Ie let the glass pass from her hand to the Doctor's freely.
"Yet I've heard you'd stick your fingers into any old slime to taste it at the drop of a hat."
"Big difference between slime on the ground and a drink bein' offered to me by you."
"I'm hurt," she said with dramatic flair, then finished off the rest of her drink, smiling as she did so.
The Doctor peered at the glass for a moment, then sniffed at the misty vapours spilling from it for a moment, and finally took a tentative sip.
Eyes and eyebrows blossomed with surprise. "Minty," she said with genuine intrigue and misty vapour puffing from her nose and lips. She took another sip, downing what remained. "Ay! That isn't half bad! What's it called?"
Ie smiled pleasantly. "The name is whatever one enjoys about the taste. It is considered quite delectable by most."
"Ah! Sensory impression naming! Love it!" She said, misty vapours once more clear in her breath as she spoke.
The Master smiled twisted into a delighted grin, all teeth, all Yasmin Khan's teeth. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Loosening up! You're loosening up!"
"As if I'm loosenin' up because of one drink….." she said, though a hint of something lingering on the edge of her words and forming in her thoughts told the Master much more. It was working.
"OH!" Exclaimed the Master, eyes catching onto the service bot wheeling over with three trays. "FOOD'S READY!"
The Doctor looked back and gapped. "I ORDERED A SMALL!"
Ie gazed at the Doctor. "Behemoth is very generous with what it defines as…small."
Much as the Doctor "objected" to the size of her not so small order, better suited as a dessert than a main dish, it had only taken a few nibbling bites to admit it tasted proper good and, as had happened with her Pear Sodas, be drawn to take larger bites for the taste alone.
The Master devoured her food with vicious intent. Not a trace of it remained on her plates and bowls, even the bones of one dish were gobbled up, cracked apart so easily with every bite taken.
Ie paid it no mind as she ate at a sedate and orderly pace.
The Doctor burped, cheeks red, and excused herself. A self-control existed yet it couldn't quite be brought into force at this crossroads. The willingness to order a bit of grub to shut the Master up had turned into something where words claimed one thing but actions and thoughts spoke far louder. Much louder.
A curve of a full stomach was clear to the Master even if the Doctor tried to subtly keep it hidden beneath her jacket, as if refusing to acknowledge they were beginning to fall into the flow of being on vacation after refusing to budge for ten days on the matter.
Ie looked like she was half-way to having a girth similar to how it had been earlier in the day. It poked through the gap of her clothes with an air of pride and presentation, showing the world what she could handle.
The Master tugged at the tight fit of her dress around her middle and, without much care whether it would be frowned upon or not in public, ripped it open down the middle to allow herself some relief from the hold it had on her plump and filled belly.
"Gosh! They know how to make you want to keep on eating!" She declared, then forced out a louder than needed belch.
A small burp passed Ie's lips. "High praise for any culinary service bot to hear."
The Doctor, even if she appeared unsure of herself, reached for the food left on her plate, gooey and soft, and ate it, pressing it into her mouth to make her cheeks bulge and chewing mindlessly.
"You know desserts come last?" Joked the Master.
"Itsh…" she chewed, and chewed, and chewed before swallowing it down. "It's always time for dessert somewhere in the galaxy. Don't need a reason to be linear about what you eat and when you eat it."
"And for dessert you'll have, what, a main course?"
"More desserts," she answered, seeming without needing to think it through, though a second later she looked as if a realisation had occurred to her.
"Obviously. Obviously," she said with a little mockery and a little amusement. "Look at yourself, you're practically fit to burst with that teeny-tiny belly of yours."
Ie finished off the last of her food and let out a contented sigh, hands coming to rest on the stomach now in possession of a reddish hue. "I couuurrrpld," she began to say before letting out a burp, "go for more."
"Same. You?" She asked, looking at the Doctor. "Up for more?"
The Doctor made a show to say no, but she swallowed, eyes drawn to the Master's swollen girth but quickly looked away, tipped and tapped her fingers on the table's edge. "Din't say I wasn't."
The Master excitedly clapped and revelled in the look she got from the Doctor. Not defeat, not an admission, but a pleading to not draw attention to her compromising to the vacation spirit.
"My kind aurrrrrrppppre very elastic," Ie answered with a belly rumbling belch.
The Doctor downed a liquid dessert special, some of it dripping down her chin and onto her shirt. She burped before she asked, "How elastic are we talkin'? Cause', there's plenty in the universe who say they're elastic but not elastic-elastic."
"We have methods to test our capacity."
"Hmmmmm. I can imagine what those methods are," said the Master, gazing at Ie's girth back to the size it had been earlier in the day. The woman could pack it away and not look the slightest bit phased by it.
The table showed what a few hours of eating and drinking could do, overloaded with plates and bowls and glasses. For the Master the most delicious delicacy in those hours was the taste of the Doctor's pesky little desire and resolve to resist the siren's call being chipped, softened and worn away bite by bite.
The Doctor made no attempt to hide the sign of her full girth with the shirt untucked and bottom three buttons undone to give room.
"And they are?" The Doctor looked completely taken in by the discussion, not noticing the Master's looking at her with amusement.
"Gases. Fluids. Solids. Procreations."
The Doctor made an ooooo face and gazed at Ie's belly in thought. "How big can you get? Massive?"
Ie appeared to be greatly delighted by the interest shown by the Doctor. An amusing moment for the Master who thought of the intentions laying behind the woman's straight-faced demeanour. The Doctor would know in time what was possible.
"That is for you to ponder, Doctor."
"Ay! It's massive, ain't it?"
Ie took a sip of her drink with a satisfied smile. "Perhaps. Perhaps not."
Finally hitting the tipping point! The Doctor's waistline starts to grow, self-control falls apart, and the Master might find out she's bitten off more than she can chew.
A little list of projects currently in the works:
OCs - There's Always a Butt (prompt)
Doctor Who - Fat to Fit to Fatter to - Chapter 2
Metroid - Crash Bandicoot - Two for One (prompt)
Doctor Who - Really Fat and Really Happy
Doctor Who - Changing with the Times (prompt)
Metroid - Goodbye Samus, Hello Justin - Part 2
