Inflation: Breasts (injection/infusion), Stomach (feeding), Gut (enema)
Medical: Injection, Suction/Cupping, Anaesthesia, Enemas, Anal Stenting, Anal Stretching
Noncon: Forced nudity, Permanent Transformation, Forced Lactation, Treating Submissive Like Chattel
Misc: Victorian Dressing, Dual Mistresses, f/f/f, Nipple Plugs, Anal Plugs
Inspired by, and I'm not kidding, a depiction of "Sedative Hydrotherapy" in an episode of Poirot. I got like five minutes in and had to stop the episode, make up a fake disease, completely pervert the definition of "sedative hydrotherapy", and write this.
Interstitial means 'the space in between two things'. cuntans means 'shrinking', 'reticent', or 'hesitant'. -osis refers to a process or malfunction. Essentially I made up a disease that is characterised as 'oh no the spaces between things in your submissive are shrinking we have to cure it by stretching them out/filling them up!'. I was also a bit inspired by 1) learning that my diagnosis of interstitial cystitis is an 'idk syndrome' 2) the fact that one of the treatments for it is literally inflating your bladder with saline to stretch it out.
I think this is my first time trying to write some weightgain. It's a little tame but it's my first go at it so I wanted to start with baby steps. Oh, and Fridlington and Quare are both REAL names, despite sounding made-up. I collect real names that sound made-up, especially if they are of towns that no longer exist.
Submissives ailing from interstitial cunctanosis can be given treatment at our peaceful sanitorium, where they are given a private suite and personal nurse who attends only to their for their entire stay, and are given the best care by our team of nurses, doctors, and household staff, all in the bucolic surroundings of the Fridlington-Quare Estate, which is a hundred acres of cultivated forest-garden, screening from the manor all harmful and distressing outside influences and noise.
We ask that submissives are only sent with their foundational garments and measurements. All residents are clothed the same upon their stay, to keep the outside world’s influence to a minimum and to foster a sense of solidarity and discourage a spirit of competitiveness. While here, everyone dresses in the same uniform: soft dresses of the Estate’s colours of Fridlington-Quare Violet and soothing black, with their most affected parts bared for ease of monitoring treatment progression.
At home, her breasts were pulled through the drawstring-holes in her chemise, the bias-tape pulled snug around the base of each one before she was laced into her corset, whose upper edge was contoured around the base of each breast. Then, her corset cover of undyed silk fine enough to see through would be put on, each breast being pulled through a slit in it. After this, her waist, lined in any number of satins so as not to irritate the sensitive skin of her breasts, but allowing her Mistresses to readily bare her breasts for any of her Mistresses’ desires.
As soon as her Mistresses left her at Fridlington-Quare Manor, her new nurse and maid took off her suit, and dressed her in a new suit of vivid, beautiful violet percale, and the waist had holes for her breasts, with drawstrings to pull snug around them; and her breasts were, mortifyingly, bared to God and everybody.
At home, she wore petticoats lined in tier upon tier of ruffles made of any number of satins, that had buttons up the front from the hem to her knees, and then nothing fastening the knee up to the waist, covered with the skirts of her suits; this was, again, so her Mistresses could readily reach between her thighs for any of her Mistresses’ desires.
As soon as her Mistresses left her at Fridlington-Quare Manor, her new nurse and maid took off all of her skirts—her overskirt, her underskirt, and all three petticoats—and tied around her waist petticoat after petticoat that was made of two halves sewn onto the waistband, but left without seam nor fasteners to join the halves. They finished this with a skirt that was made so the halves overlapped by perhaps a handspan, but again had no fastenings otherwise.
It seemed she would have no modesty here.
She soon found out that she was examined several times a day by her nurse, and by the doctor twice a day.
We prescribe to all our patients a regimen of sedative cupping,
Once used to her new outfit, which allowed her to be examined easily without undressing, the doctor diagnosed her with a severe case of interstitial cunctanosis of the lower body, and a moderate case in her breasts, particularly in her nipples. She was immediately begun on cupping treatments, facilitated by modern suction pumps, which gradually increased and decreased the pressure inside the specially-fitted cylinders over her clitoris until it tripled in size, hard and purple by the time they removed the cylinder an hour later, the doctor gently fitting a snug band of elastic material around the base, which only served to increase its size until the next treatment session.
And Hydrotherapy.
Laying face-down on a treatment table, her breasts were gently eased through the holes, and a breathing tube was fitted over her face, soft hissing of gas that smelled sweet mixing with the deep breaths she was instructed to take; it made her feel sluggish and dizzy, her limbs heavy, and so she couldn’t move at the feeling of the long needles that slowly sank into the base of her breasts, all around, slowly beginning to inject her breasts with fluid, making them swell larger, and larger, stretching the skin tighter and tighter, until it was red and shiny, and her breasts felt like they’d tripled in weight, dragging down…. She slowly lost consciousness.
As soon as she was completely asleep, she was carefully removed from the table, and two orderlies helped the doctor spread her buttocks and slide her gently down over the nozzle of an enema seat built into the treatment room wall. They strapped her against the wall with leather straps buckled over the top of her breasts, beneath them, and her limbs, holding her in a seated position, before easing a thick tube down her throat, seating the nozzle in the entrance to her stomach.
After settling her in, the doctor slowly turned the valve to open, warm fluid starting to flood the patient’s stomach and bowels. After a while, her stomach began to show signs of the inflation taking place, and the doctor filled her generously, until her skin stretched so taut it was shiny and red, matching her breasts.
These treatments are used in combination with medically-informed diet,
Every meal, they were measured around before and after, and their stomachs inflated with feeding tubes if the doctor’s orders indicated they had not increased their girth enough.
And occupational therapy,
After the intensive treatments, she was strapped face-down into a bed that had holes for each breast, letting them dangle, where her nipples were fitted into a machine that milked her throughout the night. She was drugged in order that she could sleep through the sensation.
And over a course of 13 weeks, a mild case can be corrected enough for the patient to return home. Moderate cases take a further 13 weeks, and severe ones can take up to a year.
After a year, her Mistresses came to pick up a submissive that had gained fourteen stone, twenty of it in her breasts, which, after the first three months of her treatment, had begun to grow plump with milk and lactate to fit the demand. Her nipple openings had been stretched so that her breasts could be plugged, as they leaked in a constant stream when not being milked. The plugging made her breasts swell slowly all day. The plugs had enlarged her nipples greatly, and made them hypersensitive.
Her appetite had healthfully increased to match the new size of her stomach, though a side-effect of the constant inflation of her bowels had made them sluggish and in need of daily irrigation, facilitated with a permanent stent in her anus that held it open to a diameter of three inches.
Her clitoris had been increased to six inches in diameter while at rest, and could balloon to twice that with the right suction technique. It was fitted around the base with a collar which was attached to a leash.
She could barely walk, as her Mistresses led her to their hearse, and the newly-enlarged curves of swollen breast and clitoris, and soft folds upon rolls of fat, heaved and jiggled with her every movement as she waddled after her Mistresses, needing to have the back opened up, the board used to slide in a coffin pulled out and her Mistress giving a tug to the leash, her other Mistress helping her struggle on by taking a nipple in each hand and pulling her up by the breasts. They arranged her to lay with her head facing backward, sliding her back into the car feet-first, before closing the back and letting the chauffeur open the doors to the back row of seats. It meant that, on the way home, her Mistresses could examine and play with her new swollen clitoris as they pleased, while their submissive basked in the newfound serenity of knowing she was cured.
Her Mistresses knew now that their pet had to be inflation-fed, and milked at least twelve hours a day, plugged for the rest. They knew that she needed her bowels irrigated thoroughly with febrid solution every morning. They did this faithfully, and saw their pet grow, and grow, giving gallons upon gallons of milk, breasts ballooning in size and clitoris sensitive enough that she did not know her vagina existed anymore. She had been cured to perfection.