Dora always despised her fat body, comparing it to an aerostat. Conversations about body positivity made her either sad or irritated, depending on her mood. By the time she was 32, she had tried every means of losing weight, including some dangerous ones, and gotten nothing. She still weighed 120 kg, half of her body was excess fat. So she gave up.

She considered herself extremely unattractive (of course, there were men with a kink for fat women, but she did not like them). She had no sex in her life and lost all hope of meeting her love.

So when she saw an ad for a new experimental weight loss treatment with a lot of positive feedback, she immediately signed up.

The doctor at the clinic was a nice-looking woman in her forties. Several pictures on the wall showed her gradual change from an almost round, obese woman to her current appearance.

“I’m just like you were, only thinner,” Dora thought as she looked at them. “But soon I’ll be slim too!”

The treatment itself took place in three phases: pre-treatment examinations, implantation of tiny devices throughout her body (that will gradually release medications and control key nerve paths), and initiation of the process.

The first two phases went smoothly and according to plan. For the initiation, Dora met with the doctor for the last time in her office.

“You are doing well and will do well,” the doctor assured her. “Before you press this big green button and activate the implants in your body, I would like to go over the explanations again. I know you’ve heard and read the details before, but the procedure requires this final review.”

Dora nodded impatiently as the doctor explained. She really knew it all by heart.

“You won’t feel any hunger during the weight loss phase,” the doctor said. “Your body will be living on burning fat reserves. Just drink water and eat some greens to keep your intestinal biota healthy, you will need it later.” The doctor smiled. “I’m sorry about your favorite comfort food, but you won’t want it either.”

“Second,” she continued, “burning the fat will raise your body temperature to about 37.5-38 degrees Celsius. This is completely normal and not a sign of illness. But you will feel physically hot and therefore uncomfortable while dressed. It will be enough to take off your clothes and walk around naked and barefoot. Do you work from home?”

“Yes, mostly remotely,” Dora nodded. “I only go into the office a few times a month to sign papers.”

“Excellent. So it would be easy for you to live without clothes most of the time. And you will save on hot water bills, since you will prefer cold showers and ice baths.”

“Third,” the doctor held up three fingers, “the constant burning of fat resources will cause your body to produce huge amounts of endorphins, serotonin, oxytocin, and other substances that make you happy ... and horny. And since you’re not used to such body conditions, they’ll affect you strongly.”

“How strong?” Dora raised her eyes to the doctor. She had read the warning in the brochure, but now she needed the details.

“It depends, but most of our patients experience almost constant sexual arousal and need for sexual stimulation throughout the weight loss phase. Those who live with partners have considerable difficulty because their partners simply can’t satisfy their enormous needs. Your case is easier because you live alone, the sex toys will do the job”.

“I, um...” Dora stuttered, but then sighed. Whatever, this is just a doctor’s appointment, she can speak freely. “I have problems masturbating, with my belly it is just too hard to reach my pussy. I gave up on it.”

“Of course,” the doctor nodded. “Remember, I was just like you, so I understand you perfectly. That’s why I’m going to recommend a set of remote-controlled anal and vaginal vibrator plugs that you’ll carry around within you and only change when you need to recharge. I suggest the models with long-lasting batteries, and buy two sets of them, so you’ll be using one while the other is charging.”

Dora blushed as she imagined herself walking into a sex shop with these requirements. She imagined the clerk smirking at her obese figure as he packed two boxes of vibrators, imagining how she would fuck herself non-stop for several months.

The doctor nodded: “That might be rather embarrassing. So you could buy the items from us.” She placed a plain white box on the table. “One of the best models from our partners, certified, with a ten-year warranty, at a twenty percent discount.”

“Phew,” Dora felt extreme relief. “Of course! I’m in!”

“Perfect. So that’s it.”

The doctor handed her papers and a remotel.

“Please sign here and then press this button to activate the implants in your body.”

“Um ... Can you turn them off later if something goes wrong?”

“Of course. But nobody has asked for that yet.”

Dora signed the contract and took the remote. Then she pressed the button. Nothing happened.

“You’ll feel first effects in a few hours. Just enough to get home without rushing.”

They said goodbye to each other and Dora went home.

And within an hour of returning to her safe, familiar apartment, she began to feel the effects.

First, Dora felt hot and began to sweat. She nodded and stripped naked. All her life she had worn loose clothes and sneakers at home. So it was a fresh and surprisingly pleasant sensation to feel the soft breeze with all her skin and the texture of the carpet with her soles.

As she put her sweaty clothes into the washing machine, Dora glanced at her reflection in the wall mirror and shuddered at the sight of that ugly, obese figure with thick rolls of fat everywhere. She fought the urge to cover the mirror. Instead, she decided to mount her photo cam in a permanent place and track her daily progress. It would be a good motivational photo set for someone later.

And while the washing machine rolled on her clothes - Dora suspected she wouldn’t have much to wash in the coming months - she took a cold shower. It felt pleasantly cool to her now, she could probably use one even colder. Well, winter was coming, she could go out and roll in the snow soon, maybe...

Second ... Dora realized that she did not even remember a meal, not once, and that she was well past her lustful lunch hour. Amazing! She opened the refrigerator, examined the contents, sighed, and began to take everything out. So much good, tasty food, and she had to throw it all away. She would rather give it to the poor, but she didn’t know where or how. Maybe she’d just leave it next to the garbage cans, nicely wrapped, with a note. And she’d have to buy some greens instead.

Third ... Dora delayed this moment, half-consciously, not wanting to admit that the urge was already building within her. She touched her flabby belly with her hand and shuddered in disgust. Then she pinched the fat on her thighs and groaned in displeasure. Finally, without thinking, she slapped her huge butt and gasped as unfamiliar pleasure shot through her. After catching her breath, she slapped herself again and moaned, the sensation even stronger the second time.

She looked at herself in confusion. She never understood girls who got pleasure from being slapped, she never felt it herself. And here it was. And, Dora could not ignore it any longer, the long forgotten tickling in her stomach increased and came to her thighs. She sighed, opened the plain white box and impatiently began to read the instructions.

Then she sat on the couch, spread her legs wide, and inserted the large, thick, ribbed plug into her vagina. The sensations were amazing. Dora had no comparison, she had only tried a standard egg toy many years ago before giving up on herself. Now she sat on the couch, felt the device inside her, twitched her lips in displeasure at her own flabby, overweight body, but also smiled at the pleasant stretching of her pussy, and wondered what to do next.

Well, she had to follow the instructions. With effort (it was hard for her to reach it and she could not see the place) she pushed the even longer anal plug into her. Hmmm ... what do all these women find in this whole anal thing? At first she just felt her rectum full and stretched, as if she was about to defecate.

Finally, she turned on the vibration mode on the smartphone app. Ohhh! A pleasant tingling sensation spread through her loins. And it spread fast and wide, getting stronger and stronger every second...

Dora moaned and bit her lip, trying not to miss the sensation. She closed her eyes and remembered the doctor’s words: “Constant arousal, need for sexual stimulation dozens of times a day...” Yes, she felt she would need it hundreds of times a day! No wonder all the reviews were five stars, everyone must have loved it!

Now she could barely hold the phone in her trembling hands as waves of pleasure shook her entire overweight body. And though she tried to prolong the orgasm, it ended quickly, leaving her gasping and crying in disappointment. So fast! After so many years of abstinence, all she got was a single, stingy sip!

But she had no time to think about it, because the next, more powerful wave was already building inside her. And Dora realized that she was moaning loudly and could not stop. The neighbors must have heard her, but she didn’t care.

The second orgasm was a little slower and stronger, but still far from satisfying. It was as if someone was teasing her with a feather, promising a strong orgasm, but not allowing her to come.

Dora’s fingers trembled as she scrolled through the settings screen. There were several dozen modes, from gentle tickling to powerful electric shocks. And even though she was inexperienced with this thing, she moved the slider from moderate to maximum intensity.

The third orgasm literally threw her off the couch. Dora screamed, gasped for air, and nearly fainted. Pleasure mixed with pain flooded her obese body from head to toe, tearing her apart. Tears poured from her eyes, her cries turned into hoarse screams, and Dora rolled on the floor, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations.

She managed to grab the smartphone and stopped the plugs, then lay on the carpet, panting and crying. She had never felt it so strong. She never thought it could be so good...

After she calmed down, she looked at the clock and realized that not even an hour had passed since she got home.

She had four months of that ahead of her.

“Well,” she thought, “I have to go out. To take the old food out and buy some greens...”

She almost forgot to dress, but at the last moment she pulled a light, loose dress over her naked body. Remembering the instructions, she left both plugs in. She’d only take them out twice a day to flush her cavities when she swapped sets.

With a second thought, she turned on the plugs and set them to the lowest intensity. Immediately, soft, pleasant sensations filled her crotch and lower abdomen, far from orgasmic intensity, rather soothing and comforting. Dora smiled. Why had she never tried these things before? Her life could be so much better.

She stepped out into the street and shivered. It was unexpectedly crowded today, people seemed to have finished work early. But she had no choice, so she walked to the supermarket, smiling happily all the way. For the first time in her life (not counting her early childhood), she was barefoot on the street. The cool autumn wind felt so pleasant on her bare shoulders, with gusts coming to her hot body under the dress. Dora realized that she longed for cold autumn rain to soak her all over.

People looked at her curiously, a small, obese woman with disheveled hair, wearing a thin summer dress and bare feet. Some grinned mockingly, some frowned, but most just stared in amazement at the unusual image. Dora smiled even wider at them and waved her hand, enjoying the sensations.

Inside the store, she was lucky enough to catch an empty cart and walked confidently toward the vegetable section. The vibrations inside her were small but pleasant, and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs with her juices.

The stone floor of the store felt so cool and good against her soles. She came to the refrigerator section, where the floor was ice cold, and almost moaned with pleasure. She did not need anything there, but she had to force herself to leave.

Remembering the doctor’s instructions, she bought only a small amount of salad and lettuce. The amount, less than her usual daily meal, would last for a week. She was amazed at how little she had to pay at the register.

Just outside the shop doors, Dora had to stand still and hold on to the wall. The vibrations, however light and gentle, brought her to a trembling orgasm, and she bit her lips, doing her best not to scream in public. Then she wiped the sweat from her brow and walked home.

On her way home, Dora noticed that she was attracting attention again. Men followed her with their eyes, some shamelessly ogling her fat ass under her dress, others openly grinning at her. Women reacted differently: some ignored her, some stared in amazement, and some smiled back. What was happening? She was still the same ugly, overweight woman, and she had not yet lost a single pound. Why are they looking at her like that? Is it because she is dressed so lightly? Or ... because she is so excited?

Dora noticed that she was breathing heavily, that her cheeks were flushed, and that the thin fabric of the dress was clinging to her sweaty body, revealing her large belly and huge breasts with erect nipples. And yes ... she realized that the vibrations inside her were making her moan softly and tremble slightly, that she was constantly wet, and that she could smell her own arousal.

When she got home, she rushed to get undressed. The house was stuffy and hot, she couldn’t stand it another minute. She opened the windows and got back into the cold shower. She did not bother with a towel afterwards, letting the air currents slowly dry her.

Okay. She got a day off today to go to the clinic, but she should be back at work tomorrow. Though remote, it still involved video calls, and she needs to figure out quickly how to do that with her new conditions.

She still did not want to eat, but the instructions reminded her that she needed to get her daily dose of fiber. Dora took a couple of lettuce leaves and, chewing them slowly, began experimenting with controlling the intensity of her orgasms. She has to learn to postpone them during the conversations. She did not even have the courage to think about her trip to the office two weeks from now.

The first day of work began as usual, with emails in the inbox, schedules to update, and forms to fill out. Dora quickly forgot that she was sitting naked in front of her computer, with gusts of cold autumn air from the open windows pleasantly cooling her skin. She had a few mild orgasms during the first hour, but they did not distract her much. She was almost happy. This never occurred to her at work before.

But then she had to attend a weekly setup meeting with everyone’s cameras on. It was a meeting that usually lasted for an hour.

Dora panicked. She hastily turned the vibrators to minimum power (she already knew that turning them off was a bad idea, the building tension distracted her more) and pulled on a loose t-shirt with her shaking hands, not bothering to cover her hips. The camera would only pick up the top anyway. Then she clicked the video call icon.

The meeting began with the usual greetings. Several people complimented Dora on her appearance, which was quite unusual. She still could not understand what had changed in her that people could notice so easily. Was it just her lighter, more excited mood? But why should that make her look better?

But she had no time to think about it, the meeting had already started. After ten minutes, Dora began to forget about her vibrators and concentrated fully on her work matters. Until she felt her first orgasm building inside her and realized she could not control it.

She grabbed her mouse, pretended to scroll through the agenda, and squeezed her legs tightly together, trying to hold it back. She turned off her microphone and put her palms over her mouth, pretending to have an attack of coughing. Fortunately, it was not her turn to speak. After half a minute of shaking intensely in front of the camera, she turned the microphone back on, red-faced and sweating. “Sorry...”

Her colleagues continued to discuss yesterday’s tasks, paying no attention to her strange behavior. Dora breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in her chair, and tried to catch her breath.

The second orgasm caught her off guard near the end of the meeting, in the middle of her speech. She tensed, clenched her hands into fists, and did her best to continue speaking, albeit stuttering. The co-workers noticed this, of course, but did not understand the reason. Dora somehow finished the speech, using all her strength and attention to hold back the release of her orgasm, and fell limply into her chair.

As soon as the meeting was over and she had disconnected, she let herself relax and almost lost her mind in such a strong and prolonged release as she had never experienced before. She screamed, shook all over, and almost fell out of her chair.

When she came to her mind, she saw a chat message waiting for her, from Jane, her co-worker and perhaps the closest thing she had to a friend.

“You were so sweet and exciting in that, Dora. I can tell you that because I sometimes bring myself to orgasm at meetings, and so I recognized your expressions immediately.”

What?! ... With trembling fingers Dora started to type the answer.

“Jane, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Relax, no one else noticed. And I won’t tell anyone, of course :)”

Dora sighed and typed the next message.

“Thanks. But it wasn’t on purpose...”

“I get it. Do you want a lifehack?”

“Um ... what one?”

“Practice reading aloud in front of the mirror with your vibrators on high. You’ll get more self-control over time. I have been doing that for months. Have you heard about the ‘Hysterical Literature’ art project?”

“No...”

“Check it out on YouTube. It looks so innocent that it even passes their NSFW ban. But you’ll see what I mean. And also ... there are several clips of me, too.”

“Oh. Thank you. I will. Thanks again, Jane.”

“You’re welcome :)”

Dora closed the chat and sat still, her heart racing.

Then she opened YouTube, typed ‘Hysterical Literature’ into the search, and immediately saw Jane in the results. She clicked on the clip.

The image was black and white, as were all the clips in this art project. Jane was sitting at a table against a solid black background, wearing a nice formal blouse and reading aloud from a classic book. Only ... in a few seconds, Dora picked up on Jane’s facial expressions and intonations ... oh God ... Jane was clearly bringing herself to orgasm while reading! ... Or to be more precise, she was doing her best to hold back the orgasm that was inevitably coming over her, most likely because of a vibrator somewhere under the table ... Finally, after five minutes of increasingly laborious reading, punctuated by sighs and gasps, she dropped the book and began to shake uncontrollably in front of the camera, clutching the edge of the table with both hands and moaning loudly.

Dora gasped herself, so excited by the sight that she had her own orgasm. After catching her breath, she clicked through more clips, more of Jane, then more of other women. The setting was the same. And the result was always the same. Only the fine details were different each time. And ... Dora checked ... the clips had millions of views, all of them.

Dora returned to the chat window and wrote a message to Jane.

“Wow. Impressive...”

“Thanks ;) This is exactly what I meant by practicing in front of the mirror. When you feel the orgasm coming, pull the book closer to you and read faster :)))))”

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Jane. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life.”

“LOL. Don’t mention it. Check out the videos of Kate or Maria, you won’t regret it :))”

“OK. Thanks again. See you later.”

“See you!)”

Dora leaned back in her chair and sighed. She took a look at the clock and realized that she had been watching the Hysterical Literature clips for an hour now instead of working. She has to catch up.

It was lunchtime, but Dora had no intention of cooking. She just took a piece of lettuce and chewed it slowly, thinking about practicing in front of the mirror. Or ... in front of a camera?