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Chapter #4

Gluttony and Corpulence

    by: hedkrakka Author IconMail Icon
Chris drew out a silver and black ring. Looking at the ring, he could see a series of designs running around the inside. The various images showed a young woman eating and gaining weight, from small to quite large. On the flat top, there was an image done in gold. Now, if he hadn't seen the images on the inner ring, he'd never have known what it was, but because he had, he knew it was the same woman grown to an immense weight. She'd nearly disappeared into her rolls of fat, and judging from the food in her hands and her open mouth, was still intending to eat more.

This seems like just the one I'm looking for, he thought as he put it on.

Almost immediately, he felt a jolt run through him. He was so startled, he nearly took the ring off in panic. It was only through sheer force of will that he kept it on.

Okay, I think there might be something to Grandpa's stories.

Chris forced himself to calm down. He looked at the ring, and hesitated only a moment. It was time to put this plan into action.

******

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, you were wiping your tears away with a kleenex. Your crying had made your mascara run, and you wiped it off before you wound up looking like a raccoon.

You thought about apologizing to Chris, but squashed that idea as soon as you had it. Backing down was simply not an option. He'd probably just refuse to throw out the ravioli like you told him to, but if that was the case, you'd just go to the health food restaurant downtown and have supper there.

If he'd just listen, he wouldn't waste so much time and ingredients on stuff we won't eat.

You sighed as you wiped off the last of your makeup in the mirror. Honestly, it would be so much easier if he would listen. He must seriously have a fat fetish or something. He knows I need to watch my figure. Hell, I think I'm already developing a double chin.

As you looked in the mirror, you did notice that your neck seemed to be sporting a bit more flesh then it had before. In fact, was it... growing?

Your eyes locked onto the small roll under your jaw bone, and you were certain that it was getting larger as you watched. What the hell!?

As you watched, you became aware of other changes occurring to your body. You felt yourself rising in the air as your booty filled out. Your thighs first touched, then began to push themselves apart. Your belly, formerly flat and a bit bony, suddenly began to pooch outwards and spread across your lap with an audible groan. You felt your arms begin to thicken with fat, and your bra began to feel uncomfortably tight.

"What the hell is going on!?" You screamed as you rose to your feet, sending your stool flying across the room. As your clothes grew tighter and tighter, you promptly removed them as fast as you could, trying to save your expensive outfit before your growing body destroyed them. As you fattened up more and more, your legs were shaking so severely that you had to lean against the wall to support yourself. Adding insult to injury, your stomach let out an audible growl, demanding the level of food necessary to maintain a body this large.

Just when you thought you were going to go crazy, you felt the changes slow, and finally stop. You were nearly hyperventilating, and stood still for a moment, waiting for your mind to catch up and your body to stop jiggling. Much to your chagrin, the latter took a considerable amount of time.

Just what was that!? you mentally screamed as you stared at your new, doughy form. You were feeling more then a bit panicky at all this. I have no idea what is going on! Why did I gain so much weight!? How much did I gain!?

As you thought that, you looked at your scale in the corner and decided to see just what damage had been done. You let go of the wall and made your way over to the scale. Walking with your new bulk proved to be an interesting challenge. With no time to get used to your newfound weight or proportions, you felt clumsy and awkward in the extreme. You kept your legs too close together and moved them too quickly, as opposed to the waddle someone of your build (rather bottom heavy) would naturally have adopted at your size. Your new flab wobbled and jiggled incessantly, and combined with your poorly chosen stance meant that you were on the verge of falling over more then a couple times while merely crossing the room. The fact you also felt tired from such a short distance was also worrisome. Unbeknownst to you, your muscles had not increased with your transformation, only your body fat, which meant your physique was woefully underwhelming when it came to supporting your increased girth.

Panting lightly from both fear and what was apparently strenuous physical activity, you turned on the digital scale. Once it lit up, you stepped on it with your eyes closed. After a few seconds, you finally had enough nerve to open them up again. Looking down, you read the scale.

You have the following choices:

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1. 180 pounds!

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2. 271 pounds!

3. You're too fat for the scale!

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