Kim would be the most…satisfying test subject. She was after all his roommate and he couldn’t deny that he had a bit of a crush on her. The problem was that she was currently working at the bar and he wasn’t 21 yet. Technically it wasn’t a problem really since he could just make himself 21 but where was the fun in that?
“I’m in my room,” Simon recorded and he, and all his things, was instantly transported. At his desk he opened his laptop and pressed record on the Dictaphone. “I can see a live feed of Kim at the bar on my computer.”
A window popped up showing him exactly what he asked for: It was a high quality stream of the bar Kim worked at. He could see her and Patricia, both wearing the fitting black V-neck uniforms and pouring drinks for a crowd. They seemed busy.
“Let’s start simple,” Simon smiled. “Kim is a foot taller.”
Simon heard the crackled and the feed blink at him. When it came back Kim was indeed taller at 6’6”, much taller than most the people in the bar. Especially Patricia. For the most part, however, nothing seemed different. She was just tall.
“Hmm. Good start,” he mumbled, pondering his next move. “Kim is a D-cup.”
The screen blinked and Kim was bustier. That one cup size was rather noticeable. Her uniform showed a bit more cleavage, she bounced a little more, and her tip jar seemed a little fuller. That one interested him.
“Kim is an F-cup,” he recorded.
The screen blinked and Kim was bigger. Much bigger. Her breasts bounced and bulged as she worked and, judging by the extra flourish, she was bouncing them on purpose. The tip jar was even fuller. So as her bust increased people tipped more. That made sense. So what if her waist changed a bit?
“Kim is thirty pounds heavier and most of it sits on her tummy,” Simon recorded.
Blink. Kim’s shirt looked much tight. It was black so it was rather slimming but the twenty pounds were rather obvious. Her belly was definitely larger. It appeared a few tips had vanished from her jar. She also, like Karen, looked a little down. She’d lost some of the bounce in her step. It made sense after all. Kim was a health nut when she was thin, surely she’d be depressed with the weight gain. Simon, however was ready for that and had a situation in mind.
“Kim secretly has a feeding and weight gain fetish. She works out and wears a girdle to keep up appearances and hide all her secret snacking,” Simon recorded.
Blink. Kim looked thin again. Her tip jar was fuller again and her bounce was back. Simon got up and left his room. Checking the kitchen revealed that there were more snacks in the cupboards. Not a huge amount but a noticeable increase.
Simon let himself into Kim’s room. Normally he’d never think of going in without asking but he was feeling a little over confident. Her room was relatively clean and looked, for the most part, normal. Normal except for two very distinct changes. Covering every available surface – from her bookshelf to her dresser to her desk and more – were snacks. Chips, crackers, cookies, pastries, candies, and more. The other addition was a mini-fridge filled with more snack – lots of cold treats. Her trash can was full of wrappers.
Simon was thrilled. Things were sure to get interesting around her. Though her keeping this “hobby” a secret did little to entertain him. Nothing another recording wouldn’t change.
“Kim gave up hiding her gain from me only a few months after we started living together. When she’s in the apartment she is most comfortable in just her bra and panties and usually wears just that when she’s home. She still exercises and pretends to diet though,” Simon recorded. That one would take a bit longer to the result of.
Simon looked at the clock: 9:30. Kim would be working until at least 11, if not later. He could keep making changes to her life while he waited. Or he could experiment on someone new.