"Huh," Rena said. "This is new."
Rena reached up to the tree and pulled off a leaf. It was slightly sticky to the touch, and had a minty smell to it. Tentatively, she licked the leaf. Minty. Shrugging, Rena popped the leaf into her mouth. Instantly, the catgirl's emerald green eyes widened, her tiger stripe fur standing on edge. Holy crap, that was sweet! She spat the leaf out, wiping her tongue to rid her mouth of the overly sweet taste.
"Alright, Rena, take little bites this time," Rena said, reaching up to pick another leaf. She absent-mindedly nibbled on the leaf while she inspected the tree's bark. The minty smell of the leaf overpowered everything else, so she just peeled off a small piece of bark and popped it into her mouth. Rena moaned. Chocolate, and the highest quality Rena had ever tasted. She discarded the half-eaten leaf and attacked the tree. Rena ripped off huge chunks of bark and practically inhaled them.
You see, Rena had quite the sweet tooth. She never could resist candy, especially chocolate. It was her sweet tooth that had led to many weight-related problems in her youth. In seventh grade, at her heaviest, she weighed over 500 pounds. One visit to the doctor later, and Rena was told that if she continued to gain weight like she had been, she would die before she turned 30. By the time her senior year of high school rolled around, she had gone from morbidly obese to almost underweight. However, she never truly lost her sweet tooth.
With a creaking groan, the tree Rena had been eating fell over. Not wasting a beat, Rena picked up the surprisingly weightless fallen tree and shook all of the leaves off, before inhaling the remaining chocolate. She reached for another tree, before realizing that there were no more trees. In her chocolate-induced haze, she had eaten the entire forest, and it showed. Rena sported a chubby face, with cheeks so fat she was forced to squint. Her sixty chins melted into a neck as thick as the trees she'd been devouring. Below that was her previously flat chest. Before she had been like a wall; now her cleavage could be called a valley and not be hyperbole. Each breast extended for miles from her chest, and would have pooled on the ground were it not for her gut.
Her belly covered all of the land Rena could see. Even when she managed to look behind herself, her belly was there, enveloping the globe, drowning it forty miles deep in blubber. While she couldn't see her butt, Rena still knew that it was shelf-like; continental shelf-like, that is. Her massive thunder thighs were bigger than cities, and tapered off into hilariously normal-sized feet. Rena opened her mouth and let out a huge belch, creating a shockwave that destroyed the moon. Chunks of moon fell onto Rena, including one that impacted with her face.
Rena woke up with a gasp. She couldn't quite remember what her dream was, but she remembered it had been a good one before abruptly ending. Rena tried to get back to sleep, but was stopped by a curious sensation in her gut. It was an odd, bloated feeling, and it bugged her to no end. Sighing, she got up to go to the bathroom. She stumbled forward slightly, but chalked that up to being tired. She entered the bathroom and flicked on the lights. It took Rena a minute to realize what she was staring at in her mirror.
"The hell?" Rena asked. "Why am I fat?"
Indeed, Rena was fat. Her previously flat belly had puffed out to form a rather large potbelly that made her shirt ride up to show most of her belly, her breasts had popped out of the top of her shirt somehow and now were as long as her upper arm, and her flannel pants had ripped while trying to contain two globes of ass that hadn't been there before. Curious, Rena stepped onto a set of scales. The dial spun for a second before landing on the number 250.
Rena let out a low whistle. "Whatever just happened, it made me put on 130 pounds!"
After marveling at herself for a little bit, a wave of tiredness washed over Rena. Yawning, she flicked the bathroom light off and flopped down onto her bed. She fell asleep instantly.
A few hours later she was awoken by the beeping of her alarm clock. Groggily, she turned off her alarm clock and stretched her arms above her head, unintentionally diving her nose into her cleavage.
"Huh," Rena noted. "So that actually happened last night. Weird, I thought my clothes were too small..."
Indeed, Rena's clothes had been too small, but not anymore. Her white sleep shirt now hung loosely off her frame, like it had previously, and her pants were just a little too long for her legs once again. An inspection of her closet revealed that the same thing had happened to the rest of her clothes. Intrigued, she picked up a bra, wondering how big she was now.
"36K," she read aloud. "Sweet."
She then briefly panicked, before remembering that it was spring break. Grinning crazily, she rushed downstairs. Time to marathon more online FPS!
At midnight, Rena groggily made her way back into her room. The marathon had been fun, but draining as usual. Not even bothering to shower, Rena stripped down to her underwear and went to sleep.
That night…
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