David peered into the hall, glancing longingly towards the kitchen before shutting his with a soft click. He was well aware of the tent in his pants as he thought about his sister feasting downstairs. He glanced at his bed before sitting down in front of his computer, waiting for it to wake from it's sleep. He tossed his jacket on the floor, reminding himself that he would need to deposit his check after school tomorrow.
A few minutes later, he found himself on his usual websites as images of fat women filled his screen. As long as he could remember, he'd always been attracted to fat girls. He had even wished he was one from time to time, though he knew that was never going to happen. Still, he found the thought of being a girl who was unable to stop getting fatter extremely arousing. He loved when he could find a video or pictures of a girl as she went from a twig to hardly able to move. He fantasized about being one of them.
He was a young girl, maybe 12 or 13. He was so hungry, and no matter how much he ate, it wasn't enough. Every day he was a little bit fatter, and more enslaved to food. He was big now. His parents kept commenting on how fat he was, but he wasn't stopping. He was still growing. He couldn't stop if he wanted, he'd long since lost the will to resist the temptation to eat. He'd broken a chair just from his weight. Still, he didn't stop. He was huge. By far the fattest girl in school, if not the town. He couldn't stop. Couldn't stop growing. He didn't want to. He was massive. Growing. He can't reach past his belly. Growing. His legs quiver. Growing. He's stuck in bed. Growing. The bed is too small. Growing. Growing. Growing. Never stopping.
He gasped as a wave of pleasure filled his body. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as the daydream faded. That's usually how it went for him. He had always imagined himself as the girl, unable to resist her own taboo desires. It hadn't gotten any better for him as he watched his sister, Rose, starting to get fat. She used to be a twig, though he hadn't really found her that attractive when she had been. However, that had changed recently.
Less than a year ago, just after her 16th birthday, Rose stopped going to soccer practice and started hanging out in her room more often. She had always eaten healthy, complaining that she didn't want to get fat, but that changed too. She stopped eating salads and started eating out more often. She worked at a fast food restaurant, and he had often seen her snacking on the food whenever he'd gone in while she was there. It didn't take long for David to notice that she was starting to get a bit of a belly, and that's when he really started to take note. It was like a real-life fantasy for him.
A couple months later, she had stopped doing any of her exercises as her portion sizes grew almost daily. By this point, his parents had noticed his sister starting to get fatter as well. His mother had expressed concern at Rose's recent weight gain, but had said that it was her choice and she wasn't going to stop her. Rose had thrown quite the tantrum, and his mother had mostly left it alone since then. Though, she did still comment on Rose's growing body occasionally. Especially when Rose was asking for new clothes because she'd outgrown her old ones.
David was glad that Rose hadn't stopped at that point. He was enjoying watching her fatten herself up, and was hopeful that she'd continue. He loved seeing her go from a thin girl to the chubby girl she was now. Especially, after the first time he'd caught her sneaking out of bed for food. He sighed, throwing his used underwear into a pile of dirty laundry, hoping his mother wouldn't notice the stains as he crawled into bed.
He was embarrassed to admit it, but he had always wished he could be his sister, especially since she started growing. He had often fantasized about being her. About fattening up his body. Sarah probably didn't realize it, but she had hit pretty close to home. He had always wondered what it would be like to be a girl. He'd often wished he could be. He had never told anyone though. He was sure that they wouldn't understand.
He wasn't sure when he drifted off to sleep, his fantasies of being his sister turning into dreams. He enjoyed it as his body grew fatter every day. He pushed himself to stretch his stomach, though that wasn't hard. He was driven by a primal desire to eat. At first it had started as curiosity. Then he found that he wasn't satisfied with what he used to eat. He was bored, he grabbed a package of cookies plopping down in front of the TV. The bag was gone? There's no way he could've eaten the whole package. Still, he was hungry. Maybe some fast food. Fast food was easier. It was also better than whatever they were serving at school. Work sucked. No one would care if he skimmed a little of the food for himself. It always made him feel better.
He jumped as his alarm went off, blaring loudly. He blinked in the semi-darkness glancing at the time. Just after 6. His stomach rumbled as the smell of bacon wafted up from the kitchen, and his mouth began watering. His mind returned to the dream that he'd been having. It had felt so real. He found himself growing more aroused as he thought about it. He wished that was real. Instinctively his hand darted to his groin...
He stopped, feeling panic as he began reaching around his groin. It wasn't there. But that wasn't possible. He shivered as his hands caressed a pair of folds. He jumped out of bed, glancing at his naked body. It wasn't there. His breathing was coming faster and faster. He felt light headed as he took in the slit where his penis had been. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down.
He rushed over towards the antique mirror in the corner of his room, looking himself up and down. His hair was looking a little bit longer, and his nipples were noticeably darker. Other than that, the only other difference was the fact that he had a vagina instead of a penis. He still looked like David, though maybe a tad more feminine. Still, he had no idea how this could be possible. Though, as he took it in, a part of him was growing excited.
He bit his lip. Isn't this what he'd always dreamed of. This should be a wish come true. Though, he'd always taken comfort in knowing that it would never actually happen. But there was no denying the changes to his body. Fortunately, he was sure that no one would notice. He needed to figure out what was going on.
His thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling from the kitchen, "Girls, breakfast is ready."
Girls? What had she meant by girls? Could she already think that David was a girl? But how could that be? He had only just noticed it. This was all so confusing. And on top of that, it was getting hard to ignore how hungry he was.
He threw on some clothes, his head still spinning as he left his room almost running into Rose as he tried to get his head around what was happening.
"Hey. Watch it twerp." Rose shot, as she tugged on her too tight shirt.
"Sorry."
Rose just shook her head and made her way downstairs. Despite everything that was going on, he still found himself aroused by his growing sister. He had been able to see her belly poking out of her shirt slightly, and he was sure that he'd seen some stretch marks on her sides. That was just more proof that she really was growing. Instinctively he wished that could be her before he remembered his crisis.
David took one last glance into his sister's room, noticing a significant increase in the number of empty snack wrappers since the night before. It was almost like she was trying to get fat, but that wouldn't make any sense. Still, he didn't have time to worry about it right now.
He made his way downstairs, turning into the kitchen. His mother was placing a large plate of food in front of Rose. It seemed like it was almost a challenge between those two. Every day it seemed like his mom gave Rose more food than the day before. As if she was trying to make her realize how fat she was starting to get. And every day, Rose would eat all the food. Adding to her growing body. He wasn't sure which one would win out first, or if there ever would be a winner. They both were stubborn enough that Rose might be immobile before his mother stopped increasing the size of her meals. He took a deep breath as he tried to quell the arousal from that thought.
"Don't just stand there Catherine, sit down and eat up." His mother said, placing a much smaller portioned plate at his spot.
His mind reeled. That was the name he'd always thought of when he'd imagined himself as a girl. More importantly, it was the name that he'd given to Sarah the night before. How could this be happening? Did they all see him as a girl now? Was he actually Catherine?
His mother gave him a worried look as he drifted towards the table and started eating. He hardly paid any attention to what he was eating as his mind tried to process the implications of what was going on. However, before he knew it, he found his plate empty as he watched his sister finish her feast before standing. Her shirt was stretching even tighter around her now full belly as she left the room. With that arousing distraction gone, he realized that this might be his chance to see what if felt like to stuff himself as a girl.
He glanced at his mother, he knew there would be more food left. She always made more in case Rose wasn't satisfied. Still, maybe he should focus on finding out more about his life now. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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