In the Blink of an Eye

         
         
In the vastness of the universe, a single small change can rewrite the very fabric of reality. Even something as small as two atoms colliding in just the right way at just the right time can cause unpredictable changes with far reaching consequences. This is actually how new realities are born, the changes actually rewriting history itself so that everyone within this new reality sees the changes as the norm. It just so happened that such an event was actually happening, and the people of Earth were about to be changed forever in the blink of an eye.
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Hailey was nervous. Standing in her bathroom in her underwear, she was preparing to weigh herself, ready to see if months of dieting and exercising had paid off. Before she stepped onto the scales, she took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, checking out the fruitts of her labor.


Standing before the mirror, Hailey got a good look at herself. Her face was framed by a bob cut of brown hair, trim and toned with a slight softness. Her chest had a slight heft to it, her breasts perfectly cupped by her green bra and her arms were well toned from her routine. Her stomach... wasn't particularly toned yet, still having a slight softness to it. Turning around, she took a moment to admire her ass and her legs, all of which were well toned and shapely. All in all, she looked to have been around 120 lbs if she had to guess. Feeling satisfied and a little proud, she looked towards the scale and knew it was time for the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the scale, waited for it to register her weight, and looked down. And in the blink of an eye, everything changed.


Hailey was confused at what she was doing. Why was she looking at the scale when she should have been looking at the display on her bathroom counter. After all, her belly was too big to look past. Looking up at the display, she was shocked to see the shining red 306 on the screen. Surprise turned to joy and pride in herself, as she had not only reached her goal weight, but also went over it by six pounds. Hailey couldn't have been happier, all those months of dieting and exercise having paid off (especially the exercise, building up a nice layer of muscle to support all that extra blubber). Cheering for herself and giving her belly a celebratory jiggle, she waddled back over to the mirror to admire herself and her hard work again.


Looking into the mirror, Hailey was met with the kind of body most strive for. Her brown bob cut framed her round face perfectly, complimenting her chubby cheeks and soft double chin. Her hefty breasts muffined over the cups of her bra, clearly begging for an upsizing. Stretching her arms out, she took a moment to shake her large, flabby bingo wings before reaching down to her belly to give a gentle rub. Speaking of her belly, it was probably the part of her she took the most pride in, being a perfectly round ball of pale flesh that hung low enough to almost cover her crotch completely, the centerpiece of any apple shaped woman. Of course, her ass was her second favorite, large and meaty with some dimples, all supported by a pair of tree trunk-like legs. All in all, Hailey couldn't get enough of herself and how she looked, 306 lbs of belly heavy perfection. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she contemplated gaining another hundred pounds, curious to see how long it would take for her belly to grow big enough to fully conceal her panties. Making her way to her bedroom to get dressed, she decided to head out to the local bakery and buy herself a chocolate cake, both to celebrate reaching her goal, and to get a head start on reaching four hundred.
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Natalie looked sheepishly out the door of her house, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. It had been a while since she had gone for a jog and she wasn't entirely sure if she was ready to jump back into it just yet. It wasn't like she was getting fat or anything (though her butt was looking a little bigger lately). In fact, she used to go jogging all the time before her accident, helping her clear her mind and deal with her social anxiety, as well as being a good chance to look for guys (at least in theory, she never really had any luck there). Of course, after she broke her leg after tripping down the stairs a month ago, jogging had been off the table; and now that her leg was all healed up, Natalie was worried about her running form looking weird. Figuring that she couldn't avoid this forever, she decided to take a chance and get back out there... after going through her checklist of course (the body and mind were willing, but the spirit was weak).


First, Natalie took out a hair band and tied her red mane into a loose ponytail to keep it from getting into her eyes. Next, taking out a bottle of sunscreen, she squirted the contents out into her free hand and liberally lotioned herself (skin of Irish descent and prolonged exposure to the sun don't mix, and she had the freckles to prove it). After that, she proceeded to adjust her jogging outfit, reaching under her t-shirt to check if her sports bra was on straight (she was only a B-cup but still), and then making sure her shorts weren't riding up (she could've sworn her ass had gotten bigger during recovery). Satisfied with how she looked, Natalie proceeded to go outside and began her jog. She was actually doing pretty good for someone who had last jogged a month ago, her form was good, her pace was steady, and her breathing was kept at an even rate. After a while, she felt eager enough to speed up, going for a full sprint. And in the blink of an eye, everything changed.


Staggering a bit as she regained her balance, Natalie was confused at why she was suddenly running. She knew better than to rush like that, especially during a power waddle. Chalking it up to being overly excited to be able to do her power waddling again, she was surprised to hear a loud slapping sound coming from behind her. Natalie's chubby cheeks grew bright red, red enough to conceal her freckles, as she realized where that sound was coming from: it was the sound of her massive ass cheeks clapping from the abrupt stop. Looking over her shoulder, her cheeks grew even redder as she saw those two freckled mounds jostle and jiggle wildly, causing her shorts to ride up her crack. Embarrassed about her surprise full moon, Natalie ran for cover in a nearby bush, too flustered to care that her sudden burst of speed was only making her wedgie worse.


Hyperventilating from embarrassment, Natalie desperately tried to unwedge her shorts from between her wobbling cheeks with one hand while rubbing her chunky potbelly with the other. While most women would dream of having a figure like hers (not that she was complaining about that herself), the 350 lb pear shaped girl was more often mortified by the attention her enormous rump brought her. She had always been an anxious person since she was a teenager, and while she went through the Freshman 150 like most girls when she went to college, a vicious cycle of stress eating caused tacked an extra fifty pounds. As a result, she's developed a very bottom heavy figure, her upper half being relatively thin with double D breasts, chubby cheeks, the beginnings of a double chin, and fairly thick arms (though nowhere near forming bingo wings yet); all of which made her bottom half look even bigger by comparison, with her tree trunk legs, burgeoning saddlebags, wide hips, pudgy feet and cankles, and a pot belly big enough to hang over her waistband and always peek out from under her shirts. However, at the center of it all was her ass, a massive shelf of dimpled, freckled blubber that had often gotten her into a few spots, from knocking over displays to getting stuck in booths and office chairs. All of the attention this brings only adds onto her already mounting stress, causing Natalie to indulge in even more stress eating, a vicious cycle indeed.


As she tried to get her shorts free from between the pair of freckled boulders, Natalie was shocked when she heard someone call out to her, asking, "Hello? Is someone in there?" Cautiously poking her head out from the bush, she saw that it was a man, and pretty handsome one at that, with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Judging by his own T-shirt, hoodie, and shorts he had been out for a jog that day. Feeling incredibly awkward, Natalie nervously said in reply, "H-hi there." "Hey," the man said, looking rather concerned. "Are you alright in there? You aren't hurt or anything, are you?" "N-no, n-nothing like that?" Natalie awkwardly explained. "I... uh... I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction and I'm trying to fix it." Looking a bit relieved, the man asked, "Oh, that's all? That doesn't sound too bad. If you want, I can lend you my hoodie if you want. I know most men's clothes are too small for women, but it's better than nothing, right?" Surprised by the kind offer, Natalie stepped out from the bush, making sure to hide her wedgie as she answered, "That's all right, really. It's just that my shorts are riding up like crazy and my cheeks are out in the open. It's really nice of you to offer though." Momentarily stunned by the gorgeous, pear shaped beauty before him, the man blushed slightly as he said, "S-sure, don't mention it. You know, my place is only a block from here. If you want, you can come over and take care of your shorts in private. I can make you a pan of brownies afterwards, if you want. It wouldn't be any trouble."


Natalie's eyes lit up at the sound of that. Privacy, brownies, and a cute guy? What more could anyone ask for? Maybe he'd feed them to her, maybe even rub her belly while she ate. Blushing at the thought, she happily answered, "Sure, I'd like that. Thank you. My name's Natalie, by the way." "Nice to meet you. I'm Lucas," the man said as he handed Natalie his hoodie. Taking the hoodie, Natalie attempted to cover her exposed cheeks with the jacket, though she only managed to cover the crack, the rest of her blubber butt still on display. With that, the pair made their way back to Lucas' home hand in hand, a future relationship born from embarrassment and brownies.
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Gloria was waiting in line at the Wendy's near the Target she worked at. This was the fourth trip to this Wendy's that week, though it certainly wasn't because she thought the food was good. If anything, she was actually getting sick of their burgers and fries by that point, not to mention she had already gained ten pounds from having lunch there everyday for the past few weeks (though it did make her chest fuller and forced her to go up a cup size). No, if anything brought her to that particular Wendy's, it was definitely her: the new cashier, Melody. Having been hired recently, Melody had to have been the cutest woman Gloria had ever seen, with her blonde hair with sky blue highlights, vibrant green eyes, kind smile, and lovely figure (though she had a little bit of a muffin top, not that Gloria was one to judge). All in all, Gloria knew she had to get this girl's number, even if she had to endure meal after meal at Wendy's to get it.


Finally reaching the counter, Gloria noticed that Melody's smile seemed to brighten at the sight of her. "Hey, look who's right on time," the cashier said in a friendly tone. "Gloria, right? Let me guess, the #1 combo as usual?" Ah yes, the #1 combo, Gloria was very familiar with that one: a burger consisting of a "fresh, never frozen" patty that had been pressed to point of having all the grease wrung out of it topped with two slices of American cheese, ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and soggy veggies, all served between a lukewarm bun and with a side order of fries that had been sitting under a heat lamp for a little too long and a drink. That had been her go to meal for each Wendy's trip, mainly for its comparative affordability. However, Gloria decided to shake things up a bit today (mostly to use the opportunity to ask Melody out). "Well, actually," she said as casually as she could. "I'm actually meeting someone here today, so can I get two #1 combos." Looking a little surprised at this, Melody simply said, "Alright, I can make that happen. I'll have it out in a jiffy." With that, Gloria paid for her order, and Melody went back to the kitchen to get it ready, leaving the eager Latina to wait. Wasting no time, she quickly adjusted her appearance to look her best, sweeping her long, black hair out of her face and adjusting her shirt to make her chest more apparent. And in the blink of an eye, everything changed.


As Gloria tried to pull her shirt down, the topmost buttons of her red polo shirt flew off, unable to withstand the pressure of her M-cup breasts. She was more than a little embarrassed, having the expanse of caramel colored skin exposed, as well as the hem of her white bra, the overstressed garment struggling to hold back the fleshy mounds as they muffined over the edges of the cups. Between the bra that was holding on for dear life and her equally flabby potbelly, it was probably the only support the massive mammaries had, each one bigger than her own head, including both of her chins and jowls. Gloria had known that she was due to go up a uniform size sooner or later, but she never thought it would be this soon, as the red polo and khaki pants were struggling to hold back all 400 lbs of her. Things only got worse as Gloria tried to fix the fashion fail, only to hear a familiar voice call out, "Alright Gloria, your orders ready to..."


Looking up at the cashier, Gloria couldn't help but feel a bit flustered at the sight of Melody. There she was, holding a tray carrying two hefty bags, each one containing five three patty bacon cheeseburgers, an extra large fries, and two gallon size cups for soda. Of course, that paled in comparison to the big cutie carrying the tray itself, her entire body fat all over. Her flabby arms jiggling from carrying the heavy load and her own hefty chest threatening to knock the food clean off. Wrapped around her were two large aprons, one covering her wobbling front and the other covering her massive behind (how Gloria missed those in the first place, she had no clue). Looking the latina over, Melody asked, "So you've outgrown your uniform too?" "Y-yeah, I popped the buttons on my shirt," Gloria explained, her chubby cheeks blushing wildly. "That's nothing. Check this out," the cashier said as she lifted her front apron, revealing her large hanging double belly, the lower roll having been tucked into her pink and green striped panties, both on display after having popped the button on her pants. Gloria also saw that Melody had outgrown her shirt, her thick, luscious love handles spilling out from under the shirt and muffin topping over her pants (with Gloria finding it hard to resist reaching over the counter and giving them a squeeze and jiggle). "I split my pants in the back too, that's why I'm wearing two aprons," Melody added as she handed the bags over to Gloria. "Well anyway, here's your order. I hope you and your friend enjoy your meals."


Seeing her chance, Gloria took the hefty sacks of bacon cheeseburgery goodness and casually started, "Well, actually, I'm..." However, at the last moment, her words caught in her throat as the extra large Latina caught a serious case of cold feet. Finally, after a few awkward attempts at finding her voice, Gloria slumped in defeat, muttering, "Oh forget it." Looking concerned, Melody asked, "Is something wrong? Was it something I did?" "No, nothing like that," Gloria said in reply. "It's just that... I had this whole thing planned out where I was going to pretend that I was meeting someone here and claim that they canceled at the last minute so I could have an excuse to invite you to join me for lunch, but I realized now that it was so stupid... the plan, not me asking you out." "So, what you're saying is that you were going to ask me out?" Melody asked, still processing what she just learned. All Gloria could squeak out was a small, "Y-yeah." "Well thank god," Melody said as she squeezed her 400 lb bulk out from behind the counter. "I thought you'd never ask. Seriously, you've been coming here for weeks. I knew you were nervous and all, but still." Looking surprised, Gloria asked, "Wait, you knew this whole time?" "Of course I did," the cashier explained as she waddled up to stunned Latina. "I've actually been slipping you some extra fries in your order, cause... well, I think you're cute. But for our next date, do you mind if we eat somewhere where I don't have to prepare the food?" Gloria simply smiled at this as she answered, "Sure, I'd like that." With that, the two bulging beauties waddled their collective 800 lbs over to a nearby table and after settling in, began tucking into their meal, savoring every bite.
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Over in Malibu, Luiza and her friends were hanging out at her beach house. Looking out at the sea from her balcony and letting the sun kiss her tanned skin, she was certainly having the time of her life. As she took a sip from her martini, her friends, Lynn and Rose, peered into her room and said, "Come on Luiza, we're heading to the pool. Get your bikini on." "I am, girls," Luiza said, placing her glass on the bedside table. "I was just taking a moment to admire the view, that's all." "Well hurry up, Luz," Rose said, already clad in a yellow one piece that showed off her shapely buns. "It's girls' trip time, and you know what that means: poolside with cold drinks and hot gos." "Yeah, and you don't want to miss out on this," Lynn added, sporting a green and white bikini on her petite frame (a figure expected of someone who was a gymnast in college). "I heard some news about Michelle from work, and it's real good." "Really," Luiza said in reply, her eyes lighting up. "In that case, I'll get changed. You two go on ahead. Don't get started without me, though. I'm not missing out on any of this, especially whatever you heard about Michelle." With that, the other two women went off to the pool, leaving Luiza alone to get dressed.


Going to her closet and pulling out a red bikini, Luiza stripped off her clothes and changed into her swimsuit. Having put the bikini on, she walked over to the full length mirror in her room and took a moment to admire herself. Brushing aside her black, waist length hair, she couldn't help but take pride in her reflection, her light brown skin and hourglass figure from her mom's side of the family. Placing a hand on her hip and studying herself, though, she couldn't help but feel like something was off, almost like something was missing. After a few minutes, she finally decided what was missing: a sarong. Heading back to her closet, she pulled out a light green sarong and proceeded to tie it around her waist. And in the blink of an eye, everything changed.


To her shock and surprise, Luiza found that she couldn't get the corners of her sarong close enough to tie together. Swearing under her breath, she had been certain that she had bought the right size. Looking down, however, she saw that, for some odd reason, she had been attempting to wrap the cloth around both her ass and her belly. She was legitimately confused at this, mainly because everyone knew that a sarong under the belly, accentuating both the hips and butt while putting the belly front and center. Realizing her mistake, Luiza lifted her belly with one hand enough to slide the front half of the sarong into place, releasing the flabby roll afterwards to keep the garment from falling. With the cloth in place, she then proceeded to grab the corners of the sarong and tied them together, the resulting knot causing it to sink into the fold between her love handles and hip fat. Satisfied with her work, the caramel skinned beauty waddled over to her mirror to give herself one last look over.


Staring at her reflection, Luiza could not help but feel impressed by how big she had gotten over the past few months. Ever since she had hit the 600 pound mark a couple of months ago, she had steadily been bulking up faster than ever, apparently clocking in at 633 lbs according to her weigh in last week. Her legs were enormous pillars of flab and saddlebags, her knees having begun to pucker between the fat of her thighs and calves, and even her feet and toes had grown pudgy under her cankles. Her hips were wide and flabby, easily brushing the sides of door frames when she walked through, as well as a shelf of an ass that swallowed up any bottoms she wore. Her large gut was split into two meaty rolls, the bottom roll sagging low enough to completely obscure her crotch, while also jutting out far enough to put her deep navel on display. Her upper belly roll, while sizable on its own, was easily dwarfed by her massive breasts, each hulking mammary easily dwarfing her head as they bulged over the cups of her top. Her arms were particularly swollen with fat, with huge, flabby bingo wings that obscured her elbows, and thick, meaty forearms that ended in chubby hands with plump fingers. Lastly was her head, her cheeks, chins and neck having merged into a single roll, giving her a very round face framed by long black hair. Feeling like she spent enough time admiring herself, Luiza picked her spiked milkshake up from the side table where she left it and began waddling her way to the pool.


Arriving at the pool, Luiza soon met up with her friends, the two women resting their bulk in the shallow end. While Rose and Lynn were each only five pounds lighter than Luiza herself, they each carried their bulk in their own way. Rose carried her mostly in her ass and hips, easily dwarfing Luiza's own rear with a booty large enough to sag down over the back of her thighs (though her belly was no slouch either, being big enough to spill out through the leg holes of her one piece). Lynn, on the other hand, with her apple shaped figure and being a few inches shorter than the other two, was certainly wider than her friends, with her belly hanging low enough to touch her knees (a figure expected of someone who was a sumo wrestler in college). Noticing Luiza had arrived, Rose said, "Well look who finally showed up. Come on in, girl. The water's fine." Taking her friend's advice, Luiza waddled into the pool, letting the water cool her blubbery bulk.


Relaxing in the pool and taking a sip from her shake, Luiza turned towards her friends and asked, "Alright, so what've you heard about Michelle?" "Okay, so you've noticed how Michelle hasn't been in the office for the past couple of days?" Lynn asked, a coy smile spreading across her chunky face. "Well, I heard she's been shopping for a mobility scooter. Apparently, she's been dating this rich guy and she's been packing on the pounds ever since. The folks over in marketing have been betting that she'll be filing for immobility by the end of the year at this rate." "Really?" Luiza asked, intrigued by the news. "I mean, I knew she was getting huge, but I didn't think she was getting that big." In retrospect, she should have suspected something was up with Michelle. She had always been the biggest girl in the office, though even Luiza was surprised to see that Michelle's belly was half a foot away from touching her feet. Now that the possibility of her becoming immobile was on the horizon, Luiza couldn't help but feel a sense of respect towards Michelle (not to mention, a little turned on).


"So how much would you suppose Michelle weighs now?" Luiza asked before taking a sip of her milkshake, letting the mixture of milk, ice cream, and kahlua sit on her tongue before swallowing. Scratching her head and teasing a curly red lock, Rose answered, "I'm not sure. Somewhere between eight hundred and eight hundred and fifty if I had to guess. Maybe closer to nine hundred for all I know." Nodding at this and fondling her lower belly roll with her free hand, Luiza simply said, "Interesting." Noticing the look in her eye, Lynn asked, "Girl, you're not planning on becoming immobile, are you?" "Well..." Luiza answered contemplatively. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it." "Oh for sure, we've all had those thoughts," Rose interjected, giving her own flabby spare tire a gentle wobble under the water. "But let's be real for a second, most women who are immobile are usually rich or marry someone rich, and even then, it's usually an influencer. Hell, even Michelle only got as big as she did because she found herself a sugar daddy." "That's a fair point," Luiza said, shrugging her plush shoulders. "I mean, think about all the different immobile women out there, Kim Kardashian, Kate Middleton, Alanah Pearce; those women are loaded... It's still nice to fantasize about, though." "Damn right, it is," Rose said as all three women clinked their glasses, chuckling to themselves all the while.
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And thus draws a close to our visit to this new reality for now. Perhaps, one day, we'll return to this strange new world, and bear witness to the changes that it experienced in the blink of an eye.