by buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:14 pm
Ch 3
Adam sat on the sofa in the living room cum kitchen of the apartment he shared with two guys, Cheng and Kyle, and three girls, Katie and the twins Sarah and Nicole. Though lately, it had been more him sharing with three girls. Kyle’s uncle had died a week ago and he’d flown home to America and Cheng, well, Cheng was never there much anyway but with the increasingly imminent approach of coursework deadlines he had effectively moved into the University Library, moving to the CMS Library a short way away when the UL closed in the evenings. That suited Adam just fine.
At the moment Adam was watching the 12:00 news on Channel 5, not the most reputable source of news but the proud home of Tracy Chambers a stunningly beautiful, mid-twenties news reporter of questionable mental acuity. Indeed, it was repeatedly evident by her failure to stress appropriate words in news reports that she frequently had no real idea what she was saying but she still attracted a great many admirers and had brought viewing figures up to record highs. She had light blond hair, shoulder length, straight and carefully coiffed, a flawless face, cute nose, blue eyes, full lips, a large bust that complemented her thin waist. Her lower body was hidden beneath a desk, but her fandom had elicited a paparazzi following that resulted in a panoply of full figure photos for tabloids to print. These depicted her thin legs, graceful hips and tight buns. Adam had some issue with a news network peddling this kind of beauty-success relationship, a view they furthered by having Tracy forgo the usual suit jacket in favour of a tight buttoned shirt stretched thin over her large D-cup breasts.
In Adam’s opinion, if Five wanted a blonde bimbo to read the news then they could have one. As Tracy’s brow furrowed slightly in concentration as she tried to pronounce Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Adam’s furrowed and seconds later Tracy’s shoulder length blonde locks began to grow, reaching most way down her back. Her sensible white bra, that was invisible against the white of her shirt turned into a far more provocative black lace push-up number, for the sake of symmetry Adam changed her underwear as well, and the outline of her new piece showed clearly against the silk shirt, a moment later the top most two buttons on her shirt were undone as well. The scene set, Adam began to very slowly augment her chest, enlarging her shirt just enough that it didn’t rip (out of respect for the watershed mark). Imbuing her bra with a structural rigidity it could not otherwise possess, Adam watched as, like bread rising in an oven, her breasts overflowed the edges of the bra, pushing against the shirt. D, DD, E, F, Tracy’s breasts grew to preposterous dimensions on a girl of such a thin frame. Although completely oblivious to the changes befalling her, Tracy couldn’t help but lean further forward as her chest expanded. As her breasts reached the size of overfull Hs Adam stopped. He ensured that they would remain perky though bouncy for decades to come and tightened her shirt to its last limit, watching as the material around each button puckered and almost able to hear the creaking sound of the material stretching. Satisfied that he had done the breast-men of the world a great service, he sought help the ass-men as well, though in a less direct way that would provide fodder for tabloid journalists in the months to come. He redistributed her body chemistry so that any and all weight she gained would go straight to her already curvy behind and, to hurry along the progress, set her up with two months of increased hunger and heightened sweet-tooth. It would likely only be weeks before Tracy received a more profitable offer from a modelling firm or some such establishment, leaving Channel 5 to find a newscaster that could report the news.
As the news was wrapping up, Katie got back from her morning classes. Dumping her bag on the counter, she walked to the fridge, opened it, stood there for a few seconds and then slammed it shut in a fit of pique, grabbed her bag and went back to the door. Knowing the answer, Adam called out, “Katie, what’s wrong?”
“Sarah and Nicole cleared the fridge, again!” was her irritated reply, “I thought I had left lettuce and tomatoes in there, evidently not. With their junk food habit it can’t have been the twins. I’m going to find some lunch.”
Actually there had been some lettuce and tomatoes in the fridge, Adam had seen them that morning and vanished them, he wasn’t about to allow such bad habits in his house.
“Want me to come with?”
“Sure, we might as well do a shop or we’ll just have to go out again tonight.”
Setting off into the rather crisp November afternoon, Adam and Katie made their way towards the local supermarket.
As she walked through the doors, Katie was set upon by sudden cravings for sugar, carbohydrates and rich fried food. Stumbling briefly, her sudden appetite causing light-headedness, she caught herself and it felt to her as though two sides of her nature were battling for her soul, or at the very least her waistline:
“No, Katie!” her wiser half insisted, “Fruit, vegetables and rice cakes, nothing else. You’ve put on 12 pounds in three weeks and you’re not putting on anymore.”
“But I’m soooo hungry,” whined her devilish side, “And just a little chocolate couldn’t do any harm. Maybe with some ice cream. Oooh, apple pie a la mode would be good.”
“No!”
“But we’ve been so good. Eating so little, resisting all those tempting treats strewn across the house. We deserve a reward.”
“We have not been good. Nicole and Sarah have derailed our diet at every turn. And we haven’t been to the gym or gone on a run in almost a month. We are getting fat and so we are getting healthy food, no arguments.”
“But look at the twins. We eat much less than they do, and they’re not fat, so how can we be fat? What harm could a little biscuit do?”
“This isn’t about Nicole and Sarah, this is about us.”
“Exactly, and we want food. Real food.”
“But we can’t,” Katie’s better nature said, without much conviction, “We’ll get fat again.”
“But the food is soooo yummy.”
“Bu...”
“No buts, end of discussion, we’re getting what I want and that’s that.”
Katie waited for the rebuttal, waited for her sensible side to mount a spirited defence of all the hard work and discipline she’d put in to keeping her figure, but none was forthcoming. She frowned and put her hand on her stomach, feeling the unfamiliar bulge of new flesh spilling over the hem of her skirt, currently hidden beneath a bulky sweater. She reflected too that she was probably only days away from her butt being too large to fit comfortably into anything but skirts and sweats.
“I’m going to need to get new clothes,” she muttered to herself under her breath, before looking up to see Adam walking towards her with a trolley, “And the way I’m feeling, another trolley.”
Adam, who had been listening to the spirited exchange in Katie’s mind, was delighted. Katie had chosen food over her figure, and all it had taken was a few pounds, and once she forsook the last vestiges of guilt she associated with the food she wanted her potential, with Adam’s nurturing, would be explosive.
As they walked up and down the aisles Adam took delight in watching Katie add more and more food to the trolley. While she was giving in to her worse impulses, Adam was doing the same. He saw an attractive yummy mummy, young baby sitting happily in the trolley seat. Adam guessed she had only had the baby four or five months ago, vestiges of baby weight adorned her wide hips and her small belly was pressed tight against the fashionable sweat pants and exercise top she wore. In the blink of an eye, the small belly began to swell until it became a veritable Buddha belly. It was devoid of definition and pillow-soft, swaying pendulously as she turned, and the formally snug top she wore was now stretched taut as a drum skin, a deep depression where her now cavernous navel resided. As she made to bend over to reach the bottom shelf, the glowing mother exhaled heavily, suddenly winded by the unexpected resistance as her stomach pressed hard into the top of her thighs.
A rather extroverted girl walking towards Adam in a pair of short-shorts and a top showcasing her seemingly endless cleavage suddenly found her belly bulging over the waistband and wrinkling the top, drawing eyes away from the her chest to the very prominent belly.
Changed though he was, when Adam rounded the corner his jaw dropped clean through the floor. He even heard Katie’s gasp. The girl walking towards them from the other end of the aisle was unlike anything Adam had ever seen. She was extraordinarily beautiful: long straight black hair that fell past her shoulders, bright green eyes, and full lips framing a perfect smile. Her skin was smooth, a shade paler than normal but completely flawless. Her body was exquisite, even to Adam. It was somewhat hard to believe, Adam could see everything and all of it was natural, and yet every aspect of her figure looked like it had been designed and shaped by a person working from the very archetype of modern beauty standards. Large pert breasts, tight round behind, slender toned waist flaring briefly to devastating hips that dove back into long thin legs. What was even more surprising was how tasteful and restrained her dress was. Flat shoes, denim jeans, a black top that obscured the outline of her waist and a dark jacket that downplayed the size of her breasts, she wasn’t even wearing any make-up. There was something more though. An aura about her, if that was the right word, that exuded sexuality seemed to permeate the air around her. Adam was astounded but he still maintained the presence of mind to know that there were a few things he could do to make her yet more beautiful, though he was inclined to have her return to normal in a few hours.
At that moment she presented a truly perfect opportunity: the girl had chosen that moment to bend over to grab something from the bottom shelf and in doing so had presented Adam with an unmissable target. As the jeans stretched to accommodate her bowed position, Adam inflated her pert behind into a real bubble-butt, watching with glee as each cheek grew into the seat of her jeans, listening intently to the screeching of stitches. As she straightened up Adam looked in admiration at one of his best efforts, her arse was remarkable now. He had only added weight so her natural pertness remained but the dramatic increase in volume had created a mesmerizing bouncing mass of flesh that swayed hypnotically as she turned. Something wasn’t quite right though.
The girl’s eyebrows furrowed. She reached around behind her and felt her enlarged asset, poking and prodding her supple cheeks. It was almost as if she was aware of the changes, but that was impossible, in theory anyway. It was at that moment that Adam felt something strange. The girl had closed her eyes, one hand cupping her buttocks, and Adam watched in disbelief as her arse shrank back to its previous taut and toned size.
Adam stared, mouth agape. In spite of everything he had done in the last month, nothing had prepared him for what he had just seen. It was too late that he realised that the girl was staring right back at him. Worse still she was marching straight at him, a look on her face that could have curdled milk, a particular danger given the litres of the stuff lining the aisle. Adam froze. He was vaguely aware that Katie had wandered down the aisle with the trolley, filling it with full-fat milk and several pots of double cream when the girl grabbed him forcefully by the arm brought her face within an inch of his and growled through bared teeth.
“What did you just do?”
Adam reacted instinctively. An instant later the girl had vanished, transported…somewhere. Adam realised with dread that he had no idea where he had sent her. As he was beginning to panic, imagining terrifying scenarios of the poor girl reappearing 20,000 leagues under the sea or inches above an active volcano he felt a tapping on his shoulder. Reeling round he found himself once again face to face with the girl only this time she was smiling broadly.
“I didn’t know I could do that!” she exclaimed. “Come to think of it, how did you do that?”
“I don’t suppose feigning ignorance would work at this point?”
“No. I tell you what, if you explain to me how you did it, I’ll do the same.”
“I’m not sure I can,” Adam began hesitantly, “My abilities aren’t entirely my own.”
“Not entirely your… If I were to say to you, ‘Weird disembodied voices’ would that mean something to you?”
Astounded, Adam stammered, “Y-Y-Yes it would. You mean they visited you as well?”
“Yes, three days ago.”
“They visited me a little under a month ago. This is incredible, the odds of this must be infinitesimal.”
“Okay, slightly personal question: The voices told me to fulfil my fantasies, because it gave them energy or something, I didn’t really understand, but is that what you were doing when you…what exactly did you do?”
Adam felt himself turning red. “Well, yes actually. I’ve always been attracted to larger girls. I know it’s a little strange but usually no one notices the changes, so I’m a little out of my depth here. What about you?”
“Well, I’m living my fantasy. Three days ago I was a nobody. I was short, a little overweight, very plain. I wanted to be looked at, to have men want me and women envy me. I know, that must sound really vain but”
“There’s really no need to explain.”
“Thanks. My god, I don’t even know your name! What is wrong with me?”
“I’m Adam.”
“Zoe.”
“Well, it’s really good to meet you. Not having someone to talk to about all this was driving me nuts.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. What did you say about people not noticing when you use your abilities?”
“Well, as best I understand”
“Adam.” Katie’s voice reminded Adam, for the first time in some minutes, that they were standing in the middle of a crowded supermarket discussing supernatural abilities granted by mysterious other-dimensional beings.
“Ah, right. Look Zoe, I need to go right now, hang on a second.” A scrap of paper and a pen appeared in his hands, Zoe looked suitably impressed. He jotted down his number and gave it to her,
“Call me later. I’ll do what I can to explain the little I understand and it’d be really cool to be able to talk to someone else about all this.”
“I’ll do that, said Zoe before flashing Adam a dazzling smile and rounding the aisle, her re-toned butt swaying somewhat mockingly away from him.
Smiling to himself Adam returned to Katie’s side, delighted to find a cart full of nutritionally questionable but calorifically meritorious items. Taking the time to add a few things, like bread, that Katie’s cravings had neglected, they headed to the check out. Adam then took the opportunity to be both chivalrous and limit Katie’s opportunity for exercise by carrying all the shopping himself back to the flat, a feat achieved by a combination of magic and magically enhanced muscles. Zoe wasn’t the only one guilty of a little vanity.
Over the next few days a number of good things happened. Firstly, Katie’s decision to resign her tightest clothes to the back of the cupboard had been an unparalleled success. Adam’s original spell doubling Katie’s food intake had been effective even before she had submitted to her sweet-tooth but now the changes were so rapid Adam frequently observed weight gain between breakfast and dinner on the same day. Katie was showing a penchant for storing weight on her hips. Already the largest part of her before she gave in to every impulse and craving they now spilt over even her loosest clothes to form very becoming lovehandles. In her tighter apparel the extra adipose accumulating on her growing belly caused the waistband to bow under its weight. Around the Music Faculty the sight of Katie in jeans was causing an increasing stir. Adam had been delighted to hear from a member of the orchestra that just that morning practice had ground to a complete halt when Katie had walked through the hall in a tight pair of jeans and tastefully chosen jumper which had lead to half the instrumentalists and the conductor staring slack-jawed at the undulating cheeks that shimmied past them. The only downside, if there was one, was that now Katie was in her eating stride there was less food around for Sarah and Nicole. However after a month of watching them stuff themselves silly with every unhealthy food imaginable and observing a gain of barely two pounds Adam had decided that he was going to have to intervene more directly, a matter he had been giving significant thought to. The other thing that was better than he’d ever hoped was Zoe. Since their improbable meeting they had talked on several occasions. Zoe, who was an art student and did not possess the scientific background that Adam had, had been delighted to discover the finer effects her abilities could have on her body and had been particularly interested when Adam had mentioned mind-reading, though Adam was not sure why.
One thing that had changed dramatically was his workload. It had been a fortnight since he had done any real work since he had finished his first draft of his dissertation two months ahead of schedule and handed in what could only be described as a ground-breaking piece of research to his supervisor who had since contacted to praise his unbelievable insights and said it was all but done. He was idly working now on a complete mapping of the human brain, not for wider publication but his own use in his private exploits and wondering what he was going to do when the phone rang.
“Hi Adam, it’s Zoe. Can you get to Parker’s Piece, like ASAP?”
“Sure, why?”
“Easier to explain when you get here, so get here now!” And with that she hung-up. Knowing it would amuse Zoe and not really feeling like walking Adam focused, remotely scanned Parker’s Piece for Zoe and teleported next to her.
“Hello,” said Adam.
“Whoa! Don’t do that!” exclaimed Zoe, smiling broadly.
“So, why am I here?”
Rather than answer, Zoe just pointed. Adam understood immediately. A short ways across from them was a small crowd of people gathered around two groups, one comprised of six girls in what appeared to be cheerleading outfits and the other a group of six girls and six boys in the Cambridge colours who Adam vaguely recognised as members of the Cambridge cheer squad.
A quick scan through the minds of those involved explained the situation and Adam reflected briefly that reading minds was becoming easier with practice. The six girls in the cheerleading outfits were visiting from America, “showing Britain how cheerleading was done”, and were doing a joint demonstration with some of the members of the Cambridge cheer squad. All was smile and international cooperation, except for the fact that of course it was not.
Cheerleading was not big in Britain and took on a very different form in Cambridge than the Americans were used to. The members were more of a gymnastics group than a cheer squad and the group had none of the stigma of shallowness or prestige of popularity associated with it in America. The American girls were plainly aware of this and looked on the British boys and girls with hollow smiles barely concealing a seething mass of contempt.
“What I want you to do is fatten the Americans then I’ll go over and make them feel all the worse. I’ve been practicing reading minds and I really like listening to people’s reactions to my body.”
A part of Adam was excited. It was a wonderful opportunity for some top quality use of his powers. However a tiny voice in the back of his mind thought it was a little bit creepy. Then again he’d been given these powers to fulfil his fantasies and this really was too good an opportunity to miss. Moreover, he would be contributing to Zoe’s fantasy as well, so it was like a two-for-one special.
He quickly scanned through the girls’ minds and identified the leader in the group. Electing to leave her till last, he picked one of the others at random and delved deeper into her mind.
Adam knew what he was looking for. And he knew he would find it sooner or later. Every girl has body image issues, big or small, and a girl like this was bound to have some pretty serious insecurities, insecurities that he could play off and would make Zoe’s fantasy all the more real. It didn’t take long to find, and Adam was somewhat disappointed that it was such a cliché: she didn’t like her “big ass”. Well Adam liked it bigger. Knowing that he wouldn’t have a lot of time to work he set about the task quicker than he otherwise would have done. A quick bit of magic and he could see the young girl from behind, her pesky skirt rendered invisible to his eyes, and he set about sculpting a real ghetto booty. As the pounds poured into the girl under his careful instruction her arse shot backwards, creating a swiftly swelling shelf behind her. Its weight and size quickly overpowered the skimpy underwear she was wearing, rapidly transforming it into a thong, so that her cheeks pressed against the top of her thighs. Then of course it started to spread. As weight accumulated itself on her hips it provided structural support for her growing cheeks as they spread further and further outwards until her dress was raised to almost horizontal. Satisfied that the girl now had a lower half fitting a woman 50lbs heavier he lengthened her skirt to protect her decency and moved onto cheerleader number two.
Number two’s insecurities stemmed from actually being in the cheerleading squad. While the other five were buxom, curvaceous and thin, she was just thin. It wasn’t a bad thing in some respects, it was often useful on squad to have a lighter member and she never had to worry about the strength of her bras or whether or not the next heavy landing would send her breasts catapulting into her face. Adam didn’t really think it was fair that this girl was excluded from such considerations, plus people’s wishes never work exactly how they think. A moment later the tiny B cups were pressing tightly into her sports bra. As they inflated further the rigid material forced her growing breasts to rise out of the top like bread as well as creeping out of the sides as the bra was stretched away from her skin, the strap biting angrily into her back. It was as the breasts passed DD that the girl began to really struggle: The relentless grasp of her bra felt like iron bands slowly tightening around her, pressing in her sides and compressing her lungs; The amount of flesh oozing out of her bra was pressing into and out of her uniform’s top; The weight too was beginning to tell. Unaccustomed to breasts that were now entering the realm of full E cup the poor girl was, apparently unconsciously, leaning further and further forward, a pained expression on her face. At last the bra snapped, relief washing over the girl’s face, and her breasts now proudly unrestrained and bordering on a size F. Satisfied that while it might not be the worst thing ever to befall the girl she did at least look ridiculous, he moved on to his next victim.
Adam already knew what he wanted to do to number 3. She had modified her uniform somewhat so that it showed several extra inches of bare midriff. Adam couldn’t help but feel that this was a lot of dead space begging to be filled. Not wanting to waste too much time he added the weight quickly and all to her middle. Over the past weeks he had grown used to seeing stomachs stuffed taut with food but now he was crafting a belly. It surged forward, forming a soft, jiggling dome in front of her that immediately began to pooch over the hem of her skirt. It grew further and further until her sizeable breasts were held aloft and the waistband of her skirt had buckled under the pressure causing the whole skirt to shimmy a few centimetres down, revealing pink satin panties still glued to her hips. The finished product was something Adam was rather proud of, a jiggling mass of flesh that swayed and sloshed as the girl breathed, protruding in front of her, almost in line with her breasts. Wanting to be sure his handiwork would be appreciated he cast another spell so that any clothes she bought would shrink in the first wash so that there were always several inches of wobbling flesh poking through.
The next cheerleader was largely uninteresting. She was so intellectually lacking that she had barely given thought to an existence where she was not thin and pretty and popular, let alone got around to comparing herself to other people. Not only was such a vapid human being a little depressing to listen to she was also unlikely to satisfy Zoe’s fantasies either. Feeling somewhat disaffected Adam had her gain 30lbs in two tenths of a second and decided to leave it at that. As he surveyed the damage to her figure he found that it was at least well-distributed. Her thighs had thickened considerably, touching as she stood and brushing together as she moved, her butt had gained a violent jiggle and her belly had begun to poke over the waistband of her skirt. Her face had rounded some, her jaw line had softened and her cheeks were slightly rounder and her arms too had lost some of their firmness. Moderately pleased but still largely disinterested Adam turned his attention to the last lackey.
The last girl was the lightest on the squad, even before Adam had begun working his magic, a feat she achieved in spite of C cup breasts and well-sized heart-shaped bum by being only 4’ 5”. Her lightness earned her a prized position, the top of the pyramid. The girl treasured the position a great deal but Adam couldn’t help but feel it didn’t really suit her shape. He began by widening the girl’s hips. Inches and inches rolled onto and then over her hips as her trim waist joined in to form lovehandles that hung seamlessly down to the flare of her hips. The weight continued to pile, a small amount of fat accumulating around her torso until it drew level with the outermost point of her unchanged breasts. Looking at her in profile he added weight to her lower belly until it folded deep over her skirt and more weight to her back until there was a complete ring of fat folded over her lower body. The girl was now, roughly, triangle shaped, at least from the waist up, making her a fitting top to the pyramid. Assuming of course that she could still get to the top. The American team, now in ruins, had only one member left who still fit the cheerleading shape ideal. It was with some anticipation that Adam at last delved into the mind of the team captain, whose name he happened to discover was Amy. What he saw brought a huge smile to his face.
Now here, he thought, was someone worthy of his time. Amy was actually living her nightmare. Over the last month her desires for greasy fried food and sugary treats had become harder and harder to ignore and the consequences had manifested themselves in 6 extra pounds. 6lbs on a cheerleading captain was a cardinal sin. It was worse: it would be grounds for a takeover from one of the other girls. So far Amy had been carefully concealing her gain, which had at least settled away from her still taut and toned stomach, but she knew that if her eating continued she would be, to put it lightly, screwed. To prevent this, she had been on a diet for over a week and had not lost a single pound. She was constantly hungry. She had frequently fantasised about lavish meals and when she slept she dreamt of food. Adam knew exactly what he wanted to do. He focused briefly and soon Amy was sound asleep, dreaming deeply yet still standing up. With little effort Adam was in her dream, invisible and all-seeing, and had quickly reshaped it to an empty white-walled room where the girl was sat at a small white table. Adam had chosen to enter the girl’s dreams for two reasons. Firstly because the passage of time in a dream bears no relation to the passage of time in the real world, so he could spend as long as he wanted in her mind. Secondly, in a dream the mind is more open to the impossible; even when the subject is unaware they are dreaming.
Amy was sitting in the chair, looking around her strange white room with a somewhat bemused look on her face, when all of a sudden a cheeseburger the size of her palm appeared in front of her. The burger was enormous, at least four pounds of meat, topped with a thick layer of gooey melted cheese, then rashers of bacon, glistening with a patina of grease, then a layer of fried onions all topped with liberal lashings of mustard and tomato relish. A broad grin spread across Amy’s face. She looked around furtively, searching for anyone who might see what she was about to do. Adam smiled. With the slightest hint of hesitation she picked up the burger, grasping it in both hands, and took as large a bite as she could. Everything about the burger was perfect, inevitable really since Adam had created it. For the briefest of moments Amy’s face was frozen in a state of beatific joy, a narrow rivulet of juice making its way down her chin, then the hunger took over. She attacked the burger with ferocity more in common with a pack of starving hyenas. Tearing into the meat, flecks of juice and sauce spattered over the pristine white table and her immaculate cheerleading uniform, she seemed to completely lose track of where she was and even what she was doing. As the last bite disappeared into her gaping maw she snapped out of her reverie, shaking her head. Her stomach growled its discontent, demanding more food. She looked down, shock visible on her face as she noticed the slight swell of her stomach into her uniform. She prodded her swollen tummy experimentally, there still seemed to be plenty of give, maybe she wasn’t full just yet. She was just about to look around for more food when she saw that the plate that she had just cleared of the burger was now piled high with a mountain of chips. Next to it sat another plate, this one piled high with onion rings, and another plate on the other side with a tower of nachos covered in cheese. Amy was somewhat taken aback at the sudden appearance of so much food, more food than she had ever dreamed of eating. She couldn’t eat this. It was at this point that she realised that, in her awestruck state, she had been holding her breath. Breathing in deeply, the intoxicating aroma of the food set out before her quickly permeated every fibre of her being. It smelled…incredible. Clearly a few chips couldn’t hurt and she was still hungry, even though a voice in the back of her mind said that was inconceivable after the burger she had eaten. She grabbed a mid-sized handful of chips, brought them slowly to her mouth. Passed her lips. Passed her teeth. Then she tasted it. The chips were better than any she’d ever had, anything she’d ever imagined. Crisp outside, light inside and a perfect blend of flavours. The tiny part of her brain that still recognised that something is not quite right vanished into the furthest recesses of her mind as the cavernous hunger that had been gnawing at her for so many weeks reared its head and roared, her stomach growling louder than she had ever heard it, and just like that Amy was lost. Her hands dove into the three piles indiscriminately, grabbing fistfuls of whichever food her fingers were in reach of before shovelling it quickly into her waiting mouth. Amy’s mouth was never empty, no sooner had she swallowed than another handful was being chewed. If this had not been a dream there was a very real possibility (if Amy had eaten in the same manner) that she would have suffocated. As Amy reached the last of the food in front of her she gradually slowed down until at last just a single onion ring sat in front of her. She picked it up, holding it between finger and thumb, and flicked it through the air into her gaping jaws, swallowing it whole. Seeming satisfied with herself she sucked the remaining grease and cheese from her fingers and lay back in her chair, both hands gently patting her engorged stomach. Adam marvelled at the sight. No longer bound by the restrictions of reality he had managed to feed to a girl as much as half her weight in food. Amy’s stomach was stretched to an inconceivable distance, giving a new meaning to the term “food baby”. Her stomach, which was taut as a drum, had been flush with her ribs when she started but now sat heavily in her lap, several inches along her thighs, all pretence of shape completely forgotten under the weight of food sitting in her belly. An uncomfortable rumble emanated from her stomach and Amy clutched tightly against it only to experience a rather unusual sensation. It felt as though it was deflating. It shrank further and further until it was barely rounded. Indeed it was back to the size it had been before she had begun eating but something was not quite right. Almost unconsciously Amy poked her previously swollen middle. With minimal effort she found she could bury her finger past the first joint in fat.
Panic filled her eyes as she continued to poke and prod the newly formed adipose that now pressed lightly into her uniform causing it to bow slightly. It took her panic filled mind several minutes to make a rather worrying realisation: She had been gaining weight for several weeks and none of it had ever settled around her waist… Sure enough a quick inspection confirmed her worse fears. She hadn’t noticed it at first but she was sitting higher in the seat. She stood up anxiously, craning her neck to try and see her engorged backside while her hands evaluated the damage for themselves. Her rump, already softer than she would have liked after her previous excesses, had swelled alarmingly. Her still pert cheeks formed a sizeable shelf that extended several inches beyond her back. Ghetto booty. The words flitted around her mind, echoing insults she herself had hurled at girls with “too much junk in the trunk”. Her hips were wider too and as she ran her hands across them she was horrified to discover that the moving flesh on her hips caused ripples in her thighs. Turning her attention upwards she was at least pleased to discover that her breasts had taken a slice. Hefting them in her hands she was surprised by their new weight, she appeared to have gone up at least a cup size.
“Well,” Amy thought drily, “At least I’m an hourglass and not an apple.”
Then something happened that Amy was completely unprepared for. There was a flash of light, she found herself sitting at the table and an enormous chocolate truffle torte was sitting proudly on the table. The dark rich chocolate was in stark contrast with the white table, again turned pure white and gleaming clean, and she licked her lips in anticipation even as the rational part of her mind shouted feebly that she was fat. Her hunger quickly won out and she was just about to attack the cake when a huge bowl appeared next to the cake filled with large scoops of rich vanilla ice cream and a jug materialised filled with dark, thick and sickly chocolate sauce. If anything was stronger than her love of greasy and fried foods it was her sweet tooth. The cake was perfect, warm and light and fluffy, with layers of chocolate woven in. The cold ice cream was in perfect balance and the chocolate sauce just augmented the entire meal. Using the sthingy that had mysteriously appeared in her hand she devoured everything in front of her, occasional errant lines of chocolate sauce fleeing from her all-consuming mouth only to be recaptured by her tongue. As the last sthingy of cake and ice cream disappeared Amy reached over and grabbed the jug of chocolate sauce. It was still half-full. Tipping back her head she raised the jug to her black and white stained lips and proceeded to down the remainder. As the last dregs trickled down her throat Amy straightened up in her chair only to be confronted by an entirely new culinary delight, the strange thing was she had no idea what it was. It looked somewhat like a pie. It was the size of a dustbin lid and about four inches deep and the top was covered in whipped cream and sliced bananas. Unable to resist, Amy took the sthingy and scraped off a thin layer of whipped cream, placed it delicately in her mouth and licked it clean. Now enthralled she quickly sunk her sthingy deep into the pie only to discover that under the whipped cream was a layer of soft caramel and another layer of slightly harder toffee before she hit the pie base. Amy loved toffee. She ate the pie as though she hadn’t eaten in days. Not a crumb escaped her notice and she had soon finished every last one in a speed that left Adam simply astounded. Her stomach was, if anything, more swollen that it had been before and, just as before, her head was lolling backwards in a sugar stupor while her hands lay gently on her bulbous belly. She felt the strange deflating sensation again and immediately woke up. Panicked by the thought of gaining still more weight Amy vainly clutched at her stomach, repulsed as she felt her fingers sink through still more fat accumulating round her waist. Conscious of it this time Amy could actually feel her bum getting fatter, feel herself rising slowly as it jutted outwards and feel it spreading across the chair as her hips widened. She fidgeted in her chair as her broadening thighs and bulging buttocks bunched her too small underwear. She felt an increasing pain across her back as a sudden explosive growth spurt hit her chest and the already restrictive sports bra became so tight that she was forced to awkwardly reach behind her and unsnap it, realising with further terror that her arms jiggled as she struggled with the clasp. Released from their fabric prison her breasts sprang forward and downwards coming to rest barely an inch away from her now quite protuberant pot-belly. If there was any consolation it was that her newly acquired and very impressive cleavage would keep people’s eyes away from the tummy bulge hanging over her waistband. Amy jumped up, already loathing the unfamiliar feeling of her entire body wobbling and dismayed by the realisation that her thighs were tightly pressed together, and while her mind revolted at the sight and feel of everything that had happened she felt the gnawing, irrepressible hunger return stronger than she had ever known. It was Adam’s final brushstroke, a ravenous hunger that would always return, and return at the worst possible moments, like in front of the dessert cart or at the doors to an all-you-can-eat buffet. The hunger was not so strong as to be irresistible, all that took was will-power, but it would be harder to resist the more you gave in to any particular craving. There was absolutely nothing stopping Amy from dieting down to her original weight, only her own eating. With no warning the perfect white floor opened up to empty black and Amy let out a soundless scream as she fell down through the dark while Adam made everything she had dreamt a reality.
Amy jerked awake where she stood and looked down. She could see her enormous EE cup breasts and nothing else. Her left hand massaged her stomach, her mind registering shock and revulsion at the soft, squishy mass pooching over her waistband while her right hand kneaded the pliable flesh adorning her rump. In spite of the fact that her fat appalled her Amy gave no thought to where it had come from only to how she was going to get rid of it. As that thought passed through her mind her nostrils flared, suddenly assaulted by the smell of the McDonald’s food that had mysteriously appeared behind her. She turned round, seeing most of her team devouring their meal, and desperately tried to resist the temptation to eat it. She reminded herself of her diet, that her clothes didn’t fit, that her thighs rubbed together and the way her behind swung like a pendulum every time she performed one of her routines. In the end though the sight of her teammates gorging themselves on burgers and chips and ice cream proved too much for her. As she reached forward and took her burger, the first of what she feared would be many, Zoe looked across at Adam, awe etched on her face that quickly turned to a mischievous grin as she walked, normally and yet somehow seductively, over to the group.