by hgrambly » Wed May 15, 2019 4:32 pm
Ch. 9, Pt. 2
Back at home, Ellie was finishing off a late night treat of ice cream straight from the carton. She was ravenous all day long, and finding herself alone and waiting for Jason in the evening, Ellie couldn't help but to continue her all day binge into the night.
The weight, needless to say, kept piling on. On Monday, she was 192 pounds, and by Tuesday, she crossed the 200 pound mark, with a pound to spare. By now, Ellie looked dully at the number and checked herself in the mirror. She had shrunk another inch, causing the fat accumulating around her middle to appear more prominent. At 5'8'', Ellie was still considered tall, but the extra weight had made her anything but imposing. Gone was her gazelle-like legs and tight ass. In its place was a lumpy, plush booty stretching the fabric of the gray sweatpants she picked up at a superstore.
She had a constant wedgie, as both her ass-cheeks seemed to gobble up the fabric and when she walked, she could feel them shake. It looked as if her ass was made up of two bags of liquid, slowly being filled every day with pure lard. Her hips had become just wide enough that it changed her gait, and with the sudden weight gain, Ellie was not used to the extra clearance she needed to get around things, like chairs or doorways or counters. Every once and while she would knock over a glass with her booty, or hit her side against the door-frame.
Standing stiff on the scale, Ellie stared at the number before her. 201 pounds. She was 201 pounds. But...It didn't startle her. Sure, the old Ellie was weeping deep inside her, thinking about how big of a mountain it's going to be to lose seventy pounds of fat...But the new Ellie seemed unfazed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face looked puffier, making her appear older. She even had prominent crow's feet around her eyes, but she chalked it up to having no makeup on. Then, there was her hair, which had turned mostly to a shade of brown. A few strands of blonde still remained, reminding Ellie of her former glory, but she had to dig around her dry, stiff hair to find them.
Ellie lowered her gaze on her tits. They were bigger than her perky double-d's, but they looked flatter. Saggier. They reminded her of her mothers. How deflated and old they appeared. She noticed while taking a shower the other day, how her areolas had darkened and her nipples had grown stiffer. Ellie clasped her hands around her mid-section. Her muffin-top from Sunday had turned into a full-blown spare tire, spilling over the tight fabric of her bottoms. And then, of course, was her ass, but she already knew what that looked like.
And she knew what it was going to end up like too, thought Ellie, as she jiggled it again. She sighed, picturing the woman she saw a few nights ago on the internet. After Francine and her confession, Ellie was reluctant to google Devious, let alone talk to Jason about it. The whole day, Ellie remained in her room, surviving off a cache of fast food that could feed a large family. While Jason pleaded for her to unlock the door, Ellie opened up her laptop and searched for the woman she was to become. Munching on a jelly-filled donut, Ellie found her within seconds, and at first she couldn't believe that anyone- and certainly not Jason- could masturbate to this abomination of fat! Her ass was huge! It wobbled uncontrollably! And her smoking! And her crass language! Ellie felt sick. It was soul-crushing to see her future self.
But as she stood in front of her mirror just now, a two-hundred pound, fat-bottomed girl, Ellie didn't feel so wretched. For one thing, her ass undulated sexuality. Every jiggle, shake, slap, and bounce made her wet. And the hunger that she battled for days seemed to turn into pleasure as well. Whenever she scarfed down a chili cheese dog or stuffed donuts in her mouth, she felt an explosion of pleasure. As she ate more and more, pigging out and making a mess of herself, she felt hotter and hotter. Soon, her stuffing sessions were accompanied by intense jerk-off sessions that could only be satiated by more food and visions of sex. It became harder for Ellie to control herself now. She knew that it wouldn't be long until she would forget about the consequences and eat and masturbate without any concern for her well-being. She remembered what Francine had said earlier....About how she would soon like being a fat slob, and that was the only thing that kept Ellie from giving in.
In that moment, the old Ellie came back and said to herself, 'You have to gain control. You have to stop it. You have to gain control. You have to gain control. You have to...'
Her eyes fixated on her ass again. It was so big and juicy.
'Mmmmm...' She touched it again. 'So soft. So...'
She started massaging one of her cheeks. It yielded in her hands like soft dough. She ran her hand down her crack.
'Fuck yes.' She said as she made her cheeks bounce between her palms. 'I want more...fuck more...More ass....Bigger....Fatter....Sloppier....' She said to herself as her clit came alive. 'But I need food....More food...Food for a fatty....Pizza...yes...mmmmm....Chicken wings....God....Cheese-cake!' she gasped and began touching herself. Her desires were too much. She raced to the kitchen and swung open the fridge. She dug out the three cheese-cakes she had purchased in haste this morning and ran back to her room. She threw the aluminum tins on her bed and popped off the lids. Using only her hands, she took slices of rich, creamy cheese-cake and shoved it in her mouth.
'Mmmm...Fuck....More...Bigger....Fatter!' She said, consuming the slices as quick as possible. When one tin was finished, she started on the other. Within seconds, it was gone too. On the last tin of cheese-cake, Ellie paused for a brief moment. Her cheeks were filled with cream. Her mouth smeared in chocolate sauce and vagina throbbing from all the excitement. For that dwindling moment, Ellie wondered what she was doing, like she had done so many times before. Was she finally eating not to satisfy her hunger, but for some....kink?! Was she deliberately wanting to get fat!?
Slowly, her look of horror turned into a wicked expression. A devious desire took root. She swallowed the rest of the cheese-cake in her mouth.
'Yes...' She said, starting on the last cheese-cake. 'I want to get fat. I want to be big and fat and gluttonous....Just like what Jason wants me to be....' She took a giant bite from a slice hovering near her lips. Ellie looked over to her dresser where pictures of the old Ellie were. She smiled. 'Always so thin, wasn't I? Never having a real booty. But soon....I will...' She said and went to mindlessly stuffing herself until all three tins were polished off.
Meanwhile, Maria was having a very different reaction to the spell. It had been six days since Ben masturbated to his 'dream girl,' and for the first few days, Maria felt incredible. She had more energy, and she seemed to use it to her benefit. She started jogging in her free time. In class, she didn't hide in the corner anymore, opting to participate with the lecturer instead. Her weight seemed to be dropping too, and Maria noticed the overall shape of her body seemed to change as well, with her shoulders becoming more prominent and her arms looking a tad muscular. Strangely though, by the third day, a curious bump started forming just below her chin. Maria touched it, and it didn't feel to her like a zit or a boil, and as it grew harder and more prominent, Maria worried about what it could be.
But her attention was more directed to the major change in her body taking place in her pants. Within six days, Maria's vagina swelled up, and her clit started to grow. Little by little...Just poking out from under the ends of her labia. It looked so raw that Maria thought she might have an infection. But as time passed, her clit grew to the size of a pinky finger. Her vagina dwindled, and by Sunday, Maria found that she could only urinate through the 'clit' that was now the size of a vienna sausage.
Maria was no stranger to the human anatomy, but she was dumbfounded about what it could be until she could no longer urinate sitting down. She was nearly in tears when Francine found her Tuesday, just before she was going to text Jason.
'What's the matter?' Asked Francine as she was adjusting her clothes. Normal boring attire felt strange to Francine. As if covering up made her feel more exposed. After this ordeal, she thought to herself, she should try on some of her lingerie she bought earlier. She got turned on by that thought.
'I don't know what I'm turning into!' Maria said through cupped hands. Francine looked her up and down. It was an odd sight. Maria always looked so matronly. With wide hips and motherly breasts. But here she looked almost tomboyish. Her breasts lost some of their cleavage, and her hips shrunk. She looked like she lost a good thirty pounds. On top of that, the loss of fat seemed to make Maria's face more chiseled. Her voice too seemed...off. And her black latina hair started turning shades of blonde like Francine's.
With a deepening tone, Maria asked Francine if she could reverse the spell. Francine told the truth.
'No, I can't. Not until you've completed your transformation. I don't see what's so bad, Maria, you look thinner, and...'
Maria looked up at Francine. Francine nearly recoiled. Was she looking more....masculine? Francine wondered. Was that a stubble around her chin? And what's that on her neck?
'I'm turning into a guy!' Maria admitted.
'How can you tell?' Francine said, trying to soothe her friend.
'Because of this!' Maria said and stood up. She quickly pulled down her baggy pants, revealing a small, reddish member resting against a deflated bag of skin. It was shocking for Francine to see, but after close inspection, it did appear to be a penis. Albeit a very tiny one.
'Oh my God....' She said. She leaned in closer to get a better look. The shaft was barely two inches long. The head was not yet developed, but there was a small hole from which Maria could piss. At the base of her forming penis was enough skin to facilitate two testicles. But she was not quite there, so it looked like a grotesque bundle of wrinkles.
'Does it hurt at all?'
'No,' Said Maria, too embarrassed to look down at Francine, 'Just a little...uncomfortable, that's all.'
'Does it feel...good?'
'What?'
'I mean- have you played with it, yet?'
'Jesus, Francine! Your best friend is turning into a man and all you can think about is sex!'
'No, Maria, I just meant...' What did she mean, exactly? She tried to think rationally. She stood back up to let Maria clothe herself. '...Do you think Ben is gay?'
'No! Of course not. He's dated women before. And besides, my tits haven't vanished!' She said grabbing them both through her shirt. In her hands, they seemed rounder and more pert to Francine's inspecting gaze.
'Could I feel them?' She asked.
'Knock yourself out.' She said, releasing her breasts.
Francine groped Maria's tits for a minute. They felt different....Not quite like breasts, but something..artificial.
'Take your top off.'
'Oh my God, Francine-!.'
'I have a theory about what you're becoming, but I have to see your tits.'
'Fine...' Maria said reluctantly. She took off her shirt and undid her bra. As the last supporting fabric fell, a strange thing happened. It was almost imperceptible to most men, but to a woman, it seemed obvious. Breasts normally slackened or sink against one's chest without any support. Maria's tits didn't move at all! They stayed nice and pert on her ribcage as if....as if...
Maria noticed Francine's expression.
'What?'
'I think I know what you're turning into, but I don't think you want to know...'
'Francine, you have to tell me.'
'Are you sure?' Francine asked as she watched Maria put her bra back on.
'Yes, I'm sure...'
'Well, there's good news and bad news. What do you want first?'
Maria thought for a moment. 'The good news.'
'Okay...Well, the person you're becoming thinks they're a woman.'
'...And the bad news?'
'...But...they're really not.'
Maria was dumbfounded. But after a moment, she realized what Francine was getting at. Her mouth flew open.
'I guess Ben likes chicks with dicks,' Added Francine, cackling out loud.