The snugness of your clothes from the night's growth had largely gone unnoticed until the first berry hit your tongue. The juice from the fruit was the perfection of ripeness; decadently sweet with just a hint of tartness to it still. As you chew there's a pulling at the hips. And the shoulders. You look down to see your bra straining to full capacity! The note was true, the berries are packing on the pounds. The hooks give way when you gain close to fifty pounds, and by then you've managed to sit up. You look down in astonishment, which has become a tricky action in itself. The delectable double chin that's formed makes it a touch hard to see, combined with the swelling breasts and belly you are unable to actually see your feet. You can feel your thighs connecting almost to the knees and your arms push from your sides as those same sides push out with plushness.
You are struggling to pull your panties down, but you can barely manage to fit an ever chubbier digit into the elastic waistband. Threads snap, fabric tears, but the stupid underwear doesn't want to give! Peeling the remains of your now tattered bra off, you discard it on the floor. The panties are biting, your legs are starting to go all tingly with pins and needles. There's only one thing to do; eat more.
The second berry is just as delicious as the first, if not more so. The flicker of temptation plays across your thoughts that you could easily devour the whole bowl, but a quick calculation would see your weight skyrocketing to over a ton. The second berry instantly goes to work. It's hard to look down as the double chin swells, bordering on a third. Your breasts are quickly overtaken by your belly, and your arms seem to blossom as well. Your hips feel as if they are in a tug-o-war with each they spread so quickly. Your backside jumps into the mix and together they manage to split the panties into rags. Your heave a sigh of relief as the constricting undergarment finally gives way. You look down at what you can, and let your now chubby hands explore the rest. Plump was left far behind, and you are now firmly in the realm of zaftig. It's soft, and wiggles every so slightly when you poke at any number of exposed areas of your now abundant flesh. Two hundred pounds in a matter of moments has definitely expanded your figure, as well as your thoughts. The idea of growing more isn't entirely unappealing, but how? The berries are sweet, but you've always been a big fan of cakes and pies, too.
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