This choice: Your body began to swell with fat. • Go Back...Chapter #7Who's the Fattest of Them All? by: Unknown As Melina swallowed you could feel a strange sensation from the pit of your gut. Similar to the feeling you would get when looking over a precipice to the ground very far away, your stomach jumped a little. The sinking feeling overtook your body and you began to feel the fabric of your shirt and pants cling slightly more to your small, female body. The fabric of your cotton shirt then began to feel itchy as it grew tighter on your already sizable chest.
"Wha-what are you doing to me!?" You shrieked with your female voice as you began to pull and adjust your increasingly uncomfortable clothes.
"Hmm-mm," chuckled your sister, "Well you were just far too pretty to be one of my sisters." You winced at the word 'sister', or was it because of your jeans squeezing so tightly? "Everyone knows I'm the pretty one in our family, Jessica is the little one, and..." Melina trailed off into a slight giggle once more, her eyes rolling down to look at your midsection. You winced again, this time it was definitely your jeans. Something seemed off as you unbutton your jeans, your eyes still locked onto your sister's odd, mirthful expression. You exhaled with relief as the pressure from your pants was gone, but did your body feel softer?
Melina opened her mouth again, seemingly ready to speak, "... and you're the fat one!" She broke down in laughter, obviously thinking herself the funniest person in the world.
Almost at the instant she uttered the word 'fat' the drop in your stomach came again in a second wave and you felt your body beginning to change faster. Your horrified stare at your sister then broke as you looked down at your stretching collar. Your breasts wobbled softly as they swelled. You could just make out that your cleavage was deepening as they pressed together inside your shirt. You bent down, feeling the weight of your breasts as they drooped and pulled on your collar. You could see your stomach puffing out in a slowly jiggling muffin top. All you could think to do was stare as your belly grew so large that it unzipped your fly. Your pants then began to slip down your legs. Catching them, you tried to pull them back up, but they were too tight to crest the major curve of your widening female buttocks. Your thighs thickened and filled your boxer shorts to capacity. The fabric tightened and rubbed your groin. You then began to feel hot, your thickening frame seemed to be holding in more heat, and you opened your mouth to breath better. You felt the corners of your mouth press lightly against your chubby cheeks. Letting go of your pants, you closed your eyes and grabbed your swelling bosom as the pressure of your shirt on your chest increased. A loud, feminine gasp escaped your plump lips at the feeling of your hands squeezing yourself.
"Are you actually enjoying this, you pig?" Sneered Melina, "Look at you! You're just a disgusting blob!" She shoved you, her hands pressing into your jiggling belly. You stumbled against a wall, unable to balance your increasing heft with your pants around your knees.
Still clutching your chest, you began to sweat as you heard small tearing sounds. Your hands passed over your bulging gut, now completely exposed while your breasts demanded all of the shirt fabric. Sending it jiggling as they moved towards your rear, you felt your underwear creak just before it split. The moist cloth fell limply to the floor as you tried, in vain, to hide your wobbling cheeks. You attempted again to draw your pants up with such force against your growing body that they rip, leaving your thighs jiggling as they grew. Your shirt stretched more as it moistened with sweat. Sweaty belly fat jiggled over your thighs and groin. Your shirt sleeves ripped and popped to free your plumping upper arms. You let out a girlish squeal as you felt your shirt stretch further over your ever enlarging breasts. Your thighs jiggled and wobbled, rubbing together under an enormous, fat belly. Your swelling buttocks rubbed against the cold wall as your back broadened and your sides developed roll after roll of gluttonous fat.
You glanced upward to see your sister's eyes widen and her jaw drop slowly as she took a few steps back. Soon your shirt was nothing more than a tight, wet band stretched across your enormous nipples. A loud, wet snap signaled its departure, and you groaned in pleasure as your massive, jiggling bosom swelled over top of your curvy, gelatinous physique.
"S-stop it," you moaned half in pain. You rubbed your slipper, engorged belly, feeling it slowly stop growing.
Regaining her composure, Melina turned away and said casually, "Don't worry you big slut, I only wished you'd be so fat that your clothes wouldn't fit." She glanced back at your sweaty, heaving chest. "And look! They don't!" She cackled again at her hilarious remark.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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