A smile crossed your face as you made your decision. You had always wanted to put some more meat on your body – something that had been nearly impossible before due to your body possessing a high metabolism – and while you hadn’t been quite as passionate about pregnancy as May, seeing how happy she had become only made you want it even more. You were the big sister though, so it was only fair that you keep that lead though.
Your mind made up, you started writing, the pen scratching across the paper causing your looping writing to appear “I, Moka, weigh three hundred pounds and am ten months pregnant with triplets.”
Your heart hammered in your chest as you finished writing and saw the same glow appear in the text as well as fading away. Nothing happened for a few moments, but then you felt a blaze of warmth racing through your body, it almost felt like you were going to burst into flames at any moment. The pen clattered on the table as your fingers and toes spasmed and then clenched as the heat was followed with a wave of pleasure. You were so lost in the sensations that you almost missed your body rapidly swelling out, both with fat and with life. Your stomach expanded in alternating waves, first a bit of stretching from your womb, then a layer of fat, then your womb, and the fat again, and so on an so forth. You already large breasts also took their part of the growth, fat padding them further as milk bloated them even more and sloshed around within. You shirt quickly gave way under the strain of your growing body, the unfortunate garment nearly exploding off of you, quickly joined by your ill-fated bra. Your pants fare little better as your butt burst through the rear, while your hips, thighs, and calves took care of the rest, the tattered fragments falling to the floor beneath your chair.
You were left panting and gasping as the growths slowed to a stop, a thin sheen of sweat shining across your larger body. The chair groaned a bit as your new weight hit the piece of furniture. Then your stomach became a flurry of activity as the children, your children, move around within their fleshy confines. Whatever the magic of the diary was, it didn’t seem to affect you the same way that it did May, maybe it was because you were the one writing these changes. In any case, you didn’t much care at the moment, your hands roaming your body, from your turgid udders across your shifting belly to your meaty hips and rump.
You enjoyment of the new sensations was broken as May came out, “Sorry about this, but we don’t have enough here for your normal meal, especially with that salad going to waste. So here…you know, you don’t have to go around naked like that this, you big fatty,” she said as she paused upon seeing you sitting there, a hint of sisterly playfulness in her voice.
It seemed that May had been affect much like before; she didn’t seem to realize that you had ballooned up within the span of a few minutes since she last saw you. You also knew that none of your clothes had a chance of fitting you, but one more quick addition to the book, and you were dressed in a tight somewhat revealing shirt and pant combo that hugged your body while also showing off a good bit of skin. Assuming that you made that addition correctly, your closet should also be filled with excellently made clothes made for your new body. May set one of the plates she was carrying in front of you, before putting the other in front of a seat beside you that she was soon occupying. The lunch she made of a cold cut sandwich and chips seemed rather meager for your body, an annoyed grumble from your stomach seemingly agreeing, but it would do for now, or would it…?
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