The Mystery

[Batman76]

Local French Teacher Sarah Smith notices that something very odd is happening in her idyllic New England Town: the local weight seems to be rising. But why is it only happening to the women, especially young, attractive women? Is it the inexplicable ice cream trucks? The new factory outside city limits? Related to the odd lights at the local military base or that strange fog off the ocean?

Sarah will have to team up with an estranged friend to try and solve the mystery, before its too late...

 

Chapter 1: The One Who Stayed, Thin.

Sarah's feet flashed down the park pavement on a humid June night, running flat out while her ear buds roared and her blonde hair flopped in a pony tail.

She felt muscles burn and kept going, letting the sensation be a thrill instead of a pain. She felt her lungs inhale to maximum and her breasts, still a little floppy from her pregnancy four years ago, heave against the sports bra that was a little too unsupportive. They were all old, familiar feelings to someone who'd been running for fifteen years, well, except the last one which would never feel right. Trading pert Bs for lower set Cs wasn't the best thing in the world even if her husband kept looking at them.

They didn't exactly feel great either, she reflected as she took a short water and stretch break at mile number three, half way through her run. Twenty seven wasn't old by any means, but she couldn't run unstretched like she could in high school and not wake up in a mess of cramps and strains and pains. She had to run careful now but she also had to run, there wasn't a choice to her. Twenty seven was a time in your life where you couldn't let your self slide otherwise you could get pretty big pretty quick. There were a couple women she saw around town who in High School had been her size and who now were pressing three hundred, even with out kids.

She didn't think to herself how crazy it was someone could be that big, Sarah knew it would be easy. She'd gained forty pounds her first pregnancy before she'd realized it, alerted only by the sudden uncooperation of her pre-bought maternity pants. She'd lost the baby weight if not the stretch marks but noticed how easy it was for a lot of moms in her daugher's play groups to lose the initial weight and then through stress and further births just sort of slide into obesity out of inertia. Her own mom had been like that, a home coming queen in High School and a runner herself in college, and Sarah had no memory of her being anything less than fat. Her job as a high school teacher, wasn't exactly great for staying thin: her female cohorts were like a line of nesting dolls, getting gradually rounder as you went along.

Starting up again, the trim blonde mother went into a sprint, as if trying to stay head of the middle aged spread chasing after her. She was a hundred and and thirty pounds of trim muscle and just a little fat on a 5'6 frame, not as skinny as high school but her mile times weren't far off from there. Most days she ran more than she had at 18, it helped with the stress and made her feel better when she couldn't stick to her daily calorie limit. She'd done a good job of it lately, her pants were getting looser, but she wanted to get down to her college weight of 120lbs. Part of her knew that was crazy and unnecessary, a physical a week earlier had said she was healthy as a horse after all and unlike her former hockey player and now lawyer husband who'd been content to let his abs turn into a beer gut, Sarah knew she was in great shape.

But her ten year reunion was coming up in July.

Sarah wasn't the only one who'd stayed in town but she was bound and determined to be the thinnest one there. She'd never had the drive to want to be a big city lawyer or move out long distance, she was too tied to the rolling New England Hills and somewhat chilly beach, but she wanted to show her old friends and rivals who'd moved away that she hadn't gone to seed just because she'd stayed nearby and had a kid. Especially Jessica Milgrave.

All state Cross Country and Track Four years running Jessica Milgrave. Junior and Senior Prom Queen Jessica Milgrave. Four time home coming queen Jessica Milgrave. The girl who made everyone feel fucking invisible since puberty descended upon her with a heavenly chorus, who hadn't even had the decency to be stupid because she'd also been Valedictorian Jessica.

Who instead of peaking in High School or burning out in college, was full ride scholarship and on the Deans List at Harvard Finance Jessica Milgrave. Who instead of gaining the Freshman Fifteen somehow also became Victoria's Secret Angel Jessica Milgrave while balancing that. Who'd then become Sports Illustrated Rookie of the Year Jessica Milgrave and Two Years in a row Cover Girl Jessica Milgrave and best paid model in the United States Jessica Milgrave and noted Humanitarian Jessica Milgrave and fantastically wealthy Investor Jessica Milgrave... she'd eventually become Jessica Milgrave who'd been so fucking perfect she could just decide to let herself get fucking ...

It was infuriating, so infuriating it took Sarah a minute to realize she'd been sprinting flat out for nearly four minutes. Covered in sweat, Sarah slowed to a jog, letting herself cool down mentally and physically. It wasn't that she'd Jessica had ever done a thing wrong to her, they'd in fact been best friends since they could toddle, but damn did Jessica's meteoric rise piss her the hell off. It had always been like she could do no wrong, to the point that when she actually did something that would be wrong for anyone else it went fucking better for her!

Foot steps announced other runners on the trail and she stepped to the side out of courtesy and a little fear. Crime was rare in Witchcove, but Sarah still ran with mace and was relieved to see two other women from her class jog by: Becky Sandpoint and Rachel Havern, neither going quite as flat out as Sarah had.

It was always surprising to see Becky, a fellow blonde and former cheer captain and see her be...almost the same as ten years ago. Short and sweet, in High School she'd had a reputation for being a ditz and a slut, both well earned. During Senior Year had gained twenty pounds of beer weight, growing thick thighs under her cheer skirt, popping her already large chest into E cup range and grown a little tummy oozing under the cheer sweater, she seemed sure to follow in her mom's tracks of becoming an immense bulk who'd peaked in HS, maybe even more as her mom had waited until twenty to start porking up. Sarah had expected her to wind up either a fat waitress or a fat, pregnant waitress by twenty but the girl surprised all of them by not only becoming an excellent nurse practicioner and marrying the former class nerd turned handsome doctor last year, all while becoming a dedicated if only mediocre runner. Sarah passed Becky three or four times a run, but she saw her there every time.

That much couldn't be said for Rachel. Not that Rachel was per say fat, okay she was a little fat, but she sure as hell wasn't the leggy, 110lb twig she'd been at 18. The local rich girl, spoiled youngest daughter of a beer distributor, had never really tried at anything beyond partying and as a result had come back from her first year with the freshman fifteen filling out her thighs. Instead of going back to school she'd become a secretary at her father's company and slowly bulked out: she hadn't run since an abortive half track season in junior year and between free beer and weekly doughnuts, soon found five pounds here and five pounds there until she'd had the wake up call of being the tubbiest bridesmaid at Becky's wedding by at least thirty pounds and the only one still single. She'd lost a good deal of weight since but was still noticeably chubby, her body favoring an awkward shape of heavy thighs, hips and lower stomach.

The two other women waved at her as they went by, Becky a bit ahead of the taller Rachel.

'..wants to take me out to that new sea food place,' Rachel said, voice panting, 'on friday evening.'

'We were gonna do that fun run Rach,' the blonde reminded her.

'Well, you can do it without me,' the heavier girl groaned,

'I'm not letting you flake out on this diet, even if it is for this rich guy your dad set you up with,' Becky said, breathing easy, 'what did you say he did again?'

'Some sort of science thing I wasn't listening...,' Rachel wheezed as they rounded a corner.

Sarah finished stretching and shook her had, Rachel was exactly what she wanted to avoid. She ran on at good pace, looking forwards to a shower and dreading having to get up in the morning. Her French class was going on a two week field trip and while they were a bunch of well behaved nerds, she'd have to be at school at 4 am and the air port by 5:30. Ugh, someone would always be late and she was lucky that birth control had improved because at least three virginities would be lost during the trip and damned if she'd be blamed for it.

Passing over a bridge and the fog coming off the river, she was absorbed in running through her morning routine to see if there was anything that could be bypassed when a strange jingle struck her ear: 'you scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream...' Instantly she thought about ice cream, the sweet rich taste of vanilla soft serve from the local burger joint that had put several of the stretch marks along her waist, the taste that she'd denied herself since the stretch maternity jeans had failed to get up over her hips at five months and her doctor had said she'd put on ten pounds more than she'd need for her whole pregnancy. She wanted some, even though she knew she didn't need it and where was it coming from she had to have some!

An unhooked ear bud hit her lightly in the eye as she jerked her head around. It was just painful enough to let herself snap out of it and realize that her music app had done that stupid thing where it was asking if she was still listening. As the jingle faded, she screwed the ear bud back in and she confirmed she'd like to keep listening, getting herself another thirty minutes of punk rock peace. Sarah ran on, determining to try and get the last mile done in under six minutes, no matter how dumb that was.

Instead of the easy way to the parking lot, Sarah decided on taking the woodland trail, dangerous at night but steep and punishing. Part way up, she passed a break in the trees that showed a shining new ice cream truck parked under a solitary street light. For a quiet New England town it seemed monumentally creepy, exactly something out of Steven King. Sarah slowed a bit, seeing two figures stepping away from the window: Becky and Rachel. The blonde, who'd held off perhaps the strongest fat genes in town with unstinting discipline, had a hot fudge sundae the size of a small child while Rachel had a waffle cone of vanilla in one hand and chocolate in the other, alternating bites like some sort of joke. A young woman stood in the window, her face smiling prettily as she watched the two ear. Neither was eating like a woman on a diet...

Wait, Sarah knew her. She hadn't had her in class but...who was she? Sam Sanchez? Ramirez? Something vaguely spanish, she looked different though...and why was an ice cream truck here in the middle of the night? Sarah watched both of the other women walk slowly away from the ice cream truck, moving sedately towards the parking lot down hill. Sarah paused her pedometer, watching the truck wait there with an odd menace for ten minutes before it drove off towards the park entrance. To her great surprise, it stopped next to the parking lot at the bottom of the hill for several minutes, almost like someone was buying something from it. But who? There were only two cars visible in the lot, her own and the now thoroughly dinged up mercedes Rachel had had since sixteen.

'They're not...buying seconds are they?' Rachel asked herself.

Wondering what the hell was happening, she ran on and a few minutes later was back in the parking lot, sweat shining on her body and endorphins pounding through her blood stream. The truck was no where in sight but both Rachel and Becky sat on the trunk of Rachel's car, talking and eating. Becky had a sundae that was 3/4ths un eaten and Rachel had another two giant waffle cones, their pace of consumption even while talking and the lack of melting meant that they had to be very recent purchases.

'way dad said it would be good for business to date him,' Rachel said between bites, 'and its not like I've had a lot of luck recently.'

'I'm glad its going well for you, but don't forget to work out,' Becky told her, without any irony using her sticky plastic spoon to poke Rachel's protruding stomach, 'you haven't lost enough weight to get complacent.'

'Please, I'm fine,' Rachel said, taking a bite so gigantic from her cone that Sarah could feel her own thighs thickening in sympathy, before looking at Sarah as she emerged from the treeline, 'oh hey Masturbater herself! Looking good girl.'

Sarah took the compliment, even though being reminded of her maiden name Maserbauer. She might be the sponsor for the school feminist club but she never regretted taking the dull name of 'Smith.'

'Thanks, just trying to keep the baby weight off,' she played down, 'you're looking good to, you must have lost what? Thirty pounds?'

'I wish,' Rachel sighed, eating more, 'I'd kill to have abs like you.'

'We'd have to run like her for that,' Becky joked, 'no way you'd catch me sprinting like her.'

'God, I haven't run since what, Junior year?' Rachel lamented, patting her beefy thighs, 'and I look it...'

Sarah looked down realizing that her sports bra and spandex shorts displayed her midriff pretty well. Even then she didn't really have abs. She had a flat stomach that crunches and planks kept firm despite the stretchmarks on them but it wasn't any sort of 'pack'. Even ten pounds lighter at her peak running speed she'd never had abs, unlike Jessica Milgrave who'd had pert D cups and stomach muscles you could play the xylaphone on and how was that even fair?

But in comparison to the over tanned, sloppy gut pouching out in between Rachel's tight shorts and tank top, Sarah knew she might as well have stepped off the pages of muscle and fitness. Rachel had been a size two without effort a decade ago, but now had the beer belly of a competitive drinker sloshing out. Worse than that really, her stomach was heavily bloated with dairy products, as was Becky who's usually flatish stomach had puffed out to a level not seen since her near chubby phase, going out past her breasts. Both were clearly stuffed, but kept eating without a care.

'Say,' Sarah said, somewhat uncomfortable, 'weird question but...have either of you heard about a fun run coming up?'

'Not that I can think of,' Rachel told her, taking another long lick of vanilla.

'I think there was something about it on a flyer in my waiting room,' Becky said hazily, 'didn't look carefully at it, its not my thing.'

'Um okay, well good talking to you girls again, but I've gotta get home,' the thin blond told them nervously, an unfamiliar fear going up her back, 'going to chaperone a trip to france in the morning.'

'Oh wow, Paris?' Becky cooed, 'call us when you get back!'

'I'll be sure to,' the teacher said, sliding into her car, feeling like something was behind her.

'Tell us all about it over ice cream!' Rachel insisted.

The car door shut and Sarah turned up the punk rock, pulling out a little too quickly. Driving home five miles over the speed limit, she decided to park in the garage, not getting out until the ceiling door had come down.

'What the fuck,' she muttered to herself.

 

[Batman76]

Chapter two: The One Who Made It, Big.

Two weeks later...

A vacation in France always leaves one feeling relaxed. This holds true even if you've had to monitor a group of graduating seniors mostly intent on making out with each other through various historical sights they don't care that much about. But she'd held it together throughout the whole trip, even when she'd found the one smart cheer leader and the one buff math club geek naked in the hotel pool she'd held it together and gotten them all home and non-pregnant.

The very last kid had just been picked up at the airport, which meant that Sarah could at last go home. Until she got a small buzz on her cell.

'Crap' her husband texted and as she tapped in a response he repeated, 'flat tires.'

'What!?' she asked too quickly, 'use spares.'

'Three tires are full of nails, fuck,' he texted back, 'on side of the road. Calling tow truck. fuck. I'm sorry. I want to see you.'

'Fuck.' she typed in, 'I'll take a taxi or uber I guess...'

"Fucking Masturbator!' someone yelled out loud in the airport before she could get a response.

It wasn't a usual thing to hear in an airport, so Sarah knew it had to be aimed at her even before she recognized who it belonged to. She cringed on the inside, taking a deep breath and turning as she was near tackled by Jessica Milgrave. The strength wasn't a surprise, Jessica had been pound for pound the best athlete Witchcove had ever spawned, half the cross country and track records on the moldy banners in the gym were from her, although its degree was. Before her husband had let himself go to seed he'd been extremely buff, enough to curl her at a college party, but this was like being squeezed in an industrial vice that held her and her bags two feet off the ground for half a minute without trembling.

A squishy vice.

'Oh shit you look exactly the same!' Jessica laughed, putting her down finally, 'and here I'd thought you'd had a kid. Holy crap its like looking at a time portal!'

'Thanks,' Sarah gasped, looking at her best friend for years, 'you look...'

Immense.

Corpulent.

Rotund.

Pleasantly plump.

Noticably overfed.

A parody of yourself.

Fat as a tick.

'great,' Sarah said and the worst part was it wasn't even a lie.

Jessica Milgrave looked great. Jessica Milgrave would always look great. If you didn't believe that, look at Jessica Milgrave who'd put on a hundred and twenty pounds and still looked great.

'Thanks! Quite the change from High School, huh?' the other runner laughed.

At least five men and one woman checked Jessica out as she bounced. None had an ounce of disgust in their faces.

'Uh, yeah but you look...just amazing,' Sarah managed to get out.

Several things about valedictorian, record setting athlete, genius financier, super model Jessica hadn't changed. One was the smoothly tan skin inherited from a Phillipina mother her dad had brought back from a stint in the Navy, looking as soft and uncreased as it ever had when Sarah had started to the hint of crows feet. The other was the almost sparkling jet black hair that bounced and curled and waved all the way down to her back to her hips, the hair of a woman who didn't need to get a fussy toddler in the car by 7:00 every morning. Then there was her height, a staggering 5'11 passed down from generations of gigantic Norwegians that had made Sarah feel like a midget since middle school. The eyes of course, sparklingly cold blues that looked like they'd weighed and measured her a hundred times per glance, were the same and her teeth, dazzlingly white and neither too large nor too small behind full pink lips.

'I know!' Jessica said in a way that no human being, especially a human being who'd gained forty pounds a year three years in a row would say, 'I'm so glad to see you though! I thought you'd stayed here, why are you at the air port? I would have asked you to pick me up but I didn't want to impose on you.'

Impose. Jessica Milgrave didn't impose on anyone. Jessica arrived and people would throw themselves in the street before her to spare her shoes.

'Just finishing up a long field trip,' Sarah went on, trying not to stare at the cavernous depths of Jessica's cleavage and feeling her IQ drop around it even though she was straight as an arrow, 'my husband is supposed to pick me up but had a flat and...'

'Holy crap I should drive you home!' Jessica crewed, 'I haven't gotten to speak to you since your wedding and I never got to meet your baby!'

The wedding. The wedding that had taken place two weeks after Jessica's first SI cover had been released and every single eye had been on her. The wedding when her stupid prick of a husband had kept looking over at the taller, slimmer, bustier woman Sarah had been dumb enough to make a bridesmaid...well, that had changed at least. Well, one third of that had changed.

'I, you know what sure,' Sarah agreed, 'let's do it.'

People looked at Jessica when she went down the regional airport. People always looked at Jessica, but that it hadn't changed was weird. It should have changed, if Sarah had doubled in size she knew she wouldn't get a second glance but everyone they passed undressed the model with their eyes. God it wasn't fair!

Half way through the air port a little alarm on Jess' smart watch beeped and she said it was time for her to get some protein, resulting in her ordering a six inch meat lovers from a subway kiosk. That a super model could make eating a sand wich look erotic wasn't surprising, but that a 240lb woman could shot gun it and leave people drooling was an insult. She was wearing a sky blue skirt and top combo that looked painted on and Sarah felt herself feel jealous of the giant ass bouncing in front of her, because despite all that fat Jessica still easily out paced her.

How could she have done this to herself? And how come it hadn't mattered?

That Jessica's body had been enviable was an understatement. All that running meant perfect athleticism, she'd been honed, muscle from head to toe without a stretchmark or cellulite patch but had somehow been able to not look bulky, mannish or ungraceful. Her height should have made her look ungainly but instead it just made her seem extra graceful. Unlike Sarah Jessica had had abs as a birth right, a rock hard six pack during peak season and a firm two pack during the rest of the year. She'd maintained the two pack for most of her conventional modeling career, so logically she'd been unable to get a six pack up to snuff during shoots and runways, right? Maybe she'd only been firm during the rest of the year, bu Sarah was certain that Jessica had never struggled with her weight at any point. Even seeing her in front of her, a massive giant of a woman, Sarah couldn't believe she was fat.

The whole thought was besides the point, because instead of abs she had a bulging, smooth belly hanging out loud and proud to see. It didn't ooze or wobble, but it had a hypnotizing bounce synced to her heeled steps. Her skirt let it all hang out, a delicious feast both soft and firm. The love handles that poured over it looked tantalizing, how could love handles look sexy? How could you go from a 24 inch six pack to a 39 inch pot belly and just show it off?

All of her was impressive, had always been impressive. No one who exercised that much should have had breasts but it seemed that the D cups Jessica had grown, which hadn't slowed her an iota, had been her basement in size. Sarah had watched them grow cup size by cup size over her modeling career from magazine covers and swimsuit ads, into DDs during her first Victoria's Secret catwalk show and then Es during her sports illustrated rookie year until finally at twenty five during her last shoot as a non-plus sized model with the weight voluntarily starting to stick to her barely size eight frame as jaw dropping Fs. They hadn't grown quite as big as the rest of her, it was almost like they had a head start and the rest were catching up. But they were still immense, certainly Gs who's firmness defied belief. She was wearing a bra of course but the way they sat in it said they were just as perky as ever, certainly perkier than Sarah who'd breastfed.

Her ass seemed to bounce as they went along, slowly forcing the tight dress up and up, away from her shapely meaty thighs, higher and higher over the inflated heart of her smooth buttocks. She tugged it down occasionally without missing a beat, perfectly used to this. Jessica had always had a big ass but before it had been rock hard and firm, now it was a gigantic valentines day pillow. And Sarah was sure that if she lifted up that skirt, there wouldn't be one stretch mark on it, not one dot of cellulite.

The thighs, the thighs that had won piles of gold long distance medals, were smooth and firm. They didn't slap or wobble and she didn't waddle, instead she rasped. Each long confident step had the faint rasp of underwear being slid tantalizingly off or jeans being pulled down. It was like a mantra promising complete sexual bliss, punctuated with a click of stilleto heels worth as much as Sarah's car.

'So how's Witchcove?' Jessica asked, turning in exactly the way she would for a magazine shoot and making a tantalizing crease of side fat form on her side.

'Same old same old,' Sarah made herself smile, 'chill in the winter, warm in the summer. How is...where do you live?'

'Oh here and there. NYC, LA, Hawaii, I like Seattle though, nice and damp,' the model laughed, the same deep honest laugh as always but now it became a sort of all over bounce from cherubic cheeks to FUPA, 'my boyfriend has a restaraunt chain there. It's to die for...'

Jessica went along on a diatribe of all the different kinds of deserts for sale there which was...normal for a woman of her size but weird for Jessica. Jessica was a health nut, from when she put the entire unwilling team on a diet the first year they won state to the interviews she still gave with muscle and fitness as a professional model. To hear her gush about desert was like hearing a devout Jew describe bacon sandwiches and pork ribs.

And worst of all were the looks. People watched Jessica, people drank in Jessica, people adored Jessica. Jessica with her thick thighs rasping and bountiful tummy fat starting to bisect over her skirt. Jessica with her full on double chin. Jessica with hips wide than a cow that bumped into people as she sashayed, the world her run way. Jessica with her head sized tits surging like dolphins cutting the waves!

And nobody looked at Sarah. Sarah who'd stayed rail thin. Sarah who watched what she ate. Sarah who could fit into her clothes from college easily and high school with a bit of pinch and was wearing tight yet comfortable leggings that showed off her legs and wasn't getting a side glance. This wasn't fair!

Eventually they reached the car kiosks, where Jessica looking fresh as a daisy despite combination dragging/carrying at least 90 pounds of luggage signed on for the most expensive Tesla in the lot and said, 'oh I wish I could stay forever, but I'm shooting my next SI cover in August and then a big shoot for victoria's secret after that...'

'Victoria's secret doesn't have a plus size division,' Sarah said unthinkingly.

There.

She'd said it, out loud to the world. Surely now everyone would realize that Jessica Milgrave wasn't perfect anymore, that the world's sexiest woman had blimped up! Soon everyone would snap out of it and the adoration wold turn to jeers and ...

'Big secret don't tell anyone,' her friend winked, 'they needed to push up sales so they're going up to size twenty six and getting rid of weight limits on their angels. They're a lot easier to work with now a days.'

Everyone still stared. Of course they did, everyone knew Jessica Milgrave was...big. She'd announced her attention to go plus size in an interview with Conan casually, gracefully and with her abs on full display in dress that should have been illegal.

'What's your plan for the next Sports Illustrated cover?' the comedian had asked, 'the moon?'

'Maybe, but I don't plan on doing another until I gain a hundred pounds,' she'd smiled and the crowd had laughed and SI had said they'd happily shoot her at any weight.

But a lot of food pictures had popped up in her instagram and her agent's size chart changed and picture by picture she'd blown up and it hadn't been a joke and everyone loved it. 'It was bold and breathtaking', Variety said, 'a way to show that you can be healthy and happy at any size' Vogue opined, 'a true blow for women's self confidence and beauty' Cosmo, 'Fuck, I think I like fat chicks now' someone on reddit posted when her next Maxim cover with sixty new pounds was posted.

She got fatter and fatter. Hollywood called and asked her to play a superhero. She agreed only if the comic version was modified too. Sales skyrocketed.

Everyone was fucking thrilled she was fat!

Once the bags were loaded into the back of the car and the seat adjusted for Jessica's height, they were off. Sarah talked, she talked about France and her husband and her baby and her school and it all sounded so fucking boring. Jessica hadn't even talked about beaches and fucking professional athletes and oscar winning actors but her deserts were more interesting!

'Oh it all sounds so wonderful,' Jessica smiled and for the first time Sarah noticed how her left hand, her full soft hand, bore a diamond worth more than her house and that resting in her boobs was a sapphire necklace worth each of her neighbor's houses too.

Holy crap, how rich was she? Another thing to be jealous for...

'Hey, are those police cars ahead of us?' Jessica asked.

 

 

[Batman76]

Chapter 3: The ones who were trapped, outside

'What the hell kind of Super Trooper shit is this?' Jessica asked as her luxury rental slowed to a halt, 'This never happened while I lived here...'

It was twenty miles from the interstate exit into Witchcove itself. Usually the drive from the airport to there should only have taken as many minutes, the town barely enforced the speed limit, but this morning it was clearly going to take hours. The women were at least a mile from the exit and every inch of it was covered in stopped vehicles and red tail lights.

Police cars, lights flashing were parked at measured intervals. Uniformed high way patrol were walking up and down the long line of cars, waving people forwards. A bit down the line a sign had been set up, yellow lights blinking 'Police Checkpoint, have IDs ready. Do not turn around. Violators will be prosecuted. Roads closed save for local traffic.'

'This has never happened while I've lived here either,' Sarah told her, taking her wallet out of her purse.

Inside she saw her phone, her husband texting her saying 'You there? Finally got tires but cops closed exit? Hello? Call me?'

She sighed and texted him back 'got a ride, stuck in traffic on opposite end. See you at home.'

'Your husband worrying about you?' Jessica asked, taking a selfie of herself.

'Yeah, seemed really worried, ' Sarah grunted as the phone buzzed again.

'Partner called in. Needs me to go to Boston office for rest of week. Sorry,' it read, just as Jessica's watch let out a beep.

'Ugh, he didn't even ask...' She muttered as she heard the sound of a wrapper tearing.

Jessica's white teeth were biting through a large bar of some weird meaty substance, while a bite sized candy bar was perched delicately on each of her knees as desert. She ate it vigorously but not a crumb of it fell away, even though her chest bounced upward's with each motion like they were jumping for it.

'Sorry, protein time and no restaraunts insight. Are things alright?' The super model asked with that horrible genuine warmth that had been available even to the homeliest, most socially awkward girl in school.

Sarah hated it, because it was real.

'Just...he's been working a lot for the past ever really,' Sarah sighed, 'almost since we got married. It's a miracle that I ever got pregnant to be honest. His law firm is always busy and I'm always busy and my daughter always needs me and he was supposed to take the rest of the week off so we could catch up while the kid was at grandmas but sheesh I can't even have that.'

She was surprised at how spiteful she sounded. Not sad, but just bitterly angry. Sarah let out a sigh as the car inched forwards.

'I know how it feels to be busy, like you can't even stop for a moment otherwise everything falls apart,' the gorgeous, technically obese brunette assured her, 'but you look like its worse than just busy. I know we haven't talked in years but I'm here for you now Sarah. This wouldn't be the first time one of us has had to cry on each other's shoulders.'

'I don't know, it's that we only get an hour or so alone time each day before we pass out but...lately I havne't even wanted to spend it with him,' Sarah continued, 'and he hasn't cared. Just...alright, I'm not quite where I was from our all state days but I've kept myself looking good. I get looks when I go running, hell I go running! Every day and I was never really a jock.'

'Sarah, you were all state two years and got eight letters in track,' Jessica told her, near perfect memory rattling off a list of old awards, 'you medaled almost every meet. You were kind of a jock.'

'No, no I was theater geek and foreign language nerd who likes running and staying thin,' Sarah went on, annoyed enough that she'd let that last part slip.

Jessica didn't notice. She sat there with her giant thighs filling the seat and didn't blink. How could she do that?

'He...well he was a dumb shit hockey player who was ripped to hell and knew how to network and cram through being a lawyer and made good money. He breathed sports but I don't think he's worked out since he graduated and he drinks beer like water. His boobs are bigger than mine and he's not even strong under it all, we switched fridges this fall and he was nearly useless moving out the old one. he dropped it twice, I had to be the one carrying it down the steps,' Sarah ranted, 'and he wasn't even embarassed about it!'

'Jeez, it sounds like he might be having some issues,' Jessica who'd gained at least twice as much in half the time observed, 'have you thought about a counselor?'

They'd almost reached the end of the check point before Sarah could answer. At least half a dozen cops were in front of them, waving cars off to the interstate. One of them approached, hands resting on the machine gun that was strapped over his chest and another approached from the side, leading a German Shepard the size of a horse that began sniffing the electric car.

Sarah felt a cringe of unease. Cops with rifles checking people in her town? This wasn't right. But Jessica merely shook her shoulders and gave a smile as she rolled down the windows. 

'Hello officer, is there a problem?' The model asked with perfect concern, a foot of cleavage on display beneath her chin.

'License and registration please,' the cop demanded, as if this throbbing avatar of sexuality wasn't in front of him, 'are you a Witchcove resident?'

'Well, I used to be a few years ago,' one of the most famous women in the world and certainly from witch cove said, taking out her ID, 'coming on vacation for my ten year reunion.'

It was ID older one Sarah could tell in the glimpse. The weight said '130 lbs' and the picture (a crap driver's license picture for shits sake!) had cheek bones so sharp they made the eye sting, it looked like a vogue head shot. The contrast between the ludicrously fit woman on the card and the baby elephant sized she hulk filling the Tesla should have been stark. Jessica should have been unRecognizable, bloated and unhealthy, miserable and washed out but that radiant sense of perfection washed off of her in waves. She looked amazing with all of that blubber and was unmistakably her, even if Sarah hadn't followed her career and known her old friend had blown up she would have been able to pick her out of a line up.

'Only current residents are allowed in, please continue on there's an exit to turn around on abou two miles down,' he said with a practiced tiredness.

'Wait!' Sarah called out, 'I live here! You've gotta let us through, I have to pick my daughter up from my mom's place, please.'

She handed over her own ID, taken at the humiliating peak of her pregnancy where her face was bloated and had a nice outbreak of acne and the weight read '170 lbs'. The cop looked at it and looked at her, then walked back to the officer in charge. There was a short conversation, someone spoke on a radio and then he walked over to their car.

'Ma'am, are you two the only ones in this vehicle? The police man questioned.

'Yes, it's a two seater of course we are,' Sarah told him, getting exasperated.

'And you intend to stay in Witchcove for the next two weeks?' He continued.

'Yes, what's going on? Has there been some sort of  toxic waste dump or something?' She asked.

'Ma'am, I advise you not to pick up any hitch hikers. If you see any suspicious persons, please call the Highway Patrol immediately,' the cop said, 'you two are good to go.'

He waved them to the side and Jessica drove onto the exit ramp, the sole car.

'What the hell was with that guy?' Sarah asked.

'A lot of wrong things,' Jessica told her, pulling the latest model IPhone out of her boobs and turning off the video recording ap, 'for one thing, cops usually have name tags and badge numbers. That guy didn't.'

'Wait, what?' The jet lagged French teacher questioned, 'no name tag?'

"Yeah, he was also ripped to shit,' the super plump model continued, 'all of them were. Now first, I'm engaged not dead. Second, every cop there was both ripped and under thirty, how often do you see a bunch of cops and not one of them is at least kinda fat?'

'That is a little weird, maybe not as much as the badges,' Sarah agreed as the tesla shot up the near empty highway.

For several minutes it was silent between them, until Sarah looked at the phone sitting on the model's lap, 'Jess, why did you have your phone recording that?'

For once Jessica was quiet, 'Just a test.'

'Were you worried about the cop assaulting you?' Sarah asked her.

'No...not really,' the brunette said, somewhat flatly and then slammed on the breaks as a dairy cow wandered across the road and stopped.

The electric car slammed to a halt, Jessica's breasts making the horn hook as they hit the steering wheel but they managed to avoid catastrophe. It just stared at them, dull eyes blinking and mooed. 

'Don't see that often at any of my places,' the tall brunette said softly, rubbing a sore boob.

'Gotta say it's the first one I've seen living here,' Sarah agreed, rubbing her own shoulder where the seat belt had cut into it.

Jessica honked but the cow just stood there, mooing.

'Ugh, stupid thing,' Sarah sighed, 'why won't you go?'

'Because it's in pain, look at its tits. They're gigantic,' Jessica pointed, 'poor thing looks like it hasn't been milked in days.'

The animal's udders were gigantic, swaying back and forth, faintly dribbling milk. Jessica got out, suddenly not a rich, image conscious city model but a girl who's famil had farmed here for centuries. Sarah unbuckled her seat less eagerly, her parents had been dentists, as Jessica sashayed back and forth. Her hips were hypnotizing, they made the eye glue itself to their bouncing orbs as they threatened to break free of her dress her back broke into fat rolls as she petted the lolling beast, finding a halter around its neck.

'Aww, poor baby, let me see your ear tag...,' Jessica cooed as if the ton of milk and polka dot as a little kitten, 'ah, Creedance farm. He was the one who had a crush on you Sarah.'

'No, he was just trying to get to you,' her old friend denied, not adding 'like always.'

 'Anyway, it's not too far,' Jessica told her, 'I'm gonna walk this baby back home. You want to come?'

'Should we be doing that?' Sarah asked.

'Of course, it's lost,' Jessica laughed, 'I didn't give two million to ASPCA just to walk by a miserable cow on the road. There's a pair of hiking boots in the smaller suit case, get them out for me if you would.'

'Why do I have to get your shoes?' Sarah asked, 'this isn't prom!'

'Do you want to hold the cow instead?' Jessica asked her.

Fifteen minutes later and they were walking up a long drive way, the model casually splashing up the muddy gravel leading the cow. Sarah followed behind, not sure who's hips went back forth the most. It wasn't as hot as hit could be considering, but sweat was starting to break out over both women. Sarah hadn't had a shower since the day before and felt disgusting while Jessica looked like she did in an advertisement. Despite all the running she'd managed to squeeze in on the trip to France, Sarah felt like she could pass out. She had't eaten anything but a granola bar for breakfast, hoping for a nice lunch with her husband, but Jessica was moving at quick pace.

'Here, catch,' Jessica said, drawing from her seemingly bottomless tiny purse another of those bars and tossing it over, 'you really haven't changed. You never ate enough in track either.'

Sarah managed to catch it, seeing a wrapper with a buffalo on it, 'Pemmican?'

'Buffalo meat and berries, full of protein, good fat and vitamins,' the bouncing sex bomb told her, 'seriously eat it, you look like you're going to pass out.'

Sarah ignored the high calorie content on it and did eat it. It was greasy but once it hit her stomach she felt better, energized even. She caught up to Jessica as they neared the farm house and barn complex.

'Thanks...I really hadn't eaten anything today,' Sarah said.

'Sounds nice,' the model told her, 'but hey, gotta be here for you while I can eh?'

It reminded her of why she had liked Jessica. Being in her shadow might mean not being noticed, but she did keep the rain and sun of you too. She noticed everyone around her, all the time and made sure that they were taken care of, be it her best friend from ten years ago or a cow.

'Hey, anyone home?' Jessica yelled when they got into the yard.

The tall woman still had a set of lungs on her, but no one answered. There wasn't a car or truck in the drive way either.

'Are they not home?' Sarah suggested.

'Maybe, let's go knock,' Jessica decided, tying the cow to a fence post by a water tank.

They walked up to the house, Jessica pausing when her watch beeped. Speedily, the model cleaned her hands with sanitizer and then ate a full sized and slightly melted snickers from her purse.

'Fat and carb time,' she said as way of explanation, checking her lips with a compact, 'chocolate is just extra.'

Sarah looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Jessica had never been a mousey eater,  but she certainly didn't eat several meals worth of food in a few hours. And she'd never touched sweets even though chocolate boxes piled up around her at Valentine's Day.

'Are you on a diet Jessica?' Sarah asked, 'I mean you're a model you have to be, but do you really have to eat that often?'

'I've been on one for three years,' Jess confirmed, slightly warily, 'and for this one...yeah.'

She cut off conversation with a knock on the door. When no one answered she knocked harder, making the fat jiggle on her under arm and her boobs bounce. The door slid open under the tumult, her knock opening it.

'Creepy,' Sarah observed, 'let's get back to the car.'

'Hello?' Jessica shouted inside, 'Hi, I found your cow on the road. Is anyone home?'

No one answered her shouts.

'Jess, we should go!' Sarah told her, tugging on her arm.

It was the first time she'd touched Jessica since graduation. Then her arm had felt like a steel cable. Now it felt like a significantly thicker steel cable with a comfort pillow wrapped around it. Sarah had better chances of moving the Statue of Liberty.

'There have to be people here, there's food on the table,' Jessica insisted when the smell hit them.

It wasn't awful, the type of smell you'd associate with a body. But it was rotten and Sarah recognized it instantly as eggs that had been left out. Jessica walked forwards, the porch groaning under her step and flies flew off of the table. Closer, an abandoned, moldy meal was clearly seen, abandoned uneaten on the dinner table. A two week old news paper sat on the table.

Jessica backed slowly out of the house, ass bumping into Sarah and almost sending her off the porch.

'Fuck, I'm sorry,' she said, pulling up Sarah like she weighed nothing, 'this is weird. I'm calling the cops, if they're gonna screw up our schedule we can at least make them do their jobs.'

'Someone's coming,' Sarah said, seeing a truck make its way up the drive way.

'And I have no bars, thank you rural geography,' Jessica sighed, sliding the phone back into her bra, 'this is some seriously weird shit going on and I hope to god that whoever is driving up isn't a serial killer.'

The truck proved to be spotless under the dust and brand new. A young man in a white uniform with the badge of a security guard.hopped out of it, a stun gun on his belt.

'What in the hell...,' He began, before stopping, 'Ms. Smith?' 

'Jeremy Hofstetch?' Sarah said in surprise, recognizing one of her French IV seniors from three years ago.

He'd gotten much taller since then and lost the substantial nerd gut and man boobs in exchange for abs and pecs, while his acne had cleared up and his biceps had bulked out. Then again she'd been a pregnant walrus at the time so anyone could change. That much was apparent when he noticed Jessica step off the porch and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, while her breasts nearly popped out of her top.

'Holy shit,' the man nearly stammered, 'are you ...'

'Jessica Milgrave, I take it you know my friend Sarah here?' The model asked, reaching out a hand that was instantly taken.

'you knew Jessica Milgrave?' The kid stammered.

'He was in my French class,' Sarah explained, leaving out how he and every other boy that year had had Jessica's cover taped up in their lockers as a form of communal worship, 'Jeremy, what's going on? Where are the Creedances and why are you here? Why are you dressed like that?'

The radio blared at his hip, a grumpy voice demanding, 'Hofstetch? I want a situation report now.'

'Investigating now,' he said into it instantly, then turned back to them, 'what are you guys doing here?'

'We found a cow in the road,' Jessica pointed out, 'it's tag said it was from here.'

'Oh shit, #54, the one the idiots in processing lost,' the kid sighed, 'thank god you found her at least. Look...I.'

He stopped because Jessica had put her hand on his shoulder, 'Jeremy, did something happen to the people here?'

'Oh the Creedances?' He asked, 'they got bought out. I'm on detail for guarding them and five other farms near here until survey can decide what's going on.'

'Bought out by who?' Sarah pressed, fighting to make herself not be invisible. 

'Omni-Dairy,' he said as if it was obvious, 'Oh, crap you've been on the field trip haven't you? My class couldn't go because you were on maternity leave. Yeah, this new conglomerate opened up a processing plant in town two weeks ago. A lot of people are working there now and they're buying all the little mom and pop farms.'

Sarah felt herself relax, but she still felt weird about it, 'Oh...'

'Hey, how about I offer you guys a ride back to your car?' He asked insistently, 'it's a hot day and wouldn't want  you guys getting hit...'

'Oh that sounds great,' Sarah began, but Jessica stopped her.

'Actually we're fine. Gotta get those ten thousand steps in every day, right?' She insisted, grabbing Sarah by the arm, 'It was nice meeting you Jeremy, here, do you want an autograph?'

'Sure!' He insisted with teen age enthusiasm again as Jessica with drew a 4X4 photo from her purse, of her third SI cover.

She was a hundred and seventy pounds about to break through a bikini made out of dental floss. Her fat was immensely firm looking, Sarha had to guess that at least half her gain was muscle given by what she'd felt, and never had a double chin and brushing thighs looked more persuasively sexy. Jessica scratched her name on it quick as lightning and then the two were off down the drive way.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Jessica whispered when they were a hundred yards away, 'You never,  never get into a car with a stranger. What is this, the 70s?'

'Please, Jeremy there coudn't hurt a fly,' Sarah tried to play off.

'Jeremy there looks like he eats HGH and lives in a weight room,' Jessica said, 'and has a taser and that farm gave off creepy vibes. No way the Creedances were bought out.'

'I...you have a point,' Sarah agreed, 'farming life sucks but they were the biggest dairy farm in three counties. Even if they sold out, could they do it that quick?'

' Not quick enough to leave breakfast on the table and all their appliances inside,' Jessica pointed out.

the rest of the drive in was uneventful, besides Jessica eating another pemmican bar at a red light and pressing something on her smart watch. They turned onto Sarahs' street, a set of brick and wood homes from the sixties, all well maintained and gorgeous. Her parents had lived on this street before moving out to their farm home to pursue some sort of bucolic ideal and Sarah didn't feel quite so pathetic living six doors down from where she grew up.

'Turn here,'  Sarah yawned, feeling the length of the day.

When she opened her eyes there was someone running down the side walk. It was a young woman with curly red hair and freckles, pouring out of a sports bra and very skimpy running panties. She wasn't fat but she was clearly fifteen or twenty pounds above what those skimpy running clothes were made for! A small belly rolled over the running bottoms and her thighs quivered with effort at each step, while new boobs threatened to burst free.

Amber lived a street to the north, another one of her French kids and a recent graduate back for summer break from college. She'd been An award winning volley ball player a year earlier and done great, Sarah could have sworn she'd gotten a scholarship for it. Clearly Amber had put on the freshman fifteen in the interim. She stopped, hands on her knees, sucking in air desperately, belly poaching into rolls. .

No wait, Sarah could have sworn she'd seen Amber running not long ago at the start of summer and she'd been rail thin...

'Is this it?' her driver asked, 'Nice looking digs.'

'Thank you Jessica, I really don't know what I'd have done with out you,' Sarah told her.

'No  thank you,' the model sighed, going to her phone, 'hey, do you know of any hotels in town? Nice ones, not the gross one by the high way? I had a room near the airport, but that's an hour away and doubt I can get through the check point if it's still there on the way back.'

Sarah thought about it. There really weren't any hotels she knew of, her friends best bet was an Air BNB but...she had a guest room that was almost never used. And Jessica had driven her in...and after today's weirdness she didn't want to be alone at night.

Why she had that feeling she had no idea but...something wasn't right.

'this is a title short notice,' Sarah began, 'but, I have a guest room here. If you want to stay until whatever check point is on the road is gone, I don't think my husband would mind.'

What husband would mind a three time SI model, Victoria's Secret angel super model into his house Even if she was plus sized, it's not like her husband had a and had an inch to complain. God would she be more or less pissed if he popped a boner again seeing Jessica?

Jessica took a deep breath, 'Okay...on one condition.'

'What's that?'  Sarah asked.

'On the condition we use that pool immediately,' Jessica said, turning off the car, 'a girl my size works up a sweat!'

Down the street, Amber Brauswick wheezed in exhaustion and confusion.

She'd never been hit like this from running such a short distance. The volley ball star had felt herself getting slower and slower every day since she'd come home for summer break and her clothes getting tighter and tighter. the scale at home kept saying she was the same weight but this gut and these thighs argued against that,  she hadn't made it half of a mile today, it was like all those post season work outs hadn't happened. Practice would be starting in a month and if she was running like this for whatever reason she'd be cut and lose her scholarship!

'You scream, I scream we all scream for ice cream,' played dimly a street over, slowing to a halt near a small park.

Amber grinned and broke into a sprint, huffing and puffing as she hurried to catch the mobile stand. She hadn't run like this since senior year and knew she'd pay for it with sweat and cramps, but the ice cream would be worth it. The soft folds of her body pinched and prodded as she neared the park at a graceless lumber of maybe five miles an hour, all those thirsty Thursday's and weekend keggerparties and skipped post season workouts dragging on her. But hey, she had a whole month to get back in shape...

 

[Batman76]

22 hours ago, swahilimonkfish said:

I must confess to being rather taken by this fetching young Jessica lass! She is seems mighty dapper.

Oh, and if not King or Lovecraft, I think I've worked out you're inspiration. New England, mystery, Jessica... is this Batman does Murder She Wrote? 😆

It was unintentional. I did want to have a heroine who starts out big in a story though.

13 hours ago, flaming-hades said:

Awesome story! Really loving the small town set up and rich characters. Hope we get to see more of this one.

Thanks! I want the town to be a character in and of itself.

 

6 hours ago, xandercroft said:

Looking forward to this one! 

Thanks!

[Batman76]

10 hours ago, swahilimonkfish said:

Yeah, you're pacing this really nicely and not breezing past the details. The interactions feel natural, the duo's relationship feels real and that dark hum of mystery runs through it nicely. Great work Batman!

Thanks! I want this to be somewhat slow, with Jessica providing the fan service.

[Batman76]

Chapter 4: The in Control, Out of

Sarah splashed cold water onto her face in the privacy of her bathroom.

'There's nothing you haven't seen before and nothing she hasn't seen before. You've seen each other in bikinis since you were in bikinis,' the blonde teacher told her somewhat damped reflection, 'so what you're up ten pounds since college, she's up a hundred and forty! So why the hell am I nervous?'

She'd slid into a bikini, just a regular, nothing special red bikini. Okay, it was a little high waisted to hide some pregnancy stretch marks that hadn't gone away but other than that it was completely normal. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, seeing a thin, fit looking woman with her hair drawn into a pony tail. Her breasts didn't exactly pop up the same way as they used to but they filled the top out nicely and her stomach didn't have any hint of excess. She couldn't really pinch anything on it, the extra inch she'd gained since college best filed under miscellanious, and the divide between waist and hip was clear. Turning, she looked at her butt and frowned at how big it was getting, yeah asses had been in for years but the muscle was piling up on it. Sighing, she  ran a hand down her legs, smooth from a quick touch up and firm from all her running but with the thigh gap still just barely closed. She looked good, it was hard to argue against that yet the disquiet still gnawed at her.

'Why do I still feel like she's going to look better than me?' she asked quietly.

Because Jessica had always looked better than her, that was why. Because Jessica was better than her by almost any metric she could guess. Even though Jessica was hauling around an extra her in terms of body weight.

Biting the metaphorical bullet, Sarah grabbed a towel and sunscreen to head outside. Her husband had at least kept the pool clean and filled to her relief, not that he'd ever do any athletic activity in it. Standing on the deck, she bent down and confirmed that a fresh chlorine tab was in its place and threw out some bugs caught in the filter.

A shadow, vast and dangerous loomed over her. Sarah blinked for a moment as she realized the sun was hidden and then a strong arm under her legs and shoulders. Within an eyeblink she was flying through the air, crashing hard into the deep end of the pool with a splash. Coughing she pulled herself out of the water to see Jessica laughing at her from the deck, the deep booming laugh that was so at odds with her old ultra feminine appearance.

She was still ultra feminine, but the booming laugh now mixed appropriately with the bouncing rolls moving across her gut.

Before the short skirt hadn't let it truly be seen, but now there was no denying it: Jessica Milgrave of the chiseled six pack now had a gut. It was big as Sarah's had been at the height of her pregnancy but looked far softer, a tan sphere of cinnamon apple butter warmed up in the microwave. Once she'd had a tiny belly button with a piercing, but now it was a cavernous hole that looked six inches deep. There were stretch marks along its bottom slope, angry purple ones that the skirt had covered up, and it had a good degree of sag to it, at the corners it was beginning to crease into a double belly. It looked soft as whip cream and warm as fresh bread, perfectly squishy and the only part of her body that didn't hint at the muscles napping beneath it.

'I could have had my phone you bitch!' Sarah sputtered in confusion.

'Nah, I have checked first,' Jessica laughed, taking her own phone out of her cleavage and putting it on a deck chair next to her smart watch and bending her massive thighs, 'cannon ball!'

Water gushed up into the air and Sarah was knocked under again by the wave. She pulled herself up, awkward and coughing again, as Jessica shot up out of the water with a kick of her long powerful thighs. The model flicked her hair as she did so, the jet mane swinging through the air as her breasts bounced first up and then down at the apex of her jump, the heavy mammaries threatening to rip through the swimsuit.

Jessica was wearing a white mono-kini made essentially from dental floss. Thin strings pinched into the round slopes of her hips, middle span disappearing within a crease, and the panties were incredibly small in front, barely covering her vulva which they pressed tight to in the nearing shadow of her hefty stomach. A single, inch wide band of fabric went up from it, meeting a gold ring that had two other tiny bands going up to her shoulders, barely covering her nipples before tying around her neck. Actually no...they didn't cover her nipples at all, Jessica's small, dark aerolas were clearly on display, large nipples poking through the fabric and as she splashed her slightly larger left boob popped free. A casual glance, far less than Sarah was taking in, suggested she needed a lot more support than they were getting: no more were her breasts perfect tear drops and despite her muscle sheer size was creating quite a lot of sag in them, more than usual for a twenty eight year old.

'Oh this water feels great!' the model sighed, flopping onto her back and floating quite easily, gut smoothing out slightly, 'you must be in this thing every day...you okay there Sarah?'

Sarah shook her head as Jessica followed her eye line towards the bulbuous tan bulk of her freed boob.

'Oh shit, I knew this suits days were numbered,' the super model said with nonchalance, stuffing the boob back into its minimal covering with one hand that still bore her immense engagement ring, 'but it was the only one I had at the Seattle place.'

'Sorry to stare, I haven't seen ...,' Sarah began before stopping herself from saying 'tits that huge' before going on, 'well I haven't seen those in a while...'

They'd been friends for years of course and team mates. It wasn't like she hadn't occasionally seen Jess' immense set on occasion, but usually they were brief. And they'd been half that size then, D cup tear drops of perfect symmetry and unbelievable perk. Now though they were enormous G cups at least and had buckled under their load of doubled fat content.

'I swear these things have a mind of their own anymore,' the tall woman laughed, doing a back stroke that made them and her belly bounce, 'you on the other hand, when did you get blessed with the titty fairy? That's one thing that has changed about you.'

'Meh, they're mom boobs,' Sarah let out a sigh, 'out of this they plunge like a sock with ten quarters in it.'

'Heh, doubt that,' Jessica guffawed, 'girl you look sculpted. Seriously I'm impressed. I know with you being a teacher you probably can't but if you ever want to do modeling call me, seriously you've got the body for it. How much have you been running lately?'

Surely she was just being nice. There was no way she was model standards. She was fighting just to stay at 130 and seemed stuck there and to make matters worse had been damn hungry lately and had cheated on her diet in a few excellent bakeries in france. A rebound was certainly possible if she went slack after the reunion in two weeks, staying thin would be a long battle against her genetics and the american diet.

''Seven or eight miles a day. Well, weekdays, twelve or thirteen on the weekend,' Sarah told her, 'with some light weights every other day. Still can't get below 130 though...'

'Holy shit girl, you training for a marathon? I thought your thighs were looking scary and that explains it,' Jessica exclaimed, 'That's more than we ever ran in school, hell that's more than I've run in an entire year.'

'Wait, you haven't run in an entire year?' Sarah asked in shock.

Jessica, the girl built for running? Jessica who's letter jacket was stiff with champion medals hadn't run in an entire year? The girl who'd run hard every day, even if it was 100 degrees or snowing six feet? That Jessica, who when being tripped at the starting line had won a race with a broken wrist? Who after gaining fifty pounds was interviewed by running magazine about the importance of running even if you were over weight, who'd done the NYC marathon at 200 lbs and looked like a dream at the end?

'Yeah, I miss it,' the huge woman sighed, reaching into the water and patting her thick legs, 'walking doesn't give me the same endorphen rush, no matter how many weights I carry with me or what the slope is.'

'But, why not?' Sarah asked as if a hundred and twenty pounds worth of reason wasn't hanging off Jess, 'You loved running, why would you stop?'

'About this time last year my knees started hurting, right after I did a marathon,' the model confessed, 'and my doctor did an MRI and said I was getting tendon damage, because there was too much weight on them. So...I had to stop long distance running. I can manage a jog of about a mile maybe, but that's about it before I start to hurt. I try and be built more for strength than speed these days but...well, sometimes we out grow things when we don't want to.'

She'd gotten too fat to run? Not too weak or out of shape, but just too big? And the elephant in the room of course was, why not lose weight then? Or at least stop gaining. Now that she thought about it, Jessica looked notably bigger than the last magazine cover Sarah had seen at the store a few months ago. Of course the image would be photoshopped but Jessica was starting to push the limits of plus size' definition.

'How about some beer?' Sarah decided to distract from that.

'Oh fuck yes, this time we don't even need fake IDs!' Jessica agreed.

An hour later and they were on rafts, the too much money her husband spent of the kinda crap IPA he liked littered across the deck. Sarah had the eighth or ninth bottle of the day between her thighs, looking at it over her somewhat bloated, sloshing belly. She was ashamed to see it with Jessica around, even though Jessica stone sober had a way bigger gut and she'd matched her drink for drink. The drunken blonde rolled down her over high bikini, letting the swollen gut breath.

'Really gotta envy you staying here,' Jessica said, just as morose a drunk as she'd been before, 'its so quiet here and peaceful...I mean apart from the weirdass cops...'

'Easy...easy for ya to say...ms. super rich model,' Sarah slurred, far drunker, 'I...I gotta teach buncha...buncha kids who don't want to be there...and I gotta stay...gotta stay thin for my husband...like it ...like he cares even...you...you've got it so easy...you're super rich and everyone loves you...and you can eat...wat eva you want and its okay you're fat!'

'I wish I could eat whatever I want,' Jessica sighed, 'I've gotta eat...what time is it?'

'Don't ask...don't ask me...I'm drunk,' Sarah slurred...

'I've gotta eat every sixty minutes,' the model grunted, 'fuuucckkk its been too long...'

With a lurch the big woman slumped off her raft, barely avoiding dropping her beer into the pool. For once her movements weren't graceful or powerful, the super model was breathing heavily, her movements clumsier than the beer could account for. Without bothering to dry herself off she stumbled over the deck, letting loose of her bottle and the sagging basketballs of her near naked ass cheeks bouncing with each lumbering step until she saw her phone and watch.

'Fucking battery died...no...its been two hours aggh,' Jessica near screamed, stumbling towards the house with her ass falling out of her swimsuit.

Unlike all of her published shoots there happened to be quite a bit of cellulite on them and stretch marks to boot, they wobbled like jello in an earth quake until she disappeared inside, actually waddling now and unrecognizable as the taut, perfect backside that had always been ahead of Sarah in races. She fumbled with the door, pulling harder and harder, great ripples going through her lard as it threatened to rip off the wall, ripping noises sounding from her overloaded monokini.

'It slides,' Sarah slurred

The door slammed to the side, Jessica giving great heaving gasps, worse than Sarah was at the ten mile mark.

'How'd...get so big...,' Sarah muttered, thighs twisting back and forth on the beer, driving it into her sex at the thought.

Jessica was fat. Perfect Jessica who was always perfect was fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. So fat but Sarah still wanted to do everything she'd always wanted to do. And better because now Jessica wasn't perfect but fat. Everyone said she was so pretty but she was so big and wide and deep and round. Sarah was thinner and tighter than her, even though she still couldn't fit into her college clothes...God she'd let herself go so bad...the last five pounds of stubborn baby fat were still sticking somewhere to her even though she couldn't feel them...

Music faintly reached her ears, 'You scream, I scream, we all scream for Ice cream....'

God she was hungry.

Sarah lurched from the raft, beer spilling into the pool. Her head swam but the rumbling gurgle of her stomach over whelmed that. She needed vanilla soft serve, not even good vanilla soft serve, in fact the shittier the better. That had been the only thing that had got her through her first year of teaching and pregnancy, it had been amazing, semi-solid cocaine good! She needed it, of course it would be fine to have a  few cones. She'd lost almost half of her pregnancy weight after all and she was sure she could get below 150 in time for the reunion...

Jessica's beer bottle had been left on its side and the aluminum held under Sarah's minimal weight as she tottered forwards through the open sliding door into her living room. She hit the couch arm stomach first and nearly puked, wheezing over it with the wind driven out of her. The drunk woman crumpled to the side, panting in and out in drunken pain.

'Oh God...'she murmured, confused as all hell, drunk off her ass and in a lot of pain, to the point she couldn't focus on what was happening.

Then she heard it, coming from the guest room.

Smacking, gnawing, ripping and grunting.

For a moment Sarah sat there listening to it and it went on and on. She wondered if a feral wolf pack had wondered into her house and was busily stripping an elk to the bone, but no...there hadn't been wolves here in four hundred years.The only one in her house was Jessica...

'Jessica?' she called out drunkenly, 'Jess are you okay?'

Only more of the horrible eating sounds answered her. The teacher got up, noticing a snickers wrapper on the ground by her foot. Her floor was covered in wrappers, at least a dozen each of snickers and pemmican surrounding Jessica's purse which had been ripped open. Not just opened, the designer leather torn to shreds. Several prescription pill bottles had rolled out, names incompressible. Sarah had never been the best at math but that added up to thousands of calories consumed in what had to be minutes. Why'd she have so much food in her purse?

Sarah stood up, rubbing the new bruise on her stomach. Cautiously, just as afraid as she'd been at the farm, she went up the stairs one trembling step at a time, the sounds only getting louder as she did and feeling like the first girl to get offed in a horror movie. What was she going to find up there? Had Jessica sprouted fur and turned into a werewolf?

'Jess you okay?' she asked at the top of the stairs, finding the guest room shut and the sounds on the inside resembling something from Jurassic Park.

'*umf* Don't *ugh* don't *mumf* look at *unk* me!' Jessica growled from inside, sounding like she was sobbing, '*urk* get out of *ugh* here...'

Sarah stumbled from the door, looking around for some sort of weapon. Whatever was happening in there didn't sound good and she didn't want to be unarmed, even if it was Jess. The idea of the super model as some sort of blood hungry werewolf wouldn't leave her booze soaked mind. Armed with a foam bat grabbed from her daughter's room, she tip toed to the guest room door, the sounds of eating redoubled from inside. Shivering in fear, Sarah opened the door, bat raised up high.

'...What the fuck?' Sarah yelled.

[Batman76]

Thanks, I wanted to have a lot of gratuitous fan service slide right into horror.

[Batman76]

Chapter 5: The Ones Who Changed, Again

'Don't...look at me...,' Jessica pleaded as she ripped open another pemmican bar and shoved it into her mouth, the fistful of grease and meat vanishing in one bite.

There wasn't a lot else to look at in the sparsely decorated guest room. Maybe the bed with Jess' army of suitcases ranked up on it, one of them torn open to reveal it was packed to the brim with serried ranks of protein bars, pemmican and snickers, hundreds of dollars of just the latter and God alone knew how many of the former. Or perhaps the new sea of destroyed wrappers ripped open across the floor. Or if you were stretching the definition of what wasn't Jessica, the food stains across her cheeks and chin, chocolate and grease smeared like make up in the rain. Or how the gold ring of her mono-kini had snapped, leaving the strings to hang low as surrendering flags.

'Jess...are you okay?' Sarah said, dropping the bat in horror.

The super model no...no her friend was huge. Given she'd already been huge, most of her hadn't changed: Thunder thighs remained tornado thick beneath well rounded hips, while her arms were those of a powder lifter in bulk session. Her breasts flopped out and hung, the world famous pair looking sandbagged as they rose with her frantic breathing. But what had changed...

'Do I look okay?' Jessica snapped at her in anger, 'No I'm not fucking okay!'

Sarah stepped back. Jessica never, ever lost her temper. The only time she'd gotten angry was when a new coach tried to make the team do a run in a dangerous storm and Jessica had told him the team would mutiny. But the sheer vitriol, the desperate anger in that statement...

Jess bit into a kingsized snickers, jaw chewing automatically even as her free hand pulled out a protein bar and ripped away the over with a practice twist of her manicured nails. It followed the candy bar, almost without space between them and then the new freehand found another snickers. Sarah watched six more changes of this horrible binge as tears ran down Jessica's face, before the gorging woman collapsed loud as a detonated building.

'Please...don't...don't look at me like this...' Jessica sobbed, covering her face.

Before, the brunette had had a gut. It had been big, pillowy and over fed. Beginning to crease at the sides into a smile of pure fat, as different from the old Jessica's mighty abdominals as sea was from land. Now her stomach was as tight as those long buried muscles had ever been, packed like a drum with a sloshing mountain of food. It stuck out a full foot further than it had before, evidence of a truly terrifying capacity, and looked rock hard. Jessica tried to sit up as Sarah didn't move but the incredibly strong woman, who had picked up the somewhat dense Sarah like she'd weighed nothing, fell back as her arms gave out.

That made Sarah finally act, not running as she'd thought. This was Jessica, Jessica who'd held her hand through five break ups and twice as many crushes, Jessica who'd flown in from a fashion show in Milan to be her brides maid and at her daughters birth had mailed a check of truly terrifying numbers for the now packed college fund. Running away from her would be like kicking a puppy.

Confused and still sore, Sarah walked forwards and laid down next to the weeping giant and put her arm over her shoulders, rocking her as best she could.

'There...its...Jessica, you're still my friend,' Sarah managed, squeezing tight enough to feel the thick core of muscle her friend still possessed, 'whatever this is, let it out. I'm here for you.'

The tall woman sobbed. Whether in fear, shame or illness Sarah didn't know. Reaching out and grabbing a quilt, she threw it over the two of them and held Jessica tight as she could while the crying went on. Outside, a summer thunder storm began to rumble and rain began to fall hard as Jessica stopped crying and began taking deep rasping breaths, the power of her lungs surprisingly deep. Sarah kept holding her, squeezing her tight until they both fell asleep.

...

The blonde woke up to a loud rhythmic clanking from the basement.

A hang over was stabbing through her eyes, otherwise she'd have insisted on sleeping through the sound which she realized had been happening on and off again for an hour. Sarah rolled over, finding that she was in her bed and in a pair of pajama pants and shorts. Confusing images shot through her head: a cow, Jessica back in town, getting drunk, Jessica being in a barely existent swimsuit, Jessica being huge, weird cops and a strange jingle she could almost hear. Rubbing her eyes she got up and frowned at herself in the mirror, noting the very bloated stomach that she'd have to work off.

'Ugh, an hour of fun and then two weeks of running,' the thin woman muttered as the thumping stopped for about thirty seconds, 'what is that? Jessica? Jessica are you still here?'

Sarah padded out of the room, picking up her plugged in phone to find it was already 6 pm. By the time she passed the guest bed room, spotlessly clean and the suitcases off the bed, the clinks had begun again and now she could hear deep, steady breathing between each thud. Going down stairs and then down to the basement, she was very unsure of what she'd find, she wasn't surprised to see it was Jessica on her weight bench set up opposite of their little basement bar. She was a little surprised to see her friend working out though.

It was wrong of her to think that Jessica wouldn't work out just because she was fat. Sarah had felt muscular sword sheathed in that fat and it didn't stay that hard by lounging around. But it felt weird, weird as anything lately, to see Jessica flat on her back, immense gut sticking in the air and easily doing bench presses with every weight Sarah owned on the bar. The blonde stared in amazement, she had after a lot of work managed to get to eighty pounds, but Jessica was doing two hundred easily.

Jessica suddenly stopped, wracking the bar and breathing for thirty seconds, before sitting up. The tan dome of her stomach split into rolls, no evidence of the collossal binge of earlier in its soft folds. The room was half dark, meaning it was near sunset, but she could see Jessica was wearing a skin tight pair of spandex shorts that her ass was pouring out of and her waistline mushrooming over, while her breasts were fighting against an equally tight black sports bra. Sweat was running off of her, but she was breathing easily.

'Uh, hi,' Sarah said, taking a seat on a stool.

'Hey. Sorry to presume I could use this but I didn't know if my hotel would have one,' the heavy set model said by way of explanation, not quite meeting Sarah's eyes, 'I wanted to get in at lest one set on this trip...'

'Hotel? Jess, you're staying here,' Sarah told her, strong than she'd thought to.

'Even after that?' Jessica asked, pinching her lowest, thickest roll, 'even after seeing...what I am?'

'Youre Jessica MiIgrave and we've been friends since we were six. I've been your friend since you were six and I'm not kicking you out of my house just because you got fat,' Sarah insisted, 'but...if I can ask, what was that? You didn't seem in control of yourself. Jessica, do you have an eating disorder?'

'I wish I had an eating disorder,' the model sighed, 'but no. No its worse than that.'

'Are you sick?' Sarah asked.

'Yes,' the model said simply, 'I'm extremely sick.'

She didn't look sick. Despite the fat, maybe because of how big she was, Jessica looked healthier than a horse. Even though she jiggled and wobbled she looked like she could bench five hundred pounds and work out constantly. The model athlete was a bit blubbery for certain, but she radiating health, confidence and power right now.

'Okay, I believe you but...what illness causes all of well, this?' Sarah asked, 'Is this why you got...Is this why you got fat?'

The plus size woman sighed and began moving weights from the bench bar to the leg wrack. She moved them like they were made of paper, easier than her husband had when he'd unpacked this stupid weight set and then never used it, easier than Sarah ever imagined anyone moving that much iron. Jessica stuck her legs into the wrack, immense thighs bunching into rolls and began slowly, easily lifting Sarah's body weight and more.

'It doesn't cause this but the treatment...,' Jessica looked down at the swollen collection of fat and muscle that was her, 'this is the treatment. It started three years ago, when I got sick. Remember when they mixed the flu vaccines wrong? Well I was one of the people who was down with it. I'd just started a new relationship and my boyfriend...he took really good care of me.'

'Is this the baker?' Sarah asked, 'did he do this to you?'

'No, not really. Francois is...dreamy. He's tall and strong and sweet and caring, I knew I was risking my body just by dating him. I broke my no desert rule for his food but when I managed to stay the same weight for a month I knew I could handle it. When I got the flu, we hadn't moved in together yet but he took it as an excuse to pamper me. I was out on my ass for two weeks and every morning got breakfast in bed, a nice latte and lunch delivered for me and then he'd cook dinner and make me desert. When I felt a little better he got me some really good pot and taco bell every night and the sex was amazing, he couldn't keep his hands off of me. He even did all the cleaning...and after a couple weeks of it...I was all better. But I didn't go back to my routine for another two weeks. I was high half the day and eating except for when I passed out or we had sex, I'd wear sweat pants to go outside to restaraunts and nothing when I was home. But when I had to do a teleconference. I get dressed up for teleconferences and found out that non of my dress pants could button. Not one pair, I had to do it wearing sweats, sitting there with this gross stomach poking out and knowing any second one of these fashion execs would ask me about how fat I'd let myself get. But it never happened and when it was done I weighed myself and had put on fifteen pounds.'

Jessica put on a few pounds? Even with her bulging out of her workout clothes it seemed hard to believe.

'It happens to all of us,' Sarah told her, feeling like a liar due to how she was obsessed with dropping the last ten from her own frame, 'its only fifteen pounds.'

'Well it never had to me. I'd been 130 pounds since my first shoot, when the agent said that I shouldn't be as ripped and planned on staying that way until I was at least forty. I'd been lazy and stupid and now...now I wasn't me anymore. I didn't recognize the fat girl in the mirror,' her friend near ranted, 'but two weeks of no running, sitting on my butt watching cartoons, eating lots of food and desert had...it makes me feel ill saying it but I was soft. I didn't have any muscle definition anymore, my stomach made a little bulge when I sat down. My muscles were all faded, my jeans didn't fit right, my butt was poking out of my underwear and my boobs didn't fit my bra. I felt disgusting, I refused to put on a swim suit, I refused to have sex...I almost left him just because he'd seen me.'

As she pumped nearly two hundred pounds of iron, Jess had never looked weaker.

'Sarah it was just weight,' she tried to insist.

'I know that! It was just a little weight...but I'd never put on a little weight before. I was Jessica Milgrave. I was perfect, people loved me because I was perfect and strong and sexy and smart and if I wasn't anymore? What would I be then? Who would I be then?' she asked bitterly, 'so I started working out. Hard, hard as I'd ever had and at first it was awful because I was out of shape for the first time and I got shin splints and cramps but I kept going, running at night so no one could recognize me because if I saw 'Jessica Milgrave is fat and ugly now!' on tabloids I'd die. After a few months of that and barely eating I was down to where I had been, but...but it didn't look perfect to me anymore. I looked at some old photos from when I'd won all state, back when I had a six pack and I just felt flabby and old and weak and ugly next to them...so I decided to get a six pack again and...'

Jess sighed, finishing working her quads. She stood up and rolled over, lifting the heavy weights with the back of her legs, ass surging up and up.

'Francois told me I was fine. That I'd looked good but...I should have listened,' Jessica grunted, 'I did a Sports Illustrated shoot, my second cover. I don't know if I saw it but...'

'I did. I see all your covers, and all your adds,' Sarah admitted to her, 'I...keep everyone of them in a file folder next to my taxes...'

She didn't say 'and sometimes I touch myself to them when I'm alone and other times I use them to berate myself'.

'anyway, you looked jacked on it. Scary jacked,' Sarah told her, 'more than ever. Your breasts even looked smaller you were so thin on it.'

'I thought I looked awful at the time. I was anorexic I know, I had an inaccurate view of myself and I felt like at any minute people would point out how fat I was. Oh god the irony,' Jessica sighed as her legs pumped, 'but well...right when I got back from Iceland, I skipped breakfast and went for a run. On the way back I started feeling woozy and weird, so I broke down and bought a bagel. Then I started feeling that way again an hour later and it got worse and worse until I ate again and felt huge. Then an hour later...I called the ambulance and almost died. Thankfully I was able to mutter something out about being so hungry and some EMT had a few snickers for lunch...after a few days of that they diagnosed me with Hysterical Starvation.'

'Oh god, that sounds...,' Sarah began, 'well it sounds...'

'Kind of insulting? Yeah,' the model sighed, 'no one had ever seen a case before, they wanted to call it 'Jessica Milgrave Syndrome' but I told them I'd sue. Its a rare genetic disorder that only goes into effect if your body fat falls below a certain percent but once it does go into effect its permanent. If I don't eat a certain level of calories and vitamins and fats every hour, well you saw: I get weak, forgetful, my speech slurs. The beer helped me but it needs to have protein and fat in it to really work. After an hour or so of that I'll start having seizures, full grand mal seizures that last about ten minutes on and one off for an hour. Then its organ failure.'

Silence yawned between them, the immense model sitting still on the work out bench.

'Jessica...oh God, this is...I don't even know what to say about it,' Sarah asked, 'is...is there any cure?'

'Food is the cure, lots of it once the symptoms start. As for permanent? There's a lab trial with retro viruses going through rats right now. I'm funding a lot of it, I guess being rich helps. It'll take another seven or eight years maybe before even an experimental drug is ready,' Jessica told her, 'if I'm lucky I might be alive, if I can keep up my exercises but well, even working out as much as I do my fat is starting to outweigh my muscle as of this year. I've been able to hold it to forty pounds a year but given I can't run anymore well, I might weigh five hundred pounds at the low side if a drug is out.'

She picked up a set of bar bells and started pumping, smooth and flawlessly, huge arms bunching powerfully despite their layer of fat. Sarah walked over, putting a hand on her friend's shoulders.

'I had no idea, oh God, Jessica I ...I should have called you,' the blonde said softly, 'you were suffering all this alone and no one knew...'

'No one ever knows,' Jessica grunted, 'no one knew I've been seeing a therapist for guilt and anxiety since my dad died in eight grade either but well, no one knew probably died of the same thing when he was training of a marathon. He was out running too far from help...'

Jessica's Dad had been her super hero, a retired Navy SEAL and the town's fire captain. He'd taught her everything she knew about running, about standing up for herself and others, about being a leader. His death had caught the whole town by surprise and his funeral had been immense, Jessica had stayed over at Sarah's for a month afterwards.

'So I had to be perfect, I had to be the perfect daughter for him,' Jessica sighed, 'and now I was being told that I was either going to have to eat every hour or die immediately. That I could get fat or essentially commit suicide. I really thought about the later but Francois and my therapist...basically they guilted me into staying alive, if I committed suicide I'd probably inspire copy cats. So my therapist told me that if I had to get fat own it. Instead of retiring and hiding off all my money, announce to the whole world that I was gaining weight and act like I was proud of it. I can't believe it fucking worked, when I said it on that talk show I'd already gained ten pounds and felt like a sausage. I was sure everyone was going to boo but instead they thought it was a joke...then everyone liked it!'

A cracking laugh sounded from the black haired woman, 'I can't even believe it worked! It shouldn't have! You know how awful the fashion industry is? I've been told to lose weight constantly, it was why I stopped working for VS, and now all these companies were tripping over themselves to say 'Hey, show us how fat you are! We'll pay you!' I'd thought I'd get a few Lane Bryant ads paying crap money but now I'm busier and making more than ever...'

Her laughing almost sobbed, 'Oh god, I'm being paid to eat myself to be a fucking pig. A giant fucking cow. Every day I think someone is going to say 'Oh my god you're disgusting!' and it'll all fall down...but no one does! I got chubby and squishy and no one said I was too big, I got to be plus sized and no one said I was too big and now I'm one of the biggest plus sized models at a shoot and no one says anything! Its fucking crazy!'

The tall woman leaned into Sarah, almost knocking her over.

'Jess, you look great,' Sarah told her, 'you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'd seen you put on weight and you just kept getting prettier and prettier and ...when I saw you today my jaw almost hit the floor.'

'Heh,' the model huffed, putting the weights on the floor, 'I don't know how long that'll be true. This time next year I'll be three hundred pounds, I can barely see my feet anymore, my chin bunches up when I eat...I just want to be skinny again.'

'Aren't you the one who says weight is just a number?' the teacher quoted, one of Jessica's ad campaigns, 'I've met so many people who love you know. All these women used to hate you for how thin you were but now that you're big they love you, you're their Joan of Arc. I see women in bikinis who'd never wear them before.'

'Oh yeah, I'm a fucking fraud too, thanks for the reminder,' the model remembered, 'I say all this shit but there are days I'd slit someone's throat just for my thighs not to touch again, to be able to run, to not have to lug all of this around...my ass is getting snug in airline seats Sarah. Me, Jessica Milgrave is getting an ass too big to fly. I have to set car seats back so my gut doesn't hit the horn, I can't run...I say this stuff and people cheer about size positivity but I'm just standing there thinking 'three years until no more long distance walking, five our years until I'm too big to lift heavy weights, six for a walker, eight years until I need a mobility scooter just to get around, maybe ten before I can't move. Tick tock tick tock, piggy piggy piggy.' And I'm around all these ...I'm such a bad person for thinking this, I'm around these heifers who clap and cheer when I tell them its okay to be fat! And its all about making me feel better...'

They sat quiet again, before Sarah told her, 'If it helps you feel any better, I teach a useless language. None of my students remember it a year later, even the good ones. My mornings are dealing with thirty kids an hour who don't want to be there, trying to keep them off their phones and just wanting to slap them, then my afternoons are dealing with classes of ten nerds who are in it in the hopes they'll sound romantic in college. I'm useless, I do nothing and if I vanished no one would care. My husband would just get some new fucking trophy wife to knock up before his fat covers up his dick. He probably already has, his secretary has a twenty four inch waist and boobs as big as yours and he hasn't come home early since he hired her. And I still think you look better than me, this is wrong to say, but if we could swap weights right now I'd say do it. I've barely been able to stop looking at you this whole time and even knowing what you've told me I still keep taking you in and just feeling wowed.'

Jessica laughed, 'You said fuck. Masterbater said fuck! You never say fuck!'

'Even I swear sometimes,' Sarah said sheepishly and they both laughed.

'You really think you're a trophy wife?' Sarah asked.

'I know I'm a trophy wife,' the blonde admitted, 'I'm not a complete idiot but...I'd be in a studio apartment with what I make otherwise, driving a beater or riding a bike. I didn't want to put in the work to be a doctor or a dentist or be a supermodel financier genius like you. I found someone who'd make money and hitched my wagon to him, even though he was a prick who kept undressing you at my wedding. But at least now I'm in this place and driving a lexus, even though I know both are pretty low compared to you. He married me for my looks and I know that because we didn't have sex in between me starting to show and when I got below 150 last year, if I didn't think he'd divorce me I'd just eat and eat and eat to show him. I'd turn into a small town blob like my mom and every other woman in this town does eventually, not like he'd care. He doesn't care about me at all, I was masturbating three times a day when I was pregnant and he wouldn't touch me! Yes I got fat during it, yeah I got so big I blew a button in class multiple times but ...he looked at me like I was shit. At least your fiancee likes that you're fat!'

'Okay, you've got me on that one,' Jessica laughed, 'I have no idea what he'd done if I hadn't started blowing up. Ugh, I'd say we should get drunk but we already did that. If I could run without breaking a knee I'd say lets do that, but for now, let's get some food in you and then we can go climb the werewolf.'

'The werewolf?' Sarah asked her, 'at night?'

'I brought head lamps, you can run the lower slopes while I waddle up them and then we can do the steeper parts together,' Jessica laughed, 'but first you should eat.'

'No, no, I'm already over my daily calorie limit,' the weigh conscious blonde said, 'sorry if that offends you but...'

'What offends me is you not caring about your health. You only drank beer, you need something if you're going to work out and some water,' Jessica grunted, rising to her feet like an eruption of magma, 'come on, I make a pretty good egg white omelette.'

....

Two hours later, after Sarah had eaten and they'd both had plenty of water and worn off the hang over, the two were pulling into the park parking lot. Fog was already rolling in off the nearby Atlantic and grey clouds covered the June sun, giving it a dismal air.  While there'd been little traffic on the waythrough town, Sarah was surprised to find no one in the parking lot. Usually there were at least some people running, especially as the weather had turned cooler with the rain.

'How do you sleep?' the driver asked as Jessica began eating, 'I mean, if you have to eat every hour...'

'I gorge before bed, not quite as bad as I did today but four or five full meals worth,' the model said, eating daintily now, 'I take in twelve hours worth of calories to sleep seven. Its miserable. At least in Seattle I can have all the cinnamon rolls I want but here I'm down to pemmican. I hate to ask this but can we go shopping tomorrow?'

'Of course, my husband sure as hell didn't buy anything,' Sarah agreed as she got out and started stretching.

The fit teacher lunged and bent on the pavement, annoyed at how her still bloated belly poked out a little bit from her t shirt. She'd been too embarrassed by her bloat to wear just a sports bra, something her friend didn't care about.. On the other side of the car, Jessica was pulling out a strange looking rack of stacked weights and strapping it to herself before strapping on knee braces, ankle weights and a pair of fifteen pound iron dumbbells, as well as a large fanny pack and a weighed belt bearing several water bottles.

'How much weight is on that thing?' the teacher asked.

'About seventy pounds,' the model grunted, 'I'm debating on upping it, its getting easy on the thighs but not so much on the knees if you know what I mean. Here, take this head lamp.'

Sarah slid it on, 'So...I want to get in six miles of running. I'll run to the top of the switch backs, then back to here and then hike the rest with you until we're ready to get home.'

'Really? I thought you said you were doing seven or eight miles a day,' Jessica pointed out.

'Honestly it seems kind of petty after we spoke,' Sarah sighed, 'what, I want to lose ten pounds so I can impress people I haven't seen in ten years? I'm not gonna get fat by running only six miles a day.'

'You could probably gargle cake batter at the thing and look thin next to me,' Jessica sighed, pinching her own folds of fat.

'Jessica, if it made me look as good as you, I'd drink melted butter at every meal,' Sarah confessed, making the big woman laugh.

After a drink of water, Sarah started running. She kept a good pace, fast but not fast enough to trip in the falling light, even without her music. Passing through the park, she took a left at the little patch of woods where she'd seen Becky and Rachel munching on ice cream a life time ago and crossed a creaky, ancient looking covered bridge over the roaring river. The path led into a broad meadow and the werewolf loomed up ahead.

It wasn't really called the werewolf, technically it was called Mount Olive but no one called it that but historians. It was a big lump of rock left by some ancient volcano, broken by a billion years of earthquakes and glaciers into a nasty humped thing two thousand feet high, covered in creepy looking pine trees. As her feet pumped, Sarah tried to wonder why it was called the werewolf.

Maybe it was the big lump of rock at one end of it, that kind of looked like a wolf's head if you'd never seen one. Maybe it was because the wind rushed through caves within it to sound like howling at certain times of the year. Maybe it was an ancient Indian folk tale of it being a giant monster slain by a silver meteorite.

Or, Sarah reflected as she ran on alone towards the hill/mountain thing, it was because of the rumors.

Everyone had a cousin's friend three grades up who'd sworn that while they were smoking pot or drinking beer they'd seen a monster growling in the woods. In the seventies a van full of hippies had claimed to be attacked there by a huge, shaggy creature. When ever someone inevitably disappeared, usually fleeing a bad mortgage or worse relationship, the local kids would claim that the were wolf had gotten them.

And behind the rumors, she thought as she ran up the switch back, were the old, old witch tales, literally the only thing that anyone remembered from the local history class at high school. Salem's hysterical panic had ripped through every part of Massachusetts bay in the 1600s and Witchcove, then Wilcove, hadn't been an exception. In fact it had been a hot bed, a hamlet of five hundred people had nearly a quarter of its population arrested and tried, so many that the sobriquet witch cove had caught on permanently. Almost all had been dragged to the temporary jail in a fort built atop the nearby hill, confessed and paid their fines, save for one person who'd refused to admit guilt and faced the noose...

Going around one switch back, Sarah almost ran into a tree. The storm had down a tree in the trail, an ancient oak bigger around than her car. Instead of slowing though, Sarah jumped it, flying over it without missing a step.

'I really am in shape,' she admitted, realizing she was almost at the end of the two mile trail.

Sarah's strong legs flew her up the switch backs, barely burning. As she ran, the young mother took an earnest stock of herself, feeling the ease with which she breathed and the power of her legs. She was strong, she was fit, she was goddamn gorgeous! Her husband didn't deserve her and she shouldn't worry about the last ten pounds, it was probably all muscle anyway. Surging up the steep slopes, she made it to the bald spot atop the hill. Maybe she should take up Jessica's offer on modeling, yeah she'd said that about being happy but...well if she could get some more financial independence...

A loud, animalistic gust of wind sounded through the clearing at the top. Sarah shivered, knocked out of her reverie to look around in fear. There was nothing but shadowed trees of course, were wolves weren't real and no real predators were within a state. Despite that knowledge Sarah turned on the head lamp, scanning the evening gloom and yelping to see animal eyes glaring at her.

'Shit!' she gasped, heart rate running until she realized it was a deer.

A big fat doe, so used to humans it was barely wild. The animal stared at her, mouth chewing back and forth, as it stood next to the old, overgrown stones of the fort.

'You're lucky I"m trying to be a vegetarian,' she spat, turning back to the switch backs.

Fog had poured up out of the ocean and river, coating the lower half of the park in pea soup. From this vantage point Sarah could see a tiny dot down in the murk bobbing back and forth: Jessica's light. It was further along than she'd expected, already near the edge of the meadow. Sarah realized she'd underestimated her friend again, she might be fat, sore, sick and carrying a hundred pounds of iron weights but she was still Jessica.

Turning on her own head lamp, Sarah raced back down the switch backs, near sprinting. She knew how dumb that was in the dark, a single trip could mean a broken ankle, but fuck it. She wanted to feel speed.

At the base of the hill she saw Jessica, arms pumping with every step.

'The views great!' Sarah said to her, 'I'll see you at the top!'

'I'll meet you back there, there's some trails around the back I want to look at!' the tall model yelled at her.

The flat part of the park shot past in a blur and in a moment she was back at the parking lot. Like a horror movie monster, an ice cream truck was under the light, its song playing.

Sarah couldn't really hear it, just a note every now and then, but she felt that irrational urge all the same.

You're going to be the thinnest woman at the reunion, punched into her head as she saw the truck.

You lost so much weight already, insisted as she neared the parking lot.

Vanilla soft serve, you can have a few cones and stay under 160, it repeated as she slowed to a stop.

'No...,' the teacher murmured, 'no...'

A pair of spanks and that dress will still fit, it insisted, 'and if not you can get it let out...'

Her legs disobeyed her, walking forwards.

After all, she loved soft serve and hadn't had it in nearly a year. After becoming a mom she'd been content to let her baby fat stick to her and then after she was done breast feeding, she'd slowly chunking up further until she'd been toying with 200 lbs. Yeah she was heavy and sloppy and could barely use the stairs, yeah she was one of the heavier women of her age group but who cared? She'd lost forty miserable pounds since getting the invitation to the reunion and was ready to give up, she couldn't gain that much before the big day and she knew she'd regain each pound once she didn't miserably jog two miles a day anymore.

Fifty feet from the truck and she saw the clerk, a stunningly beautiful young woman. She had perfect olive skin and long brown curls, with dazzling amber eyes and a sculpted lean face. A swan neck led down to full, pert breasts, easily DD cups shown off by a near pornagraphic uniform. It showed her midrift, studded muscles on full display down to her flat navel.

'Mrs. Smith?' the young woman asked, cutting the music suddenly.

Sarah blinked, feeling hung over again, as the woman repeated her statement, 'Mrs. Smith is that you?'

'Sam...Sam Ramirez?' Sarah asked, seeing the name tag pinned to one perfect tit, 'you've uh...grown up.'

Sam had never been in one of Sarah's upper classes, although she'd been in one of the intros a few years ago. Sam had been, well as a teacher Sarah couldn't say it, but she'd been a loser. Braces combined with bad skin, from a fairly poor family and with few friends. She'd been quiet and anxious, very short and very overweight, high pitched voice barely rising when called to the front to present, she'd been well over two hundred pounds at barley five feet. She'd been smart, but she'd been too shy to be a good student, turning in okay grades. It was the second transformation of a former outcast into a stunner Sarah had seen in two days, but this time it was a feminine version of a recent graduate.

'Oh yeah, I had a growth spurt,' the young woman giggled, like a parody of an air head and showing flawlessly white teeth.

At 18? While dropping half her body weight save from her tits? Sure...

'So you're working as an ice cream driver, I take it now, Sam,' Sarah said, walking up to the unappealing displays beneath the young woman's abs.

'Oh, its Samantha now, Sam is such a pfftt loser name,' the fit girl giggled, 'and yeah, I'm making way way more money than I did as a telemarketer. I'm going to be able to go to college finally...although maybe not. The strip clubs are always hiring and the tips there are awesome.'

'Good to hear... Samantha,' Sarah asked, 'Hey, weird question but does Omni-Dairy own your ice cream truck?'

'Uh, maybe?' the former nerd shrugged, tits bouncing, 'I don't really pay attention at the meetings. But we do tours at the big factory in town, you should come tomorrow afternoon! I'm on the shift there, we give out free samples and there's cue cards for when I forget stuff.'

'Oh, I'm on a diet but thank you,' Sarah waved off, 'I need to get back to running, an old friend of mine is waiting for me...'

'Yeah, you look great for like, your age' Sam, who had to be less than six years younger than her said, 'but this is diet ice cream. Zero calories!'

'Sure...thanks but I really gotta go,' Sarah said, 'I don't have my wallet on me anyway.'

'No prob, its free!' Samantha insisted with a smile, holding out a towering waffle cone of soft serve vanilla, leaning out of the car in a gesture that would give a man a heart attack.

Sarah blinked, mouth going dry as she looked at the cone, a foot of saturated fat held by a goddess.

'Free? Is this a first come first served thing?' she asked, making herself stand still.

'Oh no, its free for like everyone,' the driver laughed, 'we've been having just awesome business because of that. Corporate says profits are through a roof!'

There were a lot of things wrong with that statement, but Sarah was caught off guard by how smooth Sam's face was. The girl had been covered in cysts, the type that left nasty scars no matter what. But her olive skin was perfect, smooth as a baby's bottom without a hint of a scar. And her eyes...Sam had had dull brown eyes, but now they were bright shining hazel.

'I really can't....' Sarah said.

'I have to insist, like go on take it!' Sam said, almost leaning out of the truck, and smiling ear to ear, 'Come on! You know you wanna, I remember you eating these in the cafeteria your first year teaching. You had them every day and looked so happy...'

Sarah fought to keep her arm down, a task made easier by the first echoing pop from the were wolf.

'Was that a gunshot?' she asked.

Four more sounded in quick succession, echoing out over the fog. Sam froze and Sarah turned to look up at the hill.

'Call the cops!' she told the gorgeous graduate, 'I've got to get to her!'

Sarah ran, sprinting back into the fog.

Behind her, Samantha's smile turned off, like someone had thrown a switch. She dropped the tower of ice cream without a sound, letting it splatter onto the parking lot. Exiting the truck, having to duck due to her 6' of height, Samantha paced across the parking lot on long, powerful legs, each punctuated with a click of stiletto heels that no food worker or driver would ever wear. Eyes dead, she bent down next to Sarah's car and pulled small tool from the pocket of her skintight shorts and casually cut the air stem of each of her old teacher's tires.

Sam's radio hummed with static and she pulled it off of her belt, speaking quickly into the headset, 'No, no she didn't take it. I almost had her, she was about to grab it out of my hand...listen please don't she was about to...no! NO please, NO!'

Samantha's brilliant hair began to grow lank as grease shot up the roots. Acne scars mixed with fresh outbreaks began breaking out across her face, growing thicker by the moment. Perfect breasts began to deflate, dropping a cup size in ten seconds as her abdominals disappeared beneath a surge of fat that poured out over her shorts. The button shot off as the perfectly taut booted became low and sloppy and her log legs grew thicker, thighs slapping together even as the tall girl began to shrink, an inch every few breaths.

'Its out after them! She went up to the old fort and that must have woken the beast up,' Sam gasped with an increasingly unpleasant voice into the radio as the button broke of her shorts, cracking open the car window, 'I know that its not supposed to happen until they're all ready but it did!'

She stood gasping for a moment, 5'6 and a hundred and seventy pounds of chunk, face bearing moderate acne, teeth yellow and crooked and barely a C cup.

'No, I don't know who else is with her,' Sam said into it, sounding smarter than before, 'she said that they were waiting for her up the hill. There were gun shots, it sounded like a pistol, yes I know it wouldn't work but I didn't hear it howl. Whoever she was with is still up there then for now. Yes, yes I disabled their transport already, its a sure thing. Yes she recognized me but she wasn't resistant to the jingle. Of course ma'am, I'll stay and observe but...I'm compromised like this.'

She paused and then gave a relieved sigh. The pressure on her pants stopped, reducing until they fit like a glove again. Fat on her legs turned into bulging muscle as they shot back up in length,  just as her tubby belly faded back into firm abdominals and her breasts grew until they tested the bonds of her bra. Hard muscles sprang into being along her slender arms and instead of soft amber, Samantha's eyes were shining yellow. She smiled, showing sharp, white teeth again.

'Affirmative, I'll stay here and recover the bodies, Samantha out,' she said, not with air head ease but not her old, nervous nerdiness either.

Now she stalked over to the van, coiled and lethal as she pulled a camoflauged jump suit out from under the ice cream display. It was slightly tight, it was cut for six feet of slender curves, not six feet five of packed muscle, but was soon on, along with a pair of combat boots. After the shoes were on, she pulled out another box.

The parking lot sounded with the oiled clicks of her assembling rifle.

 

 

 

 

[Batman76]

On 8/5/2019 at 3:29 PM, Nate said:

Looking forward to the rest of this story!

Good to hear it! I'm looking forwards to writing it.

 

8 hours ago, xandercroft said:

Ah, the soft serve is magic.  Well, isn't normal soft serve?  

Its a well known fact, it makes such wonderful changes.

 

I'm sorry if these are kind of long to read, the next few after today's chapter should be much shorter. This upcoming one is long and there isn't that much fan service but...more is coming.

[Batman76]

Chapter 6: The Ones Who Ran, Back

Adrenaline shot through Sarah’s lean body to give her muscles super human strength. The four miles she’d run that day already meant nothing and the bizarre conversation with the suddenly gorgeous Samantha was forgotten. Fog whipped by her, the first mile over the flat lands vanishing within five minutes, faster than she’d ever run before.

 

‘Jessica!’ She yelled out into the night.

 

A howl answered her from the top of the hill. Loud and baying, it echoed on and on through the fog, like the largest beagle ever born. The faint pop of a gunshot silenced it prematurely and then two other shots roared through the night.

 

Sarah ran up the switch backs, muscles beginning to burn from the sprint as the adrenaline began to wear off. What the hell was she doing? If someone was shooting at Jessica, and it had to be Jessica because no one else was in the park, what was Sarah going to do when she got up there?

 

A fast runner she might be, but she was short, thin and unarmed. She stopped at the downed tree on the switch back, grabbing a thick, baseball bat sized branch and moving up more cautiously. It solved little she knew, Armies went to war with guns instead of sticks for a reason, but made her feel a little bit better. She jogged up the hill slowly, fear going up her back as she turned off the headlight to make herself not be a target.

 

‘Jessica!?’ She yelled, increasingly nervous.

 

What was she going to do? If Jessica was being attacked what good could she do, break a branch against some insane Hunter or crazed stalker? Jessica might be obese but she was still female juggernaut who could probably pick up an attacker and throw them off a hill. If she couldn’t beat whoever this was, Sarah had no chance. And if her friend was injured? What could she do? Picking her friend up skinny would have been an issue, doing it now when she was twice Sarah’s weight was impossible.

 

‘Jess!’ She said in a loud whisper, realizing how dumb it was to make herself heard.

 

A foul smell made her nose crinkle: blood mixed with shit. Over it she heard the sound of munching, much worse than Jessica’s gorge that afternoon. There was a crunching, popping sound. Bone splintering and right in front of her.

 

Sarah tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone dry. Something was right in front of her, a dark shape rocking back and forth on the trail in the middle of the meadow. The terrified teacher looked around and realized it was dark enough she coulnd’t see the trial back off the werewolf.

 

Werewolf...why the hell did she think that?

 

Yellow, animal eyes shined in the dark, staring at her but making no move.

 

‘Please be a deer, please be a deer, please be a deer,’ Sarah whispered, hand going to turn on the headlamp.

 

The deer, the fat stupid deer, was laying on the trail.

 

And off the trail.

 

Parts of it were strung up in the trees.

 

Most of its fattened body was in one spot,innocent head bent back at a ninety degree angle with four deep cuts across its neck going to the bone. The back legs were gone, one of them hanging on a branch. The carcass flopped back and forwards as it was fed upon by the ...thing on the other side.

 

Sarah tried to say something but she was frozen on the spot in terror.

 

There was some resemblance to a man, if a man had sickly, wrinkled pink-grey skin covered in patches of mangy grey fur. If a man was six feet tall at the hips and had a gaunt, bony torso of equal length bent almost double. If a man had arms long as Sarah was all ending in steak knife length talons. If a man had the hairless, earless, rotted skull of a month dead wolf cracking deer vertebrae with its rotten brown teeth.

 

The monstrosity stared at her, mirror bright yellow eyes looking right at Sarah’s brown ones. There was nothing behind them but a bottomless hunger, an overwhelming need to consume, to stuff itself in an unending feast. Deer flesh vanished up its maw as it watched her, guts and muscle sliding up its lipless mouth and over its wormy tongue. The sound of it eating grew louder, she realized it was eating faster and faster, trying to shove all of the food it could into its mouth before she could run.

 

Because it couldn't leave all this meat behind to kill her but the moment the food was gone it was going to charge.

 

Sarah broke out of her trance, shaking her head and turning to run as the last meat vanished and the thing sprang. It hit the ground where she’d been, close enough that mud splattered against her thighs. The meadow sped by and the switch back heard, but she tripped over a branch, falling and tumbling onto her back with skinned palms and skinned knees.

 

Howling it came running, in an absurd Wiley coyote run with claws raised up before it.

 

The first bullet blasted out an eye and the back of its skull.

 

A second destroyed its throat.

 

A third punched a hole under its rib cage.

 

It fell to the ground in a tangle of too long limbs, arms twisting and writhing as it bit the air with foaming jaws.

 

‘GET UP and Run!’ Jessica yelled at her from the trees, light clicking on.

 

Sarah sprang to her feet, running forwards to catch up with her friend. The tall woman was scratched by branches and stained by mud, her weighed pack was still strapped to her but in her hand was a pink, comically small semi-automatic pistol. Together the old friends ran, the switch backs falling behind them.

 

‘What was that?” Sarah demanded breathlessly.

 

‘I don’t know, but they get back up *huff*,’ Jessica wheezed, already falling behind as her thighs slapped together.

‘

Sarah yelled.

 

More howls sounded from the hill, answering one another. One, two, three, four, five, six, a full dozen. Sarah pressed faster, stopping only when she realized she couldn’t hear Jessica’s steps. Turning, she saw her friends light a hundred feet back and sprinted towards it.

 

Jessica, the greatest athlete Witchcove had ever produced, perhaps the best runner te state had ever produced, was doubled over and wheezing. Gallons of sweat poured off of her despite the coolness of the night and she sucked in air and out through her mouth, violating every running rule known. Massive legs trembled in the lamplight, threatening to collapse and her soft knees were noticeably swelling.

 

‘*Huff* Fuck *argh*,’ she swore, nearly hyperventilating after less than a mile, ‘go! *ugh* Leave me!’

 

Tears were pouring down her eyes, tears of fear and frustration. Three years ago she’d have been a mile away by now, even a year ago she’d have kept running but too much fat had stuck to her body to run. ‘I can jog about a mile’ she’d said to Sarah that afternoon, but that had been overly optimistic, not counting in how her immense weight would hamper her soft, delicate knees.

 

‘Not a chance,’ Sarah told her, fumbling with the straps holding the weight harness to Jessica’s shoulders, ‘there’s no cowards on your team, remember?’

 

It was hard, her head lamp was unsteady, the straps were the same color as Jessica’s sports bra and they’d dug deep into the butter soft fat. She found and undid one buckle just as the first monster sprang out of the mist, popped eye still reforming, and swinging its claw at the doubled over supermodel.

 

Jessica howled in agony as she was cut before there was a sharp clang of iron, the model was thrown to the ground and the beast screamed louder than its victim had. It staggered back in Sarah’s headlight, holding up its damaged talons which smoked and popped, the thin layer of flesh over them burning away from its bones. Seeing a gleam of pink on the ground, Sarah grabbed Jessica’s pistol.

 

She’d never used a gun before, the closest had been when her husband had drunkenly made her play Call of Duty when they were just dating, but the weapon was already ready to shoot. Sarah’s first shot went wild, flying off into the swirling mists as the creature snarled at her. There was less recoil than she’d thought and less noise, she recentered and fired again, the second bullet blasting off the monster’s ear.

 

Still smoking, it stumbled towards her, unburned hand raised as a shield. Desperate, the teacher pulled the trigger again, the bullet blasting through its skeletal palm and through its remaining eye. Sarah pulled the trigger again to a dull click, the chamber empty but her pursuer fell with a thump and instead of foaming and snarling it immediately began to rot away.

 

‘Jesus,’ the teacher whispered to herself as the monster sizzled and popped.

 

‘Ugh,’ Jessica groaned from the ditch, trying to push herself up.

 

The model was a mess: blood dripped steadily down her back, her knees were a mess of scrapes and dead leaves and grass were stuck all over her. Sarah ran over to her, grabbing her arm and helping her up. That didn’t go well, Sarah was fast and fit but not a lifter, three hundred pounds of fat, muscle and iron didn’t budge easily and Jessica seethed as her injured back stretched.

 

‘Leave me damn it,’ Jessica moaned, nearly collapsing back, ‘I’m too fucked to keep going. I was before this…’

 

Sweat and blood covered her and her immense breasts rose and fell with rapidity, she was almost hyper ventilating. Jessica Milgrave, the best runner Sarah had ever seen couldn’t even get up. Fear, shame and sympathy had ground away at Sarah’s barriers and something inside her, something hidden from her snapped.

 

‘Oh is fatty gonna lay down and take a nap?’ Sarah asked snidely, in the mean girl voice she’d never used, ‘do you need me to get you a snack Ms. Porky buns?’

 

‘What?’ the injured model wheezed, taken aback at the insult.

 

‘You let yourself get too fat to get up,’ Sarah continued on, ‘Jessica Milgrave is such a big fat lazy lump that she’s gonna sit on her big flabby ass until the werewolves eat her. At least there’s so much lard on her they’ll be eating till the sunrises! Look at you, the sexiest woman on earth got too big to stand! I used to be so jealous of your tits and your abs and your legs and now I can’t even stop wondering if you can still even fuck! You’re so fat you’d lie about being sick just to excuse how big your ass got!’

 

‘Stop talking to me like that,’ Jessica said, anger rising.

 

‘What are you gonna do if I don’t, lardass?’ the thin teacher giggled, taking out her phone, ‘Sit on me? Hold on, I need to take a picture of you so I can share it online of how you’re so fucking lazy and useless. You’re such a bulked out piece of crap that you can’t even get up! Do you need a food bribe to get up, because there’s a whole ice cream truck for you to pig out on if you can get off the ground, fatty!’

 

Jessica snarled and surged up at her, ignoring injury and exhaustion. A massive fist rose up but she realized she was standing before she could hit her friend, who smiled sheepishly at her.

 

‘Oh god I”m so sorry Jessica,’ Sarah stammered, ‘it all just slipped out and you’re not a piece of crap and I know you’re not lying and…’

 

The injured model grabbed the empty gun from Sarah’s hands, checking the chamber and pulling another magazine out of her fanny pack. She reloaded as she began lumbering forwards, Sarah still gabbling apologies along her side.

 

‘Really you don’t look bad and you’re not lazy I just wanted you to get up,’ the blonde went on, voice rising higher as she yelled.

 

‘Sarah, shut the fuck up,’ Jessica wheezed, feeling her knees spasm and going to drop her weight harness at last, ‘and thank you for not letting me get eaten.’

 

The weight hit the ground with a thud and the obese model lumbered forwards a little easier. Sarah looked at the iron, pieces of the monster’s hide still sizzling on it, and picked it up by the straps. It weighed a ton, she almost fell over but she held it like a club.

 

‘What are you doing with that?’ her friend demanded, ‘come on!’

 

‘You shot that thing three times and it just got back up,’ the teacher countered, ‘It hits this and it started burning, then died when I shot it once. These weights are like acid to them and if one of them comes at us again I don’t want to be unarmed.’

 

‘Fine, just come on,’ the brunette insisted.

 

They trotted on through the gloom, moing slowly to deal with the weights and Jess’ injury. Sarah was soon dragging the weight rack, her arms burning with effort, but the lights over the parking lot loomed before them. Sarah’s car was still there, alongside the still form of the ice cream truck.

 

‘Why the hell is there an ice cream truck here?’ Jessica asked.

 

‘I don’t know, I saw it earlier and talked to the old student of mine driving it,’ Sarah told her, memory cutting through the fear, ‘it was weird, this girl was a homely little mouse four years ago but she looked like she’d stepped off a pinup when I saw her tonight. She was really insistent on me eating a cone of vanilla from it. I told her to call 911 when I heard you shoot, she must have waited for me.’

 

‘You haven’t called 911 yet?’ Jessica asked her, anger in her blue eyes.

 

‘No, I ran to find you!’ Sarah snapped, pulling her phone out and wincing when she saw there was no signal, ‘Damn coverage spots, screw it anyway, let’s get to the car and get out of here.’

 

‘Sam, if you can hear me drive the fuck out of here!’ Sarah yelled at the truck, hoping the skinny ice cream saleswoman was just in the back and not being digested.

 

A minute later they were opening the Lexus, Jessica’s legs wavering from pain. She was wincing at every step now, trying and failing not to put any weight on her knees.

 

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ the model whined, ‘I hope I didn’t tear anything. Oh FUCK.’

 

The last was when she leaned into the car seat onto her cuts, the pain searing through her as torn flesh touched leather. Sarah winced in sympathy and started the car, slamming the gear into reverse and hammering the gas only for the car to slump backwards, barely controllable.

 

‘What the heck?’ she almost swore, barely able to get the wheel turned as the cars computer display showed all four tires were flat! ‘They popped my tires! Oh my god they can think! We can’t drive this with four flats!’

 

‘Get into the ice cream truck!’ Jess ordered, throwing the door open and lurching out.

 

Sarah remembered to grab her keys before leaving the car, running past Jessica (foot squelching on melted vanilla) and finding the ice cream truck unlocked. She scrambled inside of the vehicle, thanking God that the keys were in the ignition.

 

‘Sam are you back there!’ she yelled into the back compartment, which was vacant save for ice cream.

 

Jessica slumped into the car, wheezing and rasping, taking out an inhaler and puffing on it, ‘Come on, drive!’

 

‘Sam’s not in here!’ Sarah yelled in response.

 

‘If Sam’s not in in here she’s already dead,’ Jessica snapped, ‘get us the hell out of here!’

 

Sarah turned the keys on and immediately the jingle began playing. Instead of putting it into drive the teacher froze in her seat, head turning back to the ice cream department.

‘

‘Sarah, drive!’ Jessica yelled at her.

 

Sarah  stood up in the cab and rushed to the back of the truck. The vanilla soft serve machine gleamed and the jingle shot through her head faster than a bullet. The slender runner wrapped her lips around the soft nozzle of the device and pulled the lever, instant nirvana shooting through her body.

 

Jessica didn’t bother trying to figure out what was happening. Wincing in pain and cursing at her bulk, she hauled her heavy body into the drivers seat and shoved it into drive just as two of the monsters galloped into the headlights. Cramping or not, her thigh muscles drove the pedal down to the floor and the truck shot forwards. The model barely had time to slam the seat belt home before the first monster slammed into the front of the vehicle, in the back Sarah was knocked to the floor, groaning in pain as she landed on her stomach. Jessica kept the pedal flat, ramming into a second wolf monster and then ramming both of them into the cast iron railing along the parking lot. Both beasts howled and hissed, their flesh dissolving and the model fired through the windshield, putting two bullets through each of their heads before she put the damaged truck into reverse.

 

‘What are you doing!’ the gunslinger yelled, twisting back to see Sarah making out with the ice cream machine again, sucking at it with the intensity of a baby at the tit.

 

‘So...good…,’ the teacher muttered between long sucks, ‘turn...music….can’t...think…’

 

Jessica looked back at the front of the truck, hitting buttons and only managing to turn on swirling lights. She bent back to see if the switch was in back only for a loud gunshot to ring out through the night sky. The driver’s window shattered, scattering glass across the model’s arm and the bullet went where her head had been a second before, blasting out the rest of the windshield. Jessica hit the gas,the truck reversing out of the park.

 

An enormously tall woman with a gun and a buzz cut walked out of the fog, tall enough to make Jessica look like a shrimp. Immense muscles bulged at military fatigues, while a belt heavy with magazines and a knife was cinched around a tiny waist. She worked the action of a bolt action rifle, looking cooly down the scope at the retreating car and its terrified driver.

 

Jessica dropped below the window, firing blindly over it as she whipped the car around put it into drive and shot down the highway as fast it could go for five full minutes. Fog and the occasional car whipped by, until they came to the town’s first intersection, a lonely three way exit in the middle of nowhere, which turned red as Jessica rounded a corner. She hit the breaks, coming to a stop and let a long, painful shake go through her body. Putting her head in her hands, the trembling woman felt fear and self loathing and confusion run through her until someone kicked her in the shoulder.

 

‘Umff*, help, *ugh* me,’ Sarah moaned.

 

Looking back, she saw that Sarah was still sucking down soft serve, wrapped around the machine like a lover throughout the gunfight, sucking it down even as her belly began to press against the machine. Soft, frantic moans were escaping between sucks and one hand was jammed firmly down the front of her pants. Her nipples looked ready to rip through the sports bra. On the roof, the truck’s sound system still played the jingle:

 

‘Not my truck anyway,’ Jessica hissed, firing through the roof until it stopped playing.

 

Sarah fell immediately to the floor, moaning in pain and joy. She lay on her back, sticky and writhing, face and breasts covered in slowly melting goop. The flat, firm stomach she’d started out with was a swollen mess, rising up far more bloated than mere beer could ever hope to make it. The dome went far past her breasts and forced her shorts to her navel, nearly as large as her baby belly had been. An all over shiver shot through her and she kept touching herself, hand itching faster and faster along her clit while her other hand went to her tits, going faster and faster until she began to scream.

 

Jessica watched her in amazement as her friend’s back arched and the blonde screamed louder than any of the werewolves had before passing out.

 

‘What the fuck,’ Jessica asked the air.

 

A mile or so away, Samantha sprinted after them. She ran fast, faster than a human should be able to run, with the rifle held tight in her hands and her yellow eyes blazing. She only stopped when the radio on her hip buzzed a demand.

 

'Ramirez, progress check,' it ordered.

 

'Maserbaur managed to avoid being consumed, she escaped with the truck and her accomplice after killing several of the hounds,' she reported into it, voice clipped and easy despite going over thirty miles an hour.

 

'They did what?' the other voice shrieked and immediately the super human woman began to shrink.

 

Muscles deflated as belly fat surged over her abdominals, ripping open her pants even as her pant legs became too short and her breasts went from E to B.

 

'She's awakened!' Samantha screamed into the radio from five feet off the ground, 'I've got visual confirmation she's consumed it.'

 

'...Affirmative,' the voice on the other end said flatly, 'pick up is incoming. Begin monitoring subject, she's the keystone, she'll have to be grabbed before her abilities manifest. Who was with her? The husband's been dealt with.'

 

The transformation stopped, then altered. Belly fat vanished, her waist becoming lean and tappered while her legs became long and slender. Breasts popped back out, perfect tear drops with small nipples five inches above the chest as her girlish hips sported a rock hard bubble butt. The stretched out fatigues hung off the tall, slender girl who ran her hands through her again long hair.

 

'Uh, some fat chick, I don't know,' the air headed young woman shrugged, 'she was kinda pretty but she was really big.'

 

'Milgrave,' the radio said, 'she shouldn't be here. She'll be an issue, just like her father.'

 

'Was she that old model?' the twenty one year old beauty asked,'the one who got all like, chubby? She was all scratched up and bleeding.'

 

'Bleeding...how?" the radio demanded.

[Batman76]

Thanks, it's high praise. I've got some more twists coming up today...

[Batman76]

Chapter 7: The One Who Lost, Gaining.

 

‘Ouch,’ Jessica hissed as the EMT wiped her back injury down with alcohol.

 

‘Better than an infection,’ the man told her, ‘and nothing compared to the r**s shot you’ll need to get.’

 

‘I hate shots,’ the model said, ending as another hiss as gauze whipped blood off of her back fat, ‘but I guess its better than getting old yellered. Was there anything vital hit?’

 

‘No, don’t mean to sound mean or anything but it was just a flesh wound,’ the man said a little sheepishly, ‘although I’m sure it didn’t feel that way.’

 

She was sitting on the back of the ambulance, who’s lights still flashed into the chilly night air. The EMT was acting with extreme professionalism, caring only about the injury and nothing about the topless supermodel who sat in front of him. To Sarah he looked vaguely familiar, a fit looking man about her age with brown hair, and she was amazed at how Jessica was able to sit there with her dignity only protected by her hands, which had never been a match for her top heavy figure and we're now dwarfed by the task.

 

Four sheriff’s deputies were doing their level best to pretend not to look as they milled around on the highway from where Jessica’s 911 call had finally reached them.

 

‘So to make sure I got this down right, you were out running and were attacked by, what was it again?’ The sheriff asked again.

 

Gilcourt had been sheriff as long as Sarah could remember, he was a tall man with a bushy grey mustache and cold eyes. She remembered that Jessica’s dad had disliked him but wasn’t sure why.

 

‘A horde of werewolves and Wonder Woman’s gun toting evil twin,’ she said mentally.

 

‘I...I think it was pack of dogs,’ she said shakily, hand pressed against her hoody and the stomach that pressed tight against it, ‘big ones. German shepard mixes maybe. They were crazy and feral, I heard Jessica shooting at the ones circling her and ran back to help.’

 

‘And what exactly were you going to do? You’re not exactly going to scare them off,’ the old man said rather cruelly.

 

‘Hey, I try and stay in shape,’ the teacher countered, ‘I was able to help her back to the parking lot but someone had popped all of my tires. The dogs were after us and we ran into the ice cream truck to try and escape.’

 

‘Why not just stay in the car?’ He asked her in a hostile voice, ‘why decide to commit grand theft auto to escape some mutts?’

 

‘Someone else was shooting,’ Sarah didn’t lie, ‘some crazy Hunter or something. He blew out the window of the ice cream truck so we had to get out of there. Even if he was shooting at them we didn’t want to stay there. That’s reasonable, isn’t it?’

 

‘To me it sounds like horse shit, especially because we didn’t find so much as a hair of any dog at that parking lot, just an airhead dairy clerk so intent on making out with her boyfriend in the restroom that she hadn’t noticed her truck was stolen,’the sheriff said, ‘and you two can both talk to us about it down at the station and further…’

 

His radio buzzed and the old man listened to it, his expression growing angrier.

 

‘Understood,’ he grumbled into it, turning back to Sarah, ‘you’re lucky that Omna-dairy isn't pressing charges today. They’re sending someone out to pick this up later, they even said that you could take whatever you want from it. You two are free to go.'

 

'Are you going to give us a ride?' Sarah asked.

 

'Not part of the job description,' the sheriff spat.

 

The teacher put her hands to her stomach, stretching out the omna-dairy hoody she’d grabbed from the tricky like a 11th month pregnancy. She knew it looked ridiculous, she wasn’t fooling anyone to the stuffed circumference of her waist and was equally scared and angry. Scared because of the power that jingle had clearly had over her, angry because it had undone months of work to she'd her baby weight.

 

‘Am I going to need stitches?’  Jessica asked as she was bandaged up, ‘I don’t want to sound vain, but I can’t afford it to scar in my line of work.’

 

‘Ha, I doubt that your publishers would care. I’m sure they’d Photoshop it out if you asked,’ the EMT chuckled, ‘but no, you got lucky. These scratches were pretty shallow. A week or so and you won’t even be able to tell.’

 

‘Good, at least something’s going well tonight,’ Jessica sighed, stopping her watch from humming and eating a pemmican bar, ‘sorry, diet plan.’

 

‘No need to explain, I’ve been on one for years,’ he said, ‘diabetes.’

 

The Sheriff’s deputies began leaving, the sheriff stringently ignoring the victims. How he’d repeatedly won elections baffled Sarah and she got up off the omni-dairy truck form where she’d lent, already feeling the weight of ice cream shaking in her gut. The cops didn’t bother offering either of them a ride, although they’d collected the truck keys. At least they hadn’t been arrested though.

 

‘You gonna be able to walk back?’ Sarah asked her friend, slightly annoyed in the way the EMT seemed to be fawning over the plus size super model, ‘because we don’t have much of an option.’

 

‘My knees are feeling a lot better, if I don’t have to run I can make it. How far would it be from your house? I’ve only got three or four shots...or energy drink left.’ The taller woman responded, not fully letting out that she had a gun, as the last bandage was stuck on, standing up and putting on another stolen omni-dairy jacket that didn’t cover her slightly droopy paunch.

 

‘About four or five miles,’ the teacher sighed, ‘and after running more than I usually do in a day even before I got chased by dogs.’

 

‘I can take you in,’ the EMT volunteered, ‘it's on the way to the depot anyway.’

 

‘Thanks...have we met?’ Sarah asked, not trusting anyone but Jessica in the increasingly bizarre town.

 

‘We were in Junior English together, Tommy Hilgreen,’ he admitted, ‘I was a lot bigger then so I don’t blame you.’

 

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. Tommy Hilgreen had been a human dough ball in high school, funny and smart but nearly fat as he was tall. This guy wasn’t exactly captain America but he looked pretty strong and fit. And given how odd every high school loser turned paragon had been, it was tripping all kinds of alarm bells.

 

‘Do you mind if we ride in the back?’ Jessica asked quickly.

 

‘Can’t too many drugs, even though I know you wouldn’t steal them,’ he said, but there’s enough room in the front for you two.’

 

Jessica nodded at the hesitant Sarah, clearly her hesitancy to ride with strangers was overwhelmed by not wanting to be mauled to death again by werewolves. Not long after they were driving away, Sarah in the middle seat with Jessica’s expansive hips pressing into her. Her old friend was warm to the touch and damp with sweat, but Sarah pressed in close anyway, constantly fidgeting with how the belt cut into her stuffed waist.

 

For a bit there was just silence until Tommy turned to them at a stop sign.

 

‘Sorry for the shit he was giving you guys,’ he told them both, ‘asshole cares more about looking good for voters than solving any crimes or not treating people like crap. He’s tried to interrogate ODing junkies I’ve been trying to save before.’

 

‘Well, if Omna-dairy had pressed charges I don’t know what we’d have done, go to jail I guess,’ she sighed.

 

With her marriage rocky and her body slipping out of control it was the last thing she needed, even before werewolves started showing up.

 

‘My lawyer would have eaten his small town asshole out,’ Jessica boasted, ‘I’m not joking either, man is gayer than a fruitcake and ruthless as a T-Rex. Gilcourt would have been on his knees begging him after the lawsuit he’d dropped. He got VS to pay me five hundred K after their fashion director said I’d never walk in their show again.’

 

Some good natured, relieved laughter went through them.

 

‘So, I have to ask this as someone that isn’t law enforcement,’ Tommy said with some hesitation, ‘I’m not a doctor but Hippocratic oath and all that, I can't share anything, just like a priest. What scratched you?’

 

Jessica for once hesitated, ‘I told you, a dog.’

 

‘Some dog, to jump that high and have claws that deep and get a cut like that through your sports bra,’ Hilgreen said with a raised eyebrow, ‘and to not run away when you shot at them.’

 

‘No one shot at anything,’ Sarah denied.

 

‘Then the powder marks on both your hands are some sort of make up?’ He asked as the ambulance pulled into town.

 

‘Acorn street,’ Sarah told him instead of answering as houses and business went by, ‘7th house down it.’

 

‘I’m asking this because I know something weird is going on here and as your both from here I know you’ve noticed too,’ the EMT told them, ‘in spring time, half my job used to be driving out to mom and pop farms and helping people who got kicked or gored or run over by a tractor. The last few weeks? No calls in the middle of the summer when all the herds get worked. I drove by one place where I used to be every few weeks and it was a ghost town.’

 

Sarah looked at Jessica, neither willing to say anything.

 

‘And I got hassled by some security goons that I almost recognized from school, save that they were missing three hundred pounds and I know that makes me seem suspicious but I started losing weight in senior year and these guys were heart attacks in waiting last christmas,’ Tommy continued, ‘and I saw Hilary marsh at the grocery store yesterday and she was holding her pants on with a rubber band.’

 

‘Well, Hilary got pretty heavy after she got knocked up at Prom,’ Jessica said, ‘a fake reputation as the town slut will do that to you.’

 

Hilary had been a pretty good, if not star basketball player and a popular girl until a broken condom had ruined her figure. She’d resisted pressures to raise the thing and adopted the resulting twins out, but had spent senior year swelling up in the interim, going from the second best athlete in the school into a sloppy apple with a belly too big she couldn't get into a desk. She’d lost her scholarship as a result and been stuck in town working at the grocery store, but had worked her way up through the ranks and down in weight, to general manager and almost her high school size.

 

‘Hilary got big into cross fit and being a vegan since you left,’ Sarah confirmed, ‘Listen Tommy, yeah, we’ve noticed some weird things lately. And...I don’t know how to explain them in a way that doesn’t sound crazy. But there’s something dangerous behind it.’

 

They pulled up in front of Sarah’s house and the two got out, the EMT handing over a business card, ‘If you see anything else weird, call me.’

 

He drove off and Sarah put the card in her pocket, ‘Do we trust him?’

 

‘Apart from you I don’t know who to trust,’ Jessica shrugged, walking toward the house, ‘you came back for me after all, why?’

 

‘You’re Jessica, we’ve been friends since I’ve known what that meant,’ the blonde teacher sighed, ‘if I left you behind, who would I be? Why do you have a gun?’

 

The obese model sighed, ‘because I’m a supermodel. I’ve had a few stalkers, one of whom got pretty offended when I started putting on weight. Sent letters saying how I was ruining gods plan for us. Ugh.’

 

Once inside, with all the lights on and the doors locked, Sarah threw off the hoody and groaned at the pregnant looking food baby hanging out over her shorts.

 

‘Oh that’s gonna take a while to run off,’ the teacher grunted, ‘and I was finally making progress.’

 

‘Skinny thing like you will work it off,’ her much heavier friend noted, making Sarah blush, ‘even though you making out with that thing while werewolves attacked us was weird as fuck. Why were you doing that?’

 

Yes, she had a weight problem but her friend had it far worse. Just because she was still well above her college weight didn’t mean she had room to complain.

 

‘It felt like mind control. Could it have been some sort of subliminal message?’ She asked.

 

‘I have no idea, my background is financial investment not ice cream jingles,’ the tall woman said, ‘right now what I need is a shower, my pre-bed meal and bed. Tomorrow is going to be busy though, we’ve got to figure out what the hell is going on.

 

‘Shower, bed and shower again,’ Sarah agreed.

 

….

 

Morning came and Sarah woke up feeling like shit, despite the shower and the long amount of sleep she’d gotten after snoozing her morning go run alarm. It’d been a misery she’d tried avoiding whenever possible since she’d started it up and a monster attack seemed like a good enough reason. Dull clinks were coming from down stairs, Jessica already working out again like the maniac she was.

 

The blonde rolled out of bed and realized by the impression on the bed that she and Jess had slept in the same room the first time since they were kids. It explained why she didn’t remember any nightmares despite the horrible events of a day before, the taller woman was like a nightlight to her. It was slightly embarrassing as she’d slept completely nude, but the model hadn’t said anything at least.

 

She padded into the master bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh to see herself in the full length mirror.

 

‘Oh thank God I didn’t get fat,’ Sarah sighed as she saw herself looking exactly the same as the morning before.

 

It wasn’t a candle to her college body of course, but given how fucking weird everything was she’d expected to wake up substantially heavier. Instead she was the same: an oversoft trophy wife who was still trying to burn off baby weight even as middle aged spread appeared over the horizon.

 

Her double chin dutifully showed unless she looked straight ahead and only one dimple showed on her slightly round cheeks. Full D cups hung heavily but fully on her chest, barely changed from when she’d been nursing. Her belly was still her belly, a full, toneless paunch even with her boobs that spanx didn’t quite hide when she dressed professionally and had made her too embarrassed to wear a bikini or go running in just a sports bra. Her hips still hadn’t lost the awkward roundness and the somewhat low, squishy butt that she blamed on her teaching job had only partly receeded. At least all the running she’d been doing since she’d burst that button on Christmas was firming up her legs, they weren’t the graceful stems that she’d had in her youth but three miles a day, five days a week was toning them up and making it so that she didn’t waddle.

 

She went over to the scale, happy that her thighs only brushed occasionally and looked down at the display: 152 lbs.

 

‘Oh thank God, only two pounds after all that beer and ice cream,’ she sighed.

 

Sarah was still technically overweight, but the teacher reflected that she’d made some significant progress in her endless battle of the bulge. She’d let herself get far too fat while pregnant, enough that her asshole husband had stopped touching her and lost most of it in the first year, getting down to 140 lbs, to the point that her pre-maternity clothes sort of fit. However going back to work, looking after a baby and cleaning house without help combined with her continued sex drought had led to less exercise, more time sitting and plenty of stress eating: she’d regained every ounce in two years and never quite admitted to herself how big and out of shape she’d gotten again. She’d known she’d been getting porky, her husband had tossed plenty of digs her way even though he wasn’t exactly svelte himself anymore, but the painful barbs had only made her eat more. He hadn’t paid her enough attention when thin, maybe stuffing herself would make him hurt?

 

It wasn’t until an insurance mandated physical at the start of the last school year had told Sarah that she was obese and starting to get high blood pressure that she took things into hand. The weight loss in the year since then had been slow and difficult, exercising when you’re 200 lbs and haven’t ran, swam or done so much as a sit up in three years is hard. But Sarah had once been an athlete after all and the pounds had come off surely with only a few hickups here and there. She was proud of herself: she was up to three miles a day on week days now, was fitting into clothes she hadn’t worn in years and had even started using the long disused weight wrack down stairs

 

Yo-yo’ing in weight wasn’t good for you, the stretch marks on her thighs, hips and gut didn’t argue with that, but it was better than staying fat or getting fatter. She meant to keep this up, to try and get down to 130 or maybe even 120 and stay there.

 

‘Long way to go, but you’re on the downward slope,’ she told herself, standing side ways and sucking in her greatly receeded paunch until it was almost flat again.

 

She had to let it go after a minute, it flowed out until it was again even with her chest.

 

Sighing, she stepped into the shower only to hear Jessica’s voice come up from the lower level.

 

‘Hey Sarah, is this scale in the guest bathroom accurate?’ Her friend yelled, voice full of concern.

 

‘Should be, what’s up?’the teacher returned.

 

‘Because it's says I’ve lost ten pounds, which shouldn’t be possible,’ the model yelled back

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1 hour ago, swahilimonkfish said:

Now this was a fun twist! I love how each chapter has a truly wtf moment whilst still doing all the other narrative stuff. You write stories like they're shows for Netflix, with these cliffhangers, and I'm here for it

Ha, if only I could make them bingable.

[Batman76]

1 hour ago, Ganaroth said:

I've got to admit, that was pretty smooth. I genuinely thought you were being inconsistent with your description of Sarah for a bit, before I got what was going on.

If I could, I was tempted to go edit the previous descriptions of her to further the mind fuck

[Batman76]

31 minutes ago, Russian Troll said:

This will be, of course, another unfinished story. 

I know, I know; I'm being churlish but dude if you ever wrapped up your stories you'd be 66% more appreciated, I think. 

I understand that. I actually have a plan for this one

[Batman76]

Chapter 8: the One who Gained, Losing

 

‘This isn’t possible,’ Jessica said breathlessly, standing on the bathroom scale as if she was afraid to get off of it, ‘this literally can’t happen. Are you sure it's reliable?’

 

The blue numbers blinked softly: 243 lbs.

 

‘As far as I can tell, yeah,’ Sarah said, wearing a bathrobe and leaning on the tub, ‘maybe you did lose weight? We exercised pretty hard yesterday.’

 

Jessica breathed deep before answering, ‘Sarah, I have to eat about ten thousand calories  every day so I don’t die. Yesterday wasn’t even that hard of a day for me work out wise, usually I do at least two hours of lifting and five of walking to try and burn off as much as I can. I’ve started each day heavier than the previous one for three years straight. If I’m losing weight than either my metabolism has doubled or...fuck, who knows.’

 

The Supermodel didn’t look much different to Sarah’s eyes. Perhaps her bra was a little less snug or maybe her belly didn’t bulge quite a much, but at Jessica’s height and weight ten pounds was hard to notice. It was possible she was standing a little more easily but who could tell.

 

‘With how weird things are in Witchcove lately, I’m not discounting anything,’ the French teacher shrugged, ‘people are gaining weight out of nowhere according to Tommy, people are losing weight out of nowhere. There were werewolves for God’s sake.’

 

‘I was gonna ask,’ Jesica said softly, ‘you ate a lot of ice cream yesterday. Did any of it stick?’

 

‘By a minor miracle, no,’ the blonde sighed in relief, ‘I’m the same weight as I was before the trip.’

 

Jessica was more than a little distracted by her own sudden loss. Three years of seeing her much beloved and lauded body, the body that she’d worked so hard on, slowly bury itself in layer after layer of chub to avoid immediate death had suddenly and without explanation come to an end even with her outrageous diet.

 

 She didn’t notice the overnight softening of Sarah’s face or how her hard runners thighs had a coating of fat obliterating most of their muscles. Her near modelesque friend had grown into a definite mom-bod overnight but Jessica was at the moment too self absorbed to see.

 

‘Well, that’s something at least,’ the model sighed, ‘so what do we do next?’

 

‘After showering? Take you to get a r**s shot and then do some research,’ Sarah told her, ‘then we should...call the cops? The FBI? The army? Who handles werewolves and weird dairies?’

 

‘At the moment, us,’ the model shrugged, ‘we’ll need to get some more fire power too after the hospital. I want them to do blood work on me anyway, no telling what the hell those things were. I don’t want to get mad cow disease or something from them.’

 

‘...Jessica, what if they were werewolves?” Sarah asked her, crossing her legs with a little bit less ease than yesterday, ‘there wasn’t a full moon or anything last night but who knows how any of that would work. You were scratched not bit…’

 

She left it unsaid.

 

‘Then I guess we chain me up in the basement during the full moon,’ the model frowned, ‘woulnd’t be the first unique disease I’ve had. Let’s get going though.’

 

After soaking off, the two were getting into Jessica’s luxury rental car. This time the model, wearing size 20 white jeans that were slightly looser and a matching crop top, did notice her friend seemed different: the leggings fit her thickened legs like sausage casings and a soft muffin top showed an inch of pale flesh between pants and shirt. Sarah kept idling tugging it down, only for her shirt to ride back up. Ten years of modeling and three years of miserably watching her own body inflate had given Jessica a keen eye for figure changes and boy, was Sarah’s changing.

 

Yesterday the blonde runner had been almost modelesque, fitness not runway but still, with hard legs and a firm waist. Now her thighs were thick and soft, the near thigh gap filled up with squish and her profile showed a double chin. Her belly just rested on her thighs and her boobs were filling her bra to capacity, while softer arms pressed on her sleeves. At least twenty pounds had found their way onto the other woman’s figure in merely hours.

 

‘Are you sure you’re okay there?’ Jessica asked, as she unplugged the tesla finding that bending over wasn’t quite as hard as it had been. 

 

Knees that should have been painfully sore after the hard running now felt fine, almost rested. The strain on Jessica’s back from hauling around her enormous gazongas was less and her shoulders felt higher. Was it her imagination or did she not feel at all sore from the punishing work out with weights that morning?

 

‘Apart from being hungry? I’m fine, let’s stop by McDonald's,’ Sarah suggested, ‘Saturdays are one of my cheat days after all.’

 

‘I didn’t realize you had cheat days,’ the model asked with a raised eyebrow.

 

Most high school athletes ate like pigs, in training and after, but her friend had always eaten like a bird save with sweets. And yesterday had barely eaten at all.

 

‘Saturday's and Sunday's, sometimes Friday's,’ the mostly thin teacher shrugged, new D cups surging against her shirt, ‘but the weights coming off slowly but surely.’

 

‘...Right,’ Jessica said.

 

She was grew more alarmed when her friend ordered an entire Mcgriddle breakfast with a supersized coke and extra hashbrowns at the mcdonald’s window. The calories added up in Jessica’s head as she ate one of her horrible pemmican bars, over a thousand of them. Sarah gobbled it down without even seeming full and rested her hand on the swollen ball of her stomach, shirt riding up past her belly button. Given how weight conscious her friend had been yesterday, Jessica was sure Sarah would at last notice...but instead the blonde merely gave a small hiccup and smiled as she pulled into the hopsital parking lot.

 

It was only seven thirty and Urgent Care wasn’t busy when they walked in. Jessica did notice a large and very well stocked candy vending machine full of unfamiliar brands, a close examination showed that they were all Omna-Dairy subsidiaries. 

 

‘Jessica!’ a high pitched voice came over the counter, ‘Holy crap I haven’t seen you in forever!’

 

‘Holy crap,’ Sarah whispered as Becky came around the corner.

 

When Jessica had last seen the former cheerleader, she’d been drunk off her ass at a post graduation pool party and wearing a bikini two sizes too small bought well before her senior year slump combined with painted on cutoffs. The short, busty blonde’s over fed curves were oozing out of it, from her somewhat sagging E cups to her butter soft ass to her new beer belly which had a red ring around it where her pants continuously pinched it. To her it wasn’t a shock to see Jessica waddle around the edge of the desk, flowing out of her scrubs but Sarah took in a sharp intake of breath.

 

‘Becky!’ Jessica said automatically, ‘you’re...married!’

 

The nurse was a pillsbury dough ball of a woman with a large ring stuck onto one swollen pinky finger. 

 

‘Ha, guilty as chaged!’ the blonde squealed, going to hug the taller model who felt their stomachs bump into each other and squish, ‘Good thing more men like heavier women around, heh? We can’t all be like Sarah and stay lose weight easily, heh?’

 

 Jessica was fat but there was an immense amount of muscle under it, Becky on the other hand was all chub. Her face had a floppy jowl wobbling under its chin. Buttery arms were visibly testing the short sleeves of her scrubs. Breasts like 3/4th inflated volleyballs pressed against the top of her shirt while a beachball gut hung out over her pants, pale as the moon. Normally scrub pants were loose but Becky’s didn’t have an inch of give anywhere, they looked painted on and were wearing thin in between wobbly thighs.

 

Sarah chuckled softly, looking awkward and nervous as Becky kept squezing Jess. The teacher made eye contact, pointed at Becky with steepled fingers and then rapidly expanded them.

 

‘In two weeks,’ Sarah mouthed.

 

‘So what brings you two in here?’ The blubbery nurse smiled.

 

‘Well, sad to say it but I got attacked yesterday,’ Jessica told her, ‘we were working out and a dog chased after us and scratched me prett bad. The EMT told me to come in for a r**s shot just in case. I was thinking maybe some blood work too just to make sure I didn’t pick anything up.’

 

‘Of course, you’ve gotta be careful with animal attacks,’ Becky nodded, chins creasing as she did and a faint jiggle going down to the bottom of her near apron gut, ‘right this way.’

 

While Sarah waited out front, Jessica suffered being poked, prodded, weighed and having a painful injection to her stomach. Becky acted with complete professionalism, save that she was huffing and puffing afterwards. The model watched her with bafflement, she herself might be big but she’d never gotten so tired doing small tasks. She knew that she’d be like that within a few years but Becky was moving as if all this weight wasn’t supported by anything.

 

‘So Becky, did you do any cheering while you were in your nursing program?” Jessica asked.

 

‘Ha, I wish I had,’ the nurse giggled, ‘then maybe I wouldn’t be quite so big. But no, you might not remember but I started gaining a lot of weight senior year and never stopped. I know I should, being a nurse and all, but I don’t think I’ve worked out in about nine years. I’m really glad you decided to gain weight though.’

 

‘Oh?’ Jessica said, knowing what was coming.

 

‘Oh yeah, when you started gaining weight and owning it, it was like the second coming!’ the nurse laughed, shaking like jello as she looked at the blood work report, ‘Suddenly it was okay to be chubby adn then okay to be fat! I started wearing crop tops again! You made me feel confident enough to go dating and get engaged. Oh what you’ve done for all of us heavy girls is great.’

 

‘Happy to help,’ the overweight model said uneasily, ‘...say, I hate to ask you this  and don’t want to judge but ...do you think Sarah looks heavier?’

 

Becky smiled at the chance to gossip, ‘Well, she’s not skinny enough to squeeze back into those pants yet. But its pretty amazing, she was as big as me last year. I’m so proud of her losing weight! Wish I had the discipline but I can barely maintain at 280.’

 

280 at maybe 5’2? Holy crap she was a doughball, a fried one at that, within twenty, no, ten pounds of the afflicted model.

 

‘Huh, I hadn’t realized she’d been that big,’ Jessica said, shaking her head.

 

Was she misremembering, or was something even weirder going on? Sarah had seemed super fit the day before and was now just chubby, had she been wrong then or now? 

 

‘Well, us small town girls can’t fight fat,’ Becky giggled again, ‘its almost a curse, if you’re skinny as a girl you’ll get big as a woman. I hope Sarah can keep it off.’

 

‘You mean fight fate right?’ the model corrected.

 

‘Nah, fat,’ the nurse insisted, handing over the chart, ‘so as for your health, its great. You’re negative for anything we can detect here and the vaccine and dose of antibiotics I gave you should keep anything from the bite out of you. I do need to see the wound though, the EMT guys are kinda unreliable.’

 

Jessica sighed and took off her top, glad she didn’t have to cover up her tits this time. Becky kept gossiping as she put on gloves and shakily stood on top of a very wobbly chair and began to take off the bandages.

 

‘I’m jealous personally. Not just of how perky you are but how good your cholesterol and BP are,’ the blonde said idly.

 

‘Odd, my last doctor’s visit they said I had crossed over into high blood pressure,’ the brunette said.

 

‘You must have changed your diet or something,’ Becky shrugged, finishing removing the bandage, ‘...when did you say this happened?’

 

‘The bite?’ Jessica asked, looking up from blood work numbers she hadn’t seen since below 200 lbs, ‘Last night, less than ten hours ago.’

 

‘Damn EMT bastard, must have wanted an excuse to have you take your top off,’ Becky grunted, stepping carefully off the chair, ‘this didn’t even need a bandaid. Its just a bruise.’

 

‘I’m sorry, but he said it was a flesh wound,’ Jessica asked, remembering the pain and the blood she’d left all over the place.

 

‘Well the guy had to be lying,’ Becky told her, ‘was it Tommy? I always knew he was a perv, even though he’s not fat anymore. You’d think people would remember that you were a genius and hot. That didn’t even break the skin.

 

‘I see, well thanks for everything anyway,’ Jessica said as the tubby ex-cheer leader waddled out in front of her, plopping back down at the attendant desk, which had its own mini fridge and a trash can full of wrappers already.

 

‘Hey, it was great to see you! Rachel was throwing a pool party for all of us girls on the fourth, are you guys doing anything friday?’ Becky asked them both.

 

‘I mean, I don’t have a suit I’d wear in public but I can get one,’ Sarah said as she got up, finishing one candy bar and with several candy bar wrappers in her fist, ‘we were going to the store anyway.’

 

Jessica’s eyes widened as had Sarah.

 

When they’d come into the clinic, her friend had been chubby. She’d had a muffin top, big mommy boobs and most of a double chin to go with thick thighs. But she’d been kind of in shape seeming at least.

 

Now she was certainly chubbier. The second chin had only been there 80% of the time but was now near capacity. Her shirt had ridden up another inch over a fuller paunch and her pants were leaving a red ring around her midrift. She looked to have put on another ten pounds in less than an hour.

 

‘Yeah, we do have to go to the store,’ Jessica said nervously, ‘but we’ll be there for sure!’

 

‘Sweet!’ the obese nurse waved, bingo wings flapping as they left and went to enter records.

 

Out in the parking lot, Jessica eyed Sara’s newly acquired pudge as her friend walked. There was a lot more jiggle, it was like the teacher was more out of shape too.

 

‘Can you believe how fat she is?’ Sarah asked in horror, ‘She’s gotta be twice the size she was two weeks ago! What the hell is going on, people are getting fat without noticing!’

 

‘Yeah…,’ Jessica asked, ‘Sarah...how much do you run a day?

 

‘Two or three miles almost every day,’ the blonde yawned, third chin popping into existence briefly, ‘nothing compared to ten years ago but way more than I could last year. I was up to 230 when school started but have managed to shed about seventy pounds. I was hoping to get down to 140 before the reunion but...well we have a lot bigger things to worry about.’

 

Back inside the clinic, Becky rolled herself into her groaning computer chair. She clicked at the office computer as she entered data, opening another candy bar and eating it. Her fingers brushed against her ID badge, showing a smiling and slim version of herself who’d been a curvy 135 and she kept typing in Jessica’s vital statistics.

 

‘WEIGHT: 241.8 pounds”

[Batman76]

Chapter 9: The Ones together, separated 

'So you're wolverine?' Sarah asked in the parking lot, looking at the slightly bruises on Jessica's shoulder, 'because these were gushing blood and a few inches deep last night. I could have sworn I saw bone.'

'There's something really wrong going on here,' the supermodel agreed, craning her head, 'I could barely use my left arm after it cut me and my knees were screaming at me because I'd run that hard. By all rights I should barely be able to walk today....but...shit even by the time the EMT got to us I was feeling better. He said it was just a flesh wound and my knees don't hurt at all. I...I dont' even feel sore.'

The model let her shirt go back to covering her shoulder, which it did a little too well. The corset backed spaghetti top should have been skin tight to her curves, on the verge of being outgrown by the remorseless weight gain that had obliterated her perfect athleticism and was slow marching her towards immobility in her early thirties, but instead it felt loose on her. Not a lot, but after three years of outgrowing clothes a month after being bought Jessica was feeling the weirdness of her clothes fitting. 

'Could this be part of your condition?' Sarah asked, sitting back into her own seat with a minor grunt, 'you said it was a weird metabolic thing...'

'If it is it picked a hell of a time to manifest,' the model said as her smart watch chimed and she automatically ate a pemmican bar, four hundred and more calories vanishing in a bite, 'so I doubt it. But that means...this started after I got scratched. Sarah, what if I'm...what if I'm turning into one of those things?'

The two women sat in silence to contemplate that.

'Then...we'll find a way to fix you,' Sarah told her, 'first though, we need some supplies. My husband didn't buy any groceries, of course, and we're going to need more weights and bullets. Bullets didn't do anything on their own but when they'd touched...what are weights made out of anyway? It couldn't be silver could it?'

'No, they're made out of iron,' Jessica nodded and the two got out of the car.

The model didn't fail to notice how easy standing up felt to her. Fanatical devotion to the weight rack had kept her growing strong as she grew obese, but the constant increase of her fat had never let her feel the muscle. Today though she felt it, she nearly surged up out of the car seat and when she stood had to tug up her white jeans which seemed to be hanging off her hips.

Sarah on the other hand had to kind of roll out of the car, forcing her self up with a soft grunt and then tugging her too tight leggings up to cover more of her pale paunch. Nothing struck the French teacher as odd about this, she'd been fat for several years after all and was only just getting used to being relatively slim again. Yes she'd slacked working out and eating far too much French food on the field trip, as her barely fitting leggings and abysmal jogging speed yesterday had proven, rebounding up from her low point of 150 at the end of term back to 160 but in comparison to how she'd  been well above two hundred this time last year she felt svelte. 

They were in the parking lot of the local mega mart, a Mecca of capitalism marooned in the already warm sea of asphalt. As they began walking in, Jessica couldn't help but notice the jiggle in Sarah's wiggle. It was no optical illusion, her friend had gone from hardbody to chunker overnight and was going nowhere but up.

'Sarah, I don't want to over step my boundaries here but...okay, how much weight do you think Becky gained?' Jessica asked, unsure how to bring this up.

'A lot, a lot a lot. I was sure she'd get fat after high school but she lost the weight she'd put on senior year and kept it off. She wasn't rail thin or anything, not with boobs like that, but she had to be maybe a hundred and thirty pounds two weeks ago? Short yeah but she was way thinner than I was and now...she looked like she weighed three hundred pounds!'

'When I talked to her, she'd said she'd been fat for years,' Jessica said, eying how Sarah's shirt kept going up, 'that she just kept getting chubbier after high school But...she had an ID badge with a skinny picture. She had no idea she'd been thin two weeks ago. Whatever is doing this is erasing people's memories as they gain weight.'

'I think you're right, I saw her running and then she ate ice cream from one of those damn trucks,' Sarah realized, 'and even though she was only a little bloated then she didn't remember a fun run she'd been talking to Rachel about thirty minutes earlier.'

'So eating the ice cream not only makes you gain weight rapidly, you don't realize it and you think you were always fat,' Jessica confirmed as they entered the store, 'Sarah...have you noticed anything weird since you ate that ice cream?'

'No, not really. I weighed myself this morning and was well, I was up about ten pounds from two weeks ago,' the teacher blushed, 'but that was from France. I was killing myself to break through the 150 barrier but I kinda let go while on vacation. I'm about 160 right now, I need to get back to running too. I was basically dead on my feet last night, four miles is a mile past my max.'

'Really, because you weren't even breathing hard,' Jessica told her, 'and you sprinted flat out to get back to me on the hill.'

'Um...must have been the adrenaline,' Sarah waved off, 'I know I feel sore from yesterday, I'm definetly not in High School anymore.'

'Yeah...,' Jessica said, feeling an unfamiliar rumble of hunger in her stomach.

It was incredibly odd. Due to her diet the model hadn't actually been hungry in years, her constant snacks of pemmican and snickers always left her sated. But only minutes after eating another bar of buffalo meat she was hungry and eating another bar without thinking about it.

The first part of the store was just groceries, which soon piled up in Sarah's cart. Both women were fairly hungry and while Jessica put in some salad mixes and peppers and vegetables, Sarah put in a lot of well...junk. Sugary cereal, croissants, soda pop, a 24 pack of beer, brats, buns and chicken wings, a taco pack and ground beef, not the groceries of a woman looking to lose weight. Jessica added her own touches: at least five ribeye steaks that she found herself craving.

'I'll pay for those,' the model blushed.

In the chip aisle, where far too many bags of fried potato chips went into the cart to ever see Sarah below 160 lbs again, they saw Rachel. The town's lazy rich girl had lost her figure in college, prematurely getting baby weight and the middle age spread across her once flat tummy and slender thighs. Her previous tubbiness hadn't innoculated her from the strange epidemic going through town, if her bestie Becky had become fat as a pig, Rachel was a land whale.

'Yeah of course I can make it tonight babe,' the spoiled, lazy secretary said into the phone pressed into her ear by one Boulder thick shoulder, 'just make sure you say no booths when you reserve our seats. I don't want another repeat of yesterday, even if you want to see me having to waddle out in a table cloth.'

Rachel was dressed like a professional who wanted to show off a little: a mid thigh black skirt with a pink blouse, clothes Jessica realized form her own collection. She was showing off far more than the clothing was designed for, it would have fit snug on Jessica the day before but was now practically disintegrating off of Rachel's body.

Cankles wobbled above slick black heels, their elephantine roundness clearly swollen around her strain in ankles. Jessica's legs, thick with muscle and fat, were tiny in comparison to the sedate secretary's thighs which groaned past each other with the slowness and force of continental plates, semi-solid seas of cellulite and spider veins that were bigger than Sarah's now chubby hips and puffing through rips in her pantyhose. A rip was going up the seam from her overwhelmed skirt, which looked painted onto the obscenely fat young woman who's shapeless hips stretched out well past each side of her cart. A drooping shelf of an ass was clearly visible from the front, wobbling and bouncing side to side as she forced herself forwards.

 A fupa nearly as large as Jessica's entire stomach pressed tight into its front, forcing the zipper all the way down and the button five inches from its hole. Holding it up was a men's belt consisting of horribly stretched out holes, resting in the last available one and looking a deep breath or a small snack away from ripping. Above it the fake tanned fat of her doughy gut was clearly visible, her belly button yawning like a black hole with stretch marks on either side. The bottom two buttons of her blouse coudn't be put together by any force on earth, while the four above it showed tan diamonds of mushrooming fat they gapped so much. The only place it fit well was around her chest, saggy D cups that flopped around without a bra and were pathetically small compared to her well over four hundred pound body.

'Hold on babe,' the immense woman said to the phone, 'Hey guys! Jessica you're back!'

'Yeah, just got in yesterday,' the model, in the unusual position of being dwarfed said.

'Oh we've gotta talk, I'm having a pool party this Friday for us girls, you've gotta come!' Rachel insisted, slowly waddling forwards and hugging Jessica with the groan of seams. 

Hugging Becky had been like hugging a marshmellow. Hugging Rachel was like hugging marshmellow cream. Despite the chill of the air conditioned store, the obese secretary had a sheen of sweat over her entire body. Closer up she noticed a new diamond ring shoved onto one bratwurst finger.

'Looking forwards to it,' Sarah said for both of them, noticing how a gigantic thong was visible where Rachel's skirt didn't meet her blouse, 'so who's that on the phone...'

''Oh, just my fiancé,' the land manatee giggled, the motion causing the lowest blouse button to fly off and land in Jessica's cleavage, 'he spoils the shit out of me.'

'I can see that,' Jessica said with a raised eyebrow at the lake of lard on display.

'I know, five pounds in two weeks!' The gelatinous woman said, 'Not that he cares though. I know I'd never have married a chubby chaser in high school even though I was the group big girl, but for the first time I'm finally happy with my weight.'

'You were the chubby one?' Sarah asked.

'well, not chubby but I coudln't get below 140 and was always dieting to stay there,' Rachel said with ease, 'but I gained fifty pounds a year in college and twenty a year since, so I'm happy I can finally embrace being a big girl. Between him and Jessica showing the way I'm never going to worry about my weight again! I've got one of your new thong swimsuits coming in the mail, I can't wait to be in it!'

As they seperated, both carts now bearing several bags of chips, Jessica and Sarah looked at each other.

'She was rail thin in high school and ate whatever she wanted,' Jessica remembered.

'She did get a little chunky in college but she and I could have switched clothes two weeks ago,' Sarah shook her head, 'she's gotta be three times the size she was then. In two weeks and she has no idea. Those poor clothes...'

'Those were the biggest size in my collection,' the super rich model blinked, 'we...we need to do something quick before you wind up like that Sarah.'

'I ...what do you mean? I haven't gained any weight,' Sarah told her.

'Sarah, you've gained thirty pounds in twelve hours,' Jessica told her as they rounded a corner, 'you were in the best shape I've ever seen  you last night. You sprinted two miles like it was nothing and told me you were running 9 miles a day. I could have ironed a shirt on your stomach and you looked ready to be a fitness model.'

The French teacher blinked, 'Jess, what are you talking about? I haven't been that thin in five years, I started getting a little chubby after my last college cross country season ended and it was nowhere but up from there until last year. I still think of myself as a fat girl, I'd think I'd remember being thinner than I've been in half a decade yesterday.'

The supermodel blinked, sighing, 'Alright, this is...let's not do this in public. But, I can prove to you that you were thin yesterday. For now, let's split up. I'll go get some weights and weapons, you finish off the food.'

Not that she really needed to get more food, Jessica thought as she looked at the groaning cart. Sarah was only slightly overweight but she was buying like a full on obese woman. She had to do something...or who knew what would happen.

Jessica went off, grabbing her own cart and heading to the gun and workout sections. 

'What was she talking about?' Sarah asked, shaking her head.

She was chubby, she wasn't happy with it but she accepted it. She at least wasn't obese anymore and with some effort might stay just chubby. Losing the weight was hard and Sarah wasn't under any illusions, she'd already bottomed out and begun rebounding back when she'd slacked. All those French bakeries loomed in her memory, as well as skipped running sessions and tightening clothes. She sighed and looked down at the heavily loaded cart...which wasn't set for someone hoping to lose weight.

God why was she buying this? The last time she'd bought food she'd only bought vegetables and low fat, organic, sugar free options. She was only eating meat one day a week after all, replacing the protein with egg whites. This had to be three times the calorie count she'd usually buy, she'd only eaten like this during her worst depression/pregnancy craving gorge sessions when she'd been up to 170 lbs. 

170?

'No, I was...240?' Sarah asked herself in confusion, 'No wait...170...'

She put her hand to her stomach, which should have been flat and firm, with abs resting right beneath the minimal layer of fat but instead was soft and squishy, bulging out on full display over leggings that should have fit easily.

'What the hell!' Sarah exclaimed as she entered the dairy aisle, looking down and feeling fat roll under her chin to see heavier breasts and an alien paunch on her fit body.

'Oh hey Ms. Smith!' Came a voice further down, 'you look like you've lost weight, do you want a free sample?'

Samantha stood by an Omni-dairy sample display, six feet of flawlessly firm muscle and perfectly balanced curves shown off perfectly in a miniscule skirt and crop top, a dairy cap perched on her elegantly coiffed hair above a baby smooth face. It was such a contrast to her overweight, mousey, short, pimply high school self that Sarah paused as Samantha hit a button on the display.

'You scream. I scream. We all scream for ice cream.

 

 

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2 hours ago, swahilimonkfish said:

The imagination with which you described Rachel was spectacular. And I love the lack of contrivance in the plot. Characters communicate and stick together to solve the issue, not splitting up and being foiled by only having one half of the jigsaw puzzle. Great stuff sir!

Thanks. I wanted someone who's gone from already out of shape and chubby to just enormous in a short time period, pouring out of ripping clothes, waddling around in sweat in a cool room and just completely oblivious that htis is wrong.

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5 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

I think I have the same mental warp problem as the girls in the story 🤔 Every time I come back to this story, it’s slightly longer. Such an unnatural speed of writing! Something’s afoot 

You're going crazy, it's always had ten chapters.

Chapter 10: The One's Separated, together.

 

It didn't take long for Jessica to get her own cart and find the sporting goods section. Along the way she noticed quite a lot of fat women, women who should have been in the prime of their life but we're upward's of a hundred pounds above where they should have been. It wasn't that odd, an obese majority youth population wasn't far away after all, but that they're clothes were starting to rip off their bodies was alarming.

 

Just as baffling to the model as the waddling masses were the strangely high number of improbably gorgeous women. She'd spent too much of her short life on cat walks and photo shoots not to judge the feminine figure, but in the walk between the chip aisle and the gun aisle across the clothing section she saw a full dozen women who's bodies would have put her old gorgeous figure to shame. Jessica stared at one breathtaking redhead with hip length Crimson curls down almost to her slim knees, a flawlessly curvy 6'1 with abs that made the unwillingly plus-sized model involuntarily suck in her gut. The glorious girl was pushing a cart so packed with junk food, booze, candy and video games that fattening crap was falling out of it, it had to have two hundred pounds of artery clogging shit within it and this girl was pushing it lightly with one hand and pulling a pair of size sixes up with her free hand in between eating pork rinds.

 

'What the hell is going on here?' Jessica asked herself, as another red head waddled by, sweat pouring off of her freckled skin at the breathtaking walk she'd had to do.

 

A moment later she'd bought a few hundred rounds of .22lr, the caliber of her concealable pistol, some magazines and had submitted the paper work to pick up a more powerful pair lever action rifle and shot gun once the background check went through. On a whim she added a couple machetes at well in case they got close. With the bullets taken care of, Jess decided to get some weights.

 

She focused on smaller hand weights, 1 or 2 pound little dumb bells with neoprene covered handles but exposed iron ends. Jessica guessed that whatever monsters she'd killed were temporarily weakened by exposure to iron and wanted something to easily throw, even by Sarah who wasn't exactly a prime hunting partner anymore. 

 

'My friends getting fatter, I'm getting thinner and the world's going crazy,' the model sighed as she picked up a 45lb disc weight, 'Oh FUCK!'

 

Two kids stood staring at her as she dropped the weight with a clang and stepped backwards. The model stared at her hand which was already swelling with a red and painful outline of the weight she'd touched. It was like she'd grabbed a hot skillet or rubbed poison ivy on her hand and the pain wasn't even bearable, within three heartbeats it was blistered and starting to ooze. The hunger pang that hit her a moment later was worse and before she knew it Jessica had eaten three bars of Pemmican and a snicker with her free hand. 

 

'What the hell was that...,' Jessica whined as the food went down, finding herself covered in cold sweat and suddenly pain free.

 

She looked at her hand, which didn't bear a trace of damage. 

 

'Oh shit, I really am wolverine...,' the model whispered to herself, then remembered the lupine monsters sizzling when she'd rammed them into the iron wall, 'oh shit.'

 

Jessica whipped out a compact mirror and as relieved to find her normal face instead of a were wolf's. She put it back in her purse and took a pair of elegant driving gloves from her purse to pick up the weight as she reflected...

 

Well, no, it was not her normal face that she'd seen.This was was still round and bloated, with Apple cheeks and a double chin, not her real face, not the real her that she'd never, ever see again, that would only get more and more ugly over the next few years as she got fatter and fatter. She'd been perfect, fast, confident and strong and now she was a wreck inside and out, so slow she couldn't get above six miles an hour, a fraud who lied to fatties eager to hear there was nothing wrong with their unhealthy life styles and barely able to stay stronger than her fat. A few years and the grind on her joints would be too much for her to exercise and then it would be exponential: she'd need a cane by  thirty one, a walker by thirty two, a wheel chair at thirty three and then be bed bound by thirty five. And after that...

 

The tall brunette shivered, fighting down a panic attack. Whatever was happening, to her, to Sarah, to the town...she was already doomed. Had been doomed since her insane perfectionism had driven her past the point of no return and made her body go insane. If she hadn't been so fucking disciplined, if she'd given in and eaten a few fucking doughnuts like that fat fuck over there was doing and why had this happened to her? It wasn't fair! She'd been everything she'd ever wanted and now she was so-

 

A loud groan sounded and Jessica looked down at the weight in her hand. 45 lbs of iron had twisted in her grip into a modern art piece that looked more like a Pringles chip than metal. She could see the indentions of her own gloved fingers, where they'd pressed into the iron like clay.

 

'This isn't right,' Jessica muttered, suddenly calmed and put the weight (which felt feather light)  away. 

 

Hiding the weight back on the shelf, she grabbed a cast iron weight bar (carefully) and soon hurried back to find Sarah. Concern for her friend's weight was there ,but the old team captain needed reassurance that things would be okay. Sarah had always been that for her, the person who'd always been there supporting her no matter what idea sh'ed had. Losing that contact at high school's end had been like losing an eye, the model returned to it fast as she could.

 

'Jess?' Sarah asked as the model trotted by the clothing section, 'where you going?'

 

Sighing in relief, the frightened woman turned to see her friend, 'Sarah this is worse than I...oh fuck, you got fatter.'

 

Sarah's eyebrows knitted in shame and hurt, 'That's kind of rude of you to say Jess.'

 

Sarah had changed clothes and was wearing a brand new pair of casual grey sweat pants and a logo T-shirt of Wonder Woman. The former's wide legs somewhat hid Sarah's thick, toneless thighs and cradled the under slope of her FUPA. the later was stretched tight over her bulky upper body and the comic heroine's face was distorted by the sag of the former runner's very heavy looking unbra'd mom boobs. There was still a pale muffin top where Sarah's big, heavy looking belly pressed the clothes apart. That she'd once run cross country would be hard to believe, that she'd run yesterday a bad joke.

 

The blonde's face had lost all trace of any definition, it was round and puffy. It looked like she'd gained another thirty pounds in the minutes Jessica had been gone, in twenty four hours going from a fitness fanatic trophy wife to a chubby woman still trying to get back her figure to one who'd just given up and embraced the not so slow slide into obesity. Her well used running shoes were replaced with cheap tennis shoes and her shoulder length pony tail had become a speak to your manager bob.

 

'Okay, first off, I'm kind of freaking out, because I think I'm a werewolf,' Jessica whispered, 'second, sorry to hurt your feelings. Third, how much do you run a day?'

 

'Run?' Sarah asked in confusion, 'Sarah I haven't run since I had that knee injury junior year of college and got my scholarship altered. I only started walking long distances again this winter to try and lose a little baby weight.'

 

Jessica blinked her eyes and sighed, 'What happened to your clothes?'

 

'Uh...I had a little wardrobe malfunction,' Sarah shrugged, making her floppy boobs bounce, 'you know that happens to girls like us.'

 

No because you're not fat. And I'm not a fat girl either even though I'm the face of the plus size movement and I'm losing weight and becoming a monster and arguing with your increasingly fat ass, Jessica didn't argue.

 

'And did you eat any ice cream while I was gone?' Jessica asked.

 

'I had a few free samples but after I didn't gain from last night I figured it was no big deal,' Sarah, who'd gained seventy pounds since then, shrugged, 'anyway, I need to get a suit for Friday. You're the plus sized fashion expert, do you think I can pull off a two piece with this mom bod?'

 

Jessica blinked at her, then slowly pulled her phone from her purse, 'Sarah, what do you remember about last night?'

 

'Well you wanted to go exercise so I said how about a walk in the park and you said you wanted to climb the werewolf and then I whined a little about it and you said I'd let myself go and that's true,' the now fat blonde went on, 'and then I got tired on the way up and you went ahead...but then I went back to the car and I was...Sam was there but she was thin...wasn't she always thin? Then I ran back when I heard...but I don't run...'

 

Jessica held up her phone, showing the video of the High way patrol interrogating them. She paused as the camera swept over Sarah when it was pulled from the model's cleavage, showing exactly what she'd looked like: slender and gorgeous.

 

'When was this taken?' The near obese MILF asked, beginning to break out in a cold sweat as her body began to feel very heavy.

 

'About twenty four hours ago,' Jessica told her, 'nice set of runners thighs you had there and that waist...'

 

Sarah's puffy fingers touched the heavy bulge of her gut, a paunch that had covered her waist since she'd stopped being a thin girl years earlier. She'd been chubby at 145 six months after she'd quit running, heavy at 165 when she graduated, full on big at 185 when she got married and this size, 205,  after giving birth. She'd just totally let go until afterwards, until she'd busted a skirt at the school Christmas party and knew she needed to make a change...but no...she'd run through college, only gained ten pounds to 130 until she got knocked up and stayed at 130 since...

 

'Jess...something's wrong with me,' Sarah said as she kneaded fat that shouldn't be there and remembered hundreds of miles of runs this body could never have attempted, 'this isn't right.'

 

'And it's wrong with me too,' the brunette told her, using her gloved hands to casually bend one of the weights, 'and if we don't find out soon...I don't know what's going to happen to us.'

 

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2 hours ago, >_< 0_0 said:

The bag is basically a utility belt 👀

At some point it will have "anti magical weight gain spray" pulled from it and I'll be screwed

[Batman76]

17 hours ago, Maxarator said:

"Robbin, pass the weight repellent bat-spray!"

She's gonna need it...

 

Chapter 11: The Fit One, Fat

 

The walk out to the car was one of the worst experiences in Sarah's life.

 

Every step required her thighs to be forced to rub past each other, a near waddle taking much longer than her old stride. Hard earned runners muscles had turned to complete mush in a few hours and the extra 70 pounds of fat weighed heavily on every joint: pressing on her knees and ankles, pulling at her shoulders and neck. Each time her foot hit the ground she felt horrible tide of jiggles shoot from ankle to jowl and a tug at her slumped shoulders from her heavy breasts which were foolishly unsupported. Hips swayed side to side, a basketball sized ass swinging involuntarily as she moved.

 

The short stroll to the check out line seemed long as a marathon to the former runner. Sarah's deep and measured breathing was now shallow and short, the layer of fat on her lungs preventing a deeper inhalation. Due to her weakness, the packed cart felt like ti weighed a literal ton and her gut kept bumping into it.

 

'How is this happening?' Sarah asked quietly, cold sweat from fear and hot sweat from effort pouring off of her.

 

'I don't know, but we'll fix all of it okay?' Jessica reassured her, tugging up her pants.

 

The French teacher swallowed as she realized that Jessica didn't look quite so bulbous. Maybe it was due to her decreased body fat but mostly it was because that she was just as comparatively fat as Jessica. No...no the plus size model who couldn't go an hour without eating was due to her height, comparatively thinner. And Jessica had muscles while Sarah...

 

'I'm goo,' the blonde whimpered as she pinched the ample fat under her arms, finding no muscle beneath it,  'I'm...nothing but pudge. Jess it's like I've never worked out...'

 

'Sarah, you're going to recover it all, alright?' Her friend told her, putting a hand on her pillowy shoulders, 'I'll get you back in shape.'

 

The checkout line was a nightmare. Unaccustomed to her new dimensions, Sarah's suddenly shelf deep and desk wide backside knocked several bags of candy and as seen on TV crap off the shelves of the narrow aisle. As she loaded food item after food item, heavy bags and heavy cans and heavy steaks onto the conveyor her buttery arms began to burn with effort and her gut, bigger than it had been in her pregnancy adn twice as soft, kept bumping into the cart. 

 

'Sarah, you're looking great!' A voice came from the till as Sarah got to the register, 'that baby weight's finally dropping!'

 

'Uh thanks,' the panicking and freshly obese teacher said, her voice now timid, 'Hillary you look...'

 

Hilary had been the second tallest girl in their class, a fit and leggy 5'10 until a broken condom had derailed her promising basketball career. The last time Sarah had seen Hilary had been running, where the psychoticly fit redhead had sprinted by her, near zero fat body a machine designed to work out. Ripped, fatless, statuesque and gaunt, Hilary had had almost no breasts due to her devotion to cross fit and corded muscles.

 

'Great,' Sarah said, almost wincing to see the ghost of Christmas future in front of her.

 

Hilary was pouring out of a size XL work shirt and her formerly fatless legs were stretching out leggings to transparency. Jowls rippled down to her boobs, more than a foot of milk pale, freckled cleavage pouring out of the far too small cups and forcing the top three buttons far apart. An equally pale double gut hung out of the shirt, striated with angry purple stretch marks and going down to mid thigh knees. 

 

'Oh yeah, I've lost ten pounds thanks to this new diet candy,' the blimp of a store manager laughed, popping a candy into her mouth, 'a few more years and I'll get back to my ball playing weight!'

 

Sarah reeled in horror that the obese woman was loading several packages of the same candy into her cart. she paid without another word, the cost ludicrously cheap, breath rising rapidly as she made the cart go and realized that many of the fat women she'd seen didn't look so big anymore. The walk to the door yawned, no longer a short walk for a fit runner but a long slow waddle.

 

I'm huge. I'm fat. I'm going to get fatter and fatter and fatter...

 

Jessica met her at the door after checking out her own items and Sarah had to almost jog, whole body wobbling to keep up.

 

'What the hell is this?' Sarah whined, 'this isn't right. Holy shit how am I going to fix this?'

 

'I...we need answers,' Jessica said as they entered the parking lot, 'we start googling everything we can about Omna-dairy and werewolves and everything when we get back to your house.'

 

Sarah reeled as they entered the summer morning, the not-quite heat hitting her like a sledge hammer. Her skin, which had gone from runners tan to couch potato pale, began to redden and its sweat began pouring off if her. A loud rumble, almost animalistic came from her stomach, a hunger pang bad as a contraction.

 

'Maybe we should call Tommy,' the tall model continued as they reached her car and she began unloading bullets and weights, 'we need all the help we can get, don't you think?'

 

'I don't think that's a good idea,' the teacher said sadly.

 

Jessica turned, seeing Sarah stuffing a king sized candy bar into her mouth with one hand and opening a bag of chips with the other. 

 

'I don't want anyone to see me like this,' Sarah whined through her full mouth as she opened a soda bottle, shirt beginning to ride up.

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Chapter 12: The Unsuccessful Search, Successful

Google, that great ocean of information proved itself dry.

Well, not dry but filled with nothing but garbage after six hours of searching.

'Creepy pasta, creepy pasta,' Jessica sighed, scrolling through her laptop, 'shitty creepy pasta. If you're going to title it as thinking your dog isn't a dog, don't have it turn into a wendigo at the end stupid...find anything?'

Hunger rippled through the super model's stomach. A glance at her watch showed it was half an hour until she was supposed to be again. The same glance showed that the band was hanging loose on her wrist, when usually it cut into her soft forearm. She tightened the band, sure she'd done it yesterday, and realized that definition was returning to her forearm again. With a sigh she stood up, tugging up the pants that were hanging off of her and tightening her belt which was retreating notch by notch.

'You find anything Sarah?' Jessica asked.

The French teacher was mid bite on a candy bar, six inches of chocolate covered nougat goodness hanging out of her mouth. Her face was wrapped in the type of orgasmic glee Porn starlets would find over the top until she opened her eyes and realized what was happening and went into a church lady frown. The overweight teacher bit off the candy bar and handed it over to Jessica, letting out an annoyed grunt as she swallowed.

'Just more calories,' the teacher sighed, looking down at the mountainous bulges of her butter soft body, 'as if I didn't need them...'

Modest breasts had puffed up into the E cup size range and the mid thirties perk range. Beneath them her flat waist was now a beer keg filled to the brim with margarine spread that sprawled onto lap, filling up more than it ever had. Hatred surged inside the once svelte runner and she pinched the doughy sprawl, finding it marshmellow soft and surprisingly heavy as she hefted it up and down, finding a red mark left by suddenly snug sweats all along the milky sphere. Her phone she realized was resting on top of the gurgling ball and had been there long enough to turn off.

Jessica sat down next to her, putting a hand on her now creamy soft knee, 'We're gonna fix this Sarah...I have no idea how, but we will.'

Time stretched on after the model inhaled the snicker. Sarah couldn't get comfortable, body parts she hadn't even had before were pressing in on each other. This included her clit, which her belly kept pressing into her underwear. She could suck it in for a little while but her stomach muscles were too weak to hold it up for long and she'd soon be back to slightly horny squirmishness.

And she was hungry, hungry all the time and tired too. She got up with grunt, having to push herself to her puffy feet and tried pacing around, feeling her entire body jiggle and her gut bounce up and down. The old sense of momentum she got from pacing was gone, replaced with a desire to just lay down and eat something.

Hard, active, self denying Sarah was gone, soft, lazy, gluttonous Sarah was here now. Well over two hundred pound's Sarah, who was about to burst out of XL sweats and a t-shirt. Fat ass small town Sarah who'd let herself go and was never going to be thin again. Soon no one would ever

She slammed her ass down on her the chair again, feeling a tidal wave of fat go through her body and the chair groan. A butterfinger bar, fully wrapped fell onto her thigh and she began eating it in frustration. The very fat girl didn't even notice until she balled up its wrapper.

'No, we're not just going to fix this,' Sarah spat, pulling out her phone and scrolling through more and more useless google searches full of creepy pastas and crypto zoology sites full of lies and ancient aliens and whacko religious group of one branch or another, 'we're going to fix it and then I'm going to punch the ever living fuck out of...holy crap I found it.'

It turned out to be a website about new england folk tales, something poorly done and last updated ten years ago. It had gifs as a permanent header it was so old. But...

'And it came to past that during the drought of 1689 when the harvests near failed, Allison Milgrave, fairest beauty in all of the colony began to grow most rapidly gross,' Sarah read out, 'and was mocked most hardily in church as a glutton punished for her sins.'

'Milgrave?' Jessica asked, 'someone else related to me had this happen to them?'

'And not just that. Listen to this,' Sarah began after taking a long slug of mountain dew, 'And the devil, laughing at the sin of covetousness, went to the ugly and outcast women of the town and made of them great beauties to take their souls,' Sarah kept reading, 'even as the fair maids of the town grew round as balls. Yet brave and godly men were in the colony yet...' fuck it cuts off.'

'It cuts off?' the model snapped, 'of course, is there anything else?'

'It has a source, apparently its from a book, 'Legends of the Witch Hunt' I"m searching for it now...fuck its out of print,' Sarah hissed, eating chips, 'not even on Amazon. Hold on, I'm going to search some library data bases...fuck.'

'Does the town not have it?' Jessica asked.

'I wish, the school library has the only copy,' Sarah sighed, 'which means...fuck we're going to have to see Dana.'

'Dana? What's wrong with Dana? Sweet, cute little nerd girl who...oh right,' Jessica said.

'Who's going to see me like this,' Sarah groaned, 'who's going to see me as a two hundred and twenty pound blob.'

'It can't be that bad Sarah, after all she already knows you were...like this if everyone else's behavior is anything to go by,' Jessica said, 'and how that works, well I don't know how that works...but ...'

'It was six months of fat jokes after I started showing,' Sarah sighed, 'and now I'm fifty pounds heavier than that...'

'You can stay here if you want, I'll be right back,' Jessica said, standing up with ease.

Sarah took in how the heavy set woman's gut was massively receded, how her double chin was just a hint, how her arms were looking less thick and more strong. And how her own body was so enormously bloated, so puffy and soft and weak. She was noticably fatter than she'd been at the store, she was getting fatter by the hour...

'Jessica if you leave, I'm afraid I'll be too fat to get out of the house when you get back,' Sarah told her frankly, 'I'd rather take some fat jokes than you come back to find me with an extra four hundred pounds. I keep eating even when I don't think food is around me...and how bad could it be?'

 

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20 minutes ago, G_Flemming said:

I keep refreshing this to see if there's an update. Fantastic story and world building so far, I'm captivated.

Maybe monday.

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Chapter 13: The bitchy one, bitchy

'You notice that there are a lot of well...chubby people out today?' Jessica asked as her rental drove by a waddling redhead who's clothes were being swallowed up by pale folds of freckled flesh.

'That girl weighed a hundred and twenty pounds a month ago,' Sarah marveled as they passed Amber, taking a bite of a candy bar.

The cross country star had just gone over three hundred pounds, an immense shapeless blob of rolls and freckles that had to be going about two miles an hour. She was sucking in air through her mouth and losing a pint of sweat every minute, her perfectly round face was beat red with exertion and her thighs equally crimson with friction. Her eyes had gone piggish, swallowed by fat, and her breasts had turned into floppy pancakes bouncing above a sea of crevices.

The red head slowed to a halt, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. Utterly exhausted, she turned around and started waddling for home giving up on the clearly useless fight against obesity. She was maybe a hundred yards from her drive way.

'She's bigger than either of us,' Jessica whistled, turning onto the main street as Sarah finished and looking at her obese friend downing another snickers, 'Sarah, you know you're eating again right?'

'No I'm...goddamn it!' Sarah yelled looking at the wrapper in her hand, 'where did that even come from!?'

'Do you not realize that you're doing that?' Jessica asked as they went by the high school, where the award winning cheer team was far away from ever doing an acrobatic stunt again.

'Not at all, its purely automatic. I'm just sitting there day dreaming and all of a sudden you're telling me I'm eating...Jess, did I get fatter?' the butter ball teacher asked, pressing a puffy hand against her waist which she could swear cut more into the seat belt.

'A little?' Jessica told her as they pulled into the library.

Jessica sprang up from her seat, having to pull her pants up so they didn't fall off her hips. The plus sized model was still plus sized, but her latest layers of soft chunk had boiled off. Muscle tone was showing again and her almost too big features were now comfortably within plus size. Hints of an hour glass were beginning to appear at her waist as her belly shrank first.

Sarah rolled out of her chair with a grunt. She had to haul herself out of the luxury rental using both hands, gut flopping out over her too tight sweat pants as her knees popped loud as gunshots. The teacher let out a disgust, both of effort from moving her obese figure and disgust at how far she'd fallen.

'I can't do this Jess,' Sarah confessed, shoving her nearly doubling belly back into her pants, 'I didn't work so hard to stay in shape to turn into this big sack of...oh God I"m so sorry.'

Jessica looked at her, 'Hey, you need to vent. This is weird enough to go through without worrying about hurting my feelings right now...and I sympathize. I know what its like to lose your body, I at least had some time to get used to the idea. I'm more worried about ...turning into a monster.'

'We're gonna fix that, alright Jessica?' Sarah assured her, 'we're going to fix all of this.'

After the walk across the parking lot, which took forever in Sarah's eyes and surprisingly short in Jessica's, they finally reached the sliding doors of the library. Blessed air conditioning rolled over the teacher's already sweating frame as the smell of old books hit her. Looking around she saw no one, and immediately started waddling towards the local history section, only for a high pitched voice to hit her ears.

'Sarah, Jessica, did the reunion start early?' a sickeningly sweet voice asked.

The teacher's shoulders immediately slumped, not that they were high anymore with their load of fat. Biting her lip, and consoling herself that at least that bitch Dana would be fat, she turned around and saw the librarian was pushing a cart of heavy books. And that couldn't hide how rail thin she was.

'Oh its so good to see you both like this!' Dana grinned evilly.

Curly brown hair in two girlish pig tails. A sweet little face: blue eyes, pale skin and freckles. 115lbs of slender curves on a 5'2 frame, their skinny perfection complimenting a mid thigh skirt and an elegant blouse. Frame inappropriate DD cups kept the upper button from closing, a pair of implants paid as hush money from one of the town's wealthier men to keep quiet about an affair. An expression straight from hell.

'Yeah, you too Dana,' Jessica told her, 'you look a little ...different than high school...'

'Oh I was a late bloomer,' the formerly board flat woman lied easily, 'and you! You were so brave to decide to model like this. It must be so hard to go on a catwalk in a bikini looking like that!'

'It's not as easy as it looks,' the model said, but the gorgeously cute librarian had already turned to Sarah, 'and Sarah! You barely ever come by here anymore, its like you're avoiding me!'

'Why would you get that idea,' Sarah said bitterly, 'but anyway we're just here for a book...'

'Oh which one? Let me help you out,' the short woman began, 'I bet I can guess...'

'We're looking for local history for...a presentation at the reunion,' Jessica said, dragging Sarah away far more easily than her super chubby body would suggest, 'we don't want to bother you...'

'Oh local history? Which one?' Dana asked, 'I'll look it up for you, wouldn't want you two to have to kneel down or walk all the way over there.'

'Legends of the witch hunt,' Jessica gave in as the short woman went behind her desk with a click of her stiletto heels, 'its pretty old but...'

'Hmmm, our copy is at the central dispatch,' Dana confessed, 'but I can get it shipped out here by friday. How's that?'

'I guess its not that bad a wait,' Sarah said, hunger pang hitting her belly.

'Sure, let me go call it in,' the librarian smiled, 'there's some seats over there for you two to take a load off your knees. Go sit down, I'll order you guys a pizza and you can eat while we catch up. Well, with Jessica anyway, I already know all about Sarah...'

She clicked away into the backroom, Sarah's eyes on her tight round ass.

'She's lying,' the blonde woman whispered as soon as Dana was inside the back office.

'How can you tell?' Jessica asked, turning towards her,  'she seemed like her old, fake sweet self save for the bolt ons.'

'Two reasons, one her mouth was open,' the French teacher explained quietly, 'and two, Dana has an ass flatter than a pancake. She's a skinny bitch but not one that exercises ever, she always ate like a pig back in high school, remember? She was the classic girl who eats whatever she wants in high school who gets fat later but now she's the only one who isn't? That seem right to you?'

Sarah's gut groaned again and she made a curious gesture with her hand. Fingers flexed out into an open palm, pinky to index finger, and when she closed a brand new king size butter finger was in her fist. Jessica's eyes bulged to see it but Sarah didn't even notice as she unwrapped it.

'That she stayed skinny until senior year was a miracle, but that she's skinny now when ever one else who hasn't been scratched by a werewolf monster or working for this weirdass dairy company is ballooning?' Sarah asked, taking a bite of her candy bar and waddling towards the desk on tip toe, 'Come on.'

'Sarah, you just...did you just not notice that?' the model asked in disbelief.

'I noticed that the only copy of the book says its checked out,' Sarah whispered, pointing at the computer with the hand that held half a butter finger while her free hand tugged her pants against the droop of her belly, 'not at the central library at county. And how is it supposed to get here if the town's closed off by the state troopers?'

'Great point, but Sarah, you're hand!' Jessica insisted quietly, 'that candy bar...'

'Oh crap,' the teacher hissed, looking down at the candy bar stub and her even bigger belly, 'fuck it it doesn't matter. Come on.'

Jessica looked her friend up and down. The teacher was looking...big. She'd been two hundred or so at the store and had added at least thirty pounds since then thanks to her apparently magical candy bars. Well fitting size large sweats were now painted on, several inches of muffin top showing as her shirt was pushed up by her gut and down by the spread of her increasingly substantial breasts. Sarah might weigh more than the model now, given how her own jeans were hanging off her hips.

The two tip toed to the door of Dana's office, putting an ear to the door.

'Yes, both of them are here,' Dana said, 'Sarah's clearly been awakened, she's gotten fat as a pig already, she'll reach the new average weight by nightfall at this rate. The other one though...she's infected. Her pants are falling off of her and her eyes, I'm guessing she's got three days. Does that interfere?'

Sarah looked over at Jessica's baby blues, which had taken on a greenish cast since last night. Green? Why would they turn...blue and yellow made green didn't they? Oh fuck.

'No babe, they don't have any idea of what's going on I'm sure, the idiots,' the librarian laughed, 'yeah, send me a pizza guy with some laced pizza. I can have Sarah up to three hundred before that dumbass knows what's happening. Its not like she notices anything, moron never noticed her husband's car parked here for every weds the past five years. No sweet heart it never means anything to me, its just a way to hurt her.'

Sarah's teeth gritted as a suspected affair was confirmed to her. She looked at Jessica and motioned a gun. The model shook her head and bid her keep listening.

'And he's a lard ass too, not a real man like you,'  Dana went on, 'and who else could give me an ass like this? You can bounce a quarter off this thing. We've got to try that thing with me on top and the handcuffs again...maybe make it rounder...'

'WTF' Jessica mouthed to her as the phone hung up and Sarah's face went dark with anger.

'Well girls, the book will be here friday. And I ordered us some pizza so we can...,' Dana said as she opened the door, trailing off as she noticed the two fat women right at the door of her office.

'I think you have some explaining to do, Dana,' Jessica said, barging into the office and forcing the much, much shorter woman back, Sarah following in.

'Yeah, like why did my husband have his dick in your bony ass?' Sarah asked, 'and why am I getting fatter? And who were you talking too?'

'And what the hell are werewolves doing here?' Jessica said, shoving the librarian back over her desk with ease, 'and why am I turning into one?'

'Girls, girls, I can explain,' the over matched librarian stammered in fear as she fell behind the desk, 'its all just...hold on.'

She pulled a small pistol out from under her chair and shot Jessica three times in the chest. The model looked at the holes smoking in her top, then at the blood that dribbled from them. Jessica looked at Sarah, opened her mouth to say something and went limp and collapsed.

'I always hated that stupid bitch,' Dana smiled, 'always rubbing her long legs and big tits into every one's face.'

'You...you shot...,' Sarah tried to say over the ringing in her ears.

'When she started getting fat, you won't believe how happy I was,' the librarian continued, 'the perfect woman blowing into a butter ball. I noticed before anyone else did, you know that? How her instagram post showed her abs filling in day by day, how her dress was just a little snug on that talk show. Oh it was like christmas come early but then, when everyone should have laughed at her, they all said she was gorgeous! Her views per day went up! How is that fair?'

Sarah stumbled over to her friend, tears starting to stream down her face. She grabbed the model's wrist, feeling nothing. Jessica's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

'I know you have to understand the injustice of it all, how perfect Jessica could do no wrong did a wrong and it became right! I know you had to hate her too, you were her crony since you were five, always hiding behind her and needing her and picking up her dregs until I took them all,' Dana laughed, 'although that part was always fun.'

'Jess...get up...please,' Sarah begged pushing weakly at the body as the teacher ranted.

'It stayed fun even when it wasn't her scraps,' the librarian went on, stepping closer to Sarah, 'did you know your husband was fucking me? Even before you got pregnant and chubby he was dumping loads into me every weds right when you were teaching the freshman. It always made me laugh.'

'Come on...Jessica...,' the teacher sobbed, pain twisting in her gut, 'please don't leave me alone again...'

'Of course this complicates things a little. I can't shoot you because they need the stupid bloodline of your witch ancestor and you can't be let out into public to eat yourself to the big 500 on friday, but well, you can guzzle milk shakes in the holding pens while everything gets set up,' Dana giggled, kicking Sarah hard in the gut with her heel, 'until then I'll just have some fun with you.'

The crying woman lurched to the side, clutching her stomach in physical agony.

'Surprised you can feel it through all that blubber. Like the leg muscles? Brand new, I always hated running but now I don't need to,' Dana laughed insanely, 'and the tits? They're real now. All because I know how to pick the winning side and you happened to be born named Maserbaur.'

Sarah tried to kick her, she'd done martial arts with Jessica back in middle school but that had been fifteen years and a hundred and thirty pounds ago. Dana easily blocked it and kicked her again and again, laughing madly.

'I've been wanting to do this for years,' Dana laughed, raising her leg back, 'since I was the skinny little nerd girl and you and your pals were the hot athletes. Where was my fucking banner for getting state in quiz bowl? Why didn't I get a damn video at home coming for the science olympiad championsips? All the damn jocks and popular girls get celebrated and fucking zeppelin tits over there and you had the nerve to not even be stupid!'

'Dana...you're a bitch,' Sarah gasped, palm opening and closing into a fist.

Invisible force slammed into Dana, sending her slamming into a bulletin board. The librarian slid to the grown, unconscious. Sarah looked at her hand, currently holding a can of coke that was still cold. She dropped it and sobbed, deep horrible cries she wasn't even sure she could do any more.

The teacher laid there for several minutes, sobbing her eyes out until she heard a cough and three metallic rings. She looked up to see three flattened bullets rolling across the floor and Jessica sitting up, looking about two hundred pounds and very confused.

'Did I miss something?' the model asked.

 

 

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