The Other Jess (Part I & II)

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*reposted from my DeviantArt. First two parts of an ongoing weight gain story. Much more to come*

Chapter I & II

Most of us, whether we think about it in scientific terms or not, believe that there is at the core of everything, a rock solid, objective reality. Sure our perception might change, we may be incapable of perceiving things for what they really are, either by design or defect, but regardless there is a solid bedrock of definitive truth beneath the layers of subjectivity. 

But there are others that claim, that reality is by no means as stable as we may think it is. That it is in fact very fluid, and may in fact be constantly changing. There are many different theories concerning why this may be. Some believe it to be some side effect of living in an infinite Multiverse, two different versions of our world crossing paths, and resulting hybrid taking on elements of both. Others believe that these changes are due to Bradbury-esque time travelers from our own future causing irreparable damage to our past, or perhaps a glitch in a proposed matrix. Still others may claim that it is the work of some spiteful or mischievous deity or some avatar of chaos, bending reality for its own amusement. 

Evidence of any of these theories appears to be sorely lacking, and when it does surface it is usually in the form of mis-remembered names of children’s book authors, or some forum user claiming they made a turkey sandwich only to bite into ham, and most all seem to be tainted with a sense that the teller of the tale either has an undeserved confidence regarding their memory and a refusal to admit that they were wrong, or more innocently a simple desire to feel special. 

In all likelihood if there are more extraordinary examples of this fluctuating reality, and more to the point people whose memories are unaffected by these changes, sharing their story on some internet forum would be the last of their concerns. Their time no doubt spent trying to come to terms with whatever reality has decided to bend their life into. 

Jessica Foster was in fact one of these people. Calling her an “experiencer” may be putting too dull a point on things, as most would probably see her more as a victim. Helplessly dragged along as the forces that be rewrote her entire life, not with the snap of the finger, but instead slowly tweaking some sort of celestial dial until it settled on some new normal. And as extreme as her case may have been, much like those that swear up and down that it was Berenstein bears, or that the lunch they’re eating is not the one they packed, all she had to remind her that she had ever been anyone else, was her memories, but it time, she feared, these too would fade.  

Prior to the change Jessica’s life would, ironically, be best be described as nondescript. By any measure, she had lived a completely average life. She grew up in a loving two parent home in the suburbs of Chicago. In school she had been known as a reserved but bubbly girl, beloved by most of her classmates and teachers, but rarely drawing attention to herself, instead maintaining a small circle of friends, though she was recognized as a capable, cross country runner in high school.

Her athleticism was notable enough to be offered a few partial scholarships, though she ultimately decided to shirk the traditional college life, opting to attend a local community college for a bachelors in humanities, Wishing to stay close to her friends and family and also not feeling her chosen degree was worth the debt a more traditional university would lead to. 

She had graduated about a year ago. She had taken some time to save up money, going full time at the specialty shoe store that had been her only employer since junior year, while trying to figure out what she wanted to do next.

She still wasn’t sure to be honest, but after a few months she decided it was time to at least take a baby step forward and began to seek more gainful employment. 

She had eventually taken a job as a claims adjuster at a large insurance company in the city. It certainly was not what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, but the pay was surprisingly lucrative for a recent college graduate, and her new found income along with her small savings had allowed her to rent a modest apartment in the city. 

The by then 24 year old brunette quickly began adapting to her adult life. Her personality remained relatively unchanged since high school, she was still a seemingly perfect blend of introvert and extrovert, always quick with a joke (usually at her own expense) or words of encouragement but never deliberately drawing attention to herself. She would rarely be the one to start of discussion, but would always be a welcome participant in one, and this led to her being quickly beloved by virtually everyone in her department. In particular her friend Sam and Terri, who had quickly become like sisters to her. 

Sam and Terri were the only other women in their twenties in Jess’s office. Well that wasn't strictly true, but they were the only other two twenty somethings that hadn’t already settled down and began popping out kids. Sam and Terri were polar opposites. Sam, short for Samia, was a boisterous black-haired beauty from Iran, while Terri was a mousey ginger girl who rarely spoke unless spoken too. The two had started to work in the office several months prior to Jess, being slightly older than her at 27 and 26 respectively, and had quickly become best friends after the gregarious Sam noticed the shy redhead sitting alone in the cafeteria and had decided it was her out of her shell. 

This was working to an extent, as the painfully bashful Terri had even begun to attempt to flirt with men who would often approach the two while they were out. The relationship was far from one sided however, Terri’s natural state apprehension serving as a sort of restrictor plate for the sometimes overly enthusiastic Sam, a sort of nervous voice in the back of her head that had prevented her from making more than one bad decision. 

In Jess the two found a perfect medium between their polar opposite personalities and the three quickly became even more insperable than the preceding pair had ever been. Going out for drinks together several times a week, and their “girls nights in” had become a staple of Saturday nights. They would even try to coordinate triple dates a practice that usually ended with 3 very confused looking suitors, as the women would lose themselves in a stream of in jokes and work stories. 

And this was the life Jess had settled into. Was it what she wanted to do for the rest of her life? Absolutely not, but the 24 year old couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction with what she had, a life that began to unravel one fateful monday morning. 

    From the moment her alarm went off that morning something felt slightly off. Jess was always a bit of a morning person, though as she would often point out that she was not one of those people. Instead of being blessed with just the right amount of pep to complete a morning ritual with far more vigor than the more drowsy among us could ever hope to muster. 

But this morning she felt as though a heavy blanket was weighing her down. She lay there for several minutes before even bothering to silence the alarm on her phone. 

    Sitting up, her eyes struggled to adjust to the light as she continued to just sit there, unmoving, trying to collect her thoughts, eventually pulling herself out of bed, and glancing at her phone again only to notice that her slacking had already managed to put her behind schedule. 

    She meandered towards her dresser, attempting feebly to get moving a little faster. She grabbed a bra and panties from their respective drawers, then went to her closet to grab some slacks, a blouse. blazer and a pair of modest heels. 

    Again looking at her phone’s clock with dismay she wondered if she could get away with a quick dry shampoo instead of her usual shower and worked her way over to her full length mirror to assess the situation. 

The still nude girl’s sleep heavy eyes finally shot open as the reflection staring back to her looked unfamiliar. 

“When did I get this fat?” she said, quizzically, her grogginess preventing her from expressing the shock the apparent over night change should warrant. 

Jessica was not blind to the changes her body had gone through since her high school days of running through the woods in a tank top and shorts every afternoon. She knew she had put on a little weight since high school, and that her more leisurely lifestyle of late was not going to do her any favors in the long run, but the figure that stared back at her now, was not one wrapped in a thin layer of feminine softness resulting from inactivity. She was downright chubby. 

It was her midsection that drew her attention first, her formally flat stomach now protruding out as a slight pot belly. The skin still appeared taught, not big enough to have begun to sag towards her waistline, with a shape that was not dissimilar to that of a woman who was a few months pregnant.  

Her naturally wide hips had collected some additional padding as well, having developed small, but definitely grabbable handles, and as she ran her hands up her abdomen, she could feel the slightest indication of rolls developing at slightly below the level of her breasts. She grabbed hold of this fluffy excess and moved her hands back, confirming that this new padding was wrapping around to her back, just below her shoulder blades. Back fat. She shuddered at this more than the other developments. 

Meanwhile Her breasts had taken on some extra weight as well, looking to her as though they may have been a full cup size larger than the modest B’s she had always remembered. She put her arms up in a T pose and spun slowly in the mirror, watching for any jiggling of her forearms. There was a slight bit of movement, her arms were definitely thicker, but much like her belly below them, seemed to be just under the cusp of being problematic. 

Her butt had predictably grown in both width and depth, a development that Jess had to admit was somewhat welcome, as she had never really had much in the booty department prior, but the chunky thighs that scraped together slightly beneath them quickly took her out of the moment. She lifted a leg slightly. Even her calves looked a little thicker. Another shudder. 

Finally she leaned close to the mirror, examining her face. Her cheeks definitely seemed puffier, her neck slightly thicker, and most troublingly, she could swear she saw the inkling of a double chin though she resisted the urge to investigate this particular element.

Jessica walked to her bathroom, opening the small utility closet within, and pulled out an electronic scale, that she had bought when she moved in, removing it from the box for the first time. 

Jess never really made a point of watching her weight, but had bought the scale because it  had seemed like one of those things every bathroom should have, rather than with any intention of using it, a decision she both lauded and loathed herself for making right now.

When she had last weighed herself it had been just after graduation at her parents' house. 145. She quickly placed the enclosed batteries into the unused scale, and stepped onto it. She didn’t really want to look at the number so she closed her eyes and crossed her fingers, praying that the damage wasn’t too severe in the seconds before the simulated voice chirped  “180 lbs.”

Now it’s important to note that despite the weight seemingly piling on over night, Jessica did not immediately believe that the gain had happened suddenly. Which silly as this might seem, was really the only way of accepting the change logically. 

After all, it was impossible for someone to gain 35 lbs overnight. She thought about all the reasons why this had happened. She had taken a sedentary job, was eating more processed foods for lunch, was going out to eat a little more, was drinking several nights a week, etc.

Surely this was just the inevitable result of a lack of upkeep. She had to have been gaining weight for some time, today simply being the day she passed some sort of threshold where she had finally noticed the changes to her body. 

She resolved to improve her diet, cut back on the drinking, maybe start packing lunches and definitely join a gym after work. But that would have to come later. For now she still had a job to do, and one she was going to be late for at that. Returning to her outfit, she slipped into her bra and panties, noticing a slight bulge of fat between the uppermost part of her chest and her shoulder joint, pouting for a second before continuing to get dressed. 

Perhaps because her brain had already made one huge logic leap to explain her weight gain in rational terms, or perhaps because she was simply in too much of a rush to get to work, the fact that her clothes still seemed to fit perfectly despite being purchased a few dozen pounds ago, did not cross Jess’s mind as she grabbed her purse and keys and hurried to catch her bus to work, nor did the huffing and puffing she was doing register as out of place as she power walked towards her stop. 

Her weight remained at the forefront of her mind as she began her day at work. Over and over again, she reaffirmed her commitment to making some changes, even as she absent mindedly grazed on the snack size bag of potato chips she had instinctively pulled from her desk drawer. 

She was about midway through the bag when it finally struck her as odd that she was eating the chips, and even more strange that they had been in her desk to begin with, as she was never much of a snacker, and certainly didn’t remember having stashed anything away. 

She opened the drawer where she had retrieved the mystery bag from again, and was shocked to see the drawer lined not only with several other bags of chips, but several other foods outside her normal dietary habits. Sweet and sour candies, fun size chocolate bars, cheese puffs, those stuffed pretzel thingies, and more. 

Again she tried her best to make sense of this info, assuring herself that some well meaning member of the leadership team had probably filled everyone’s drawer with goodies as some sort of morale booster, and forgotten to CC her on whatever email had announced it. This didn’t explain how she had apparently known the chips were in there, but it was a good enough explanation for now and certainly made more sense than any alternative. 

At lunch her brain similarly went into a sort of auto-pilot mode, and despite the fact that only moments before she had entered the cafeteria she had assured herself that she was going to  grab a salad and a fruit cup from the buildings cafeteria, when she sat down with Sam and Terri she found herself staring at a lunch tray that contained a buffalo chicken wrap, a bag of funions, a rice krispie treat and a coke, her unconscious mind had apparently been intent on sabotaging her best laid plans for a healthy meal.

    She was puzzled to say the least, this time her mind failing to find a plausible reason for the change, but considering the cafeteria was more or less just a fridge and some shelves, with a self service kiosk serving as the register, she couldn’t exactly walk back up and return it. She thought about simply not eating, but a growl in her stomach assured her this was not going to be tolerated, so she simply accepted she’d have to suffer through one more unhealthy meal. 

Looking up from her meal, she finally greeted Sam and Terri, and the three chatted about their day, and the night that preceded it. Jess quickly returned to her internal dialog about the meal switch up as Sam began detailing a particularly awkward dinner date she had been on the night before, with Terri giggling as the details got more juicy. 

At some point the story ended, and Sam was apparently awaiting a reaction from Jess, who was completely checked out, until Sam waved her hand in front of her face, and called her name. 

“I have to lose some weight” Jess blurted out with the slightest twinge of desperation. She lowered her voice to just above a whisper “I weighed myself this morning... and I’ve gained 30 lbs since I started working here” 

Terri and Sam turned to each other with matching looks of bewilderment before turning back to their friend. There was a pause that lasted just long enough to be slightly awkward. From the two women’s expressions, it was obvious they were searching for the right words, the declaration clearly catching them off guard for some reason, beyond it’s suddenness. 

Terri was the one that finally broke the silence. Placing her hand on top of Jess’, giving it a quick pat before saying simply, “That’s great Jess” 

Jess continued the one way conversation, ignoring the slight pought from Sam, who was obviously a little annoyed that the conversation had shifted away from her date. 

Jess began sharing her plans to join the gym after work, to cut back on drinking, and eat more natural food. Maybe she’d try that Keto thing, or the paleo thing, or should she just count calories. 

Her friends offered supportive nods, though as she spoke their eyebrows would occasionally raise, or they’d cock their heads just slightly to the side as though they were struggling to take this information in. They looked particularly confused when Jess mentioned something about someone putting a bunch of snacks in her desk drawer, but did not say anything.

Their apparent confusion was not noticed by Jess, who was in many ways talking to herself more than she was her two friends. Eventually lunch was over, and the three went their separate ways, Terri and Sam going one way and Jess another, the two senior members of their friend circle retreating to the stairwell for an impromptu meeting. 

The looked at each other for a moment, before Sam broke the silence. 

“Okay that was weird right?” she asked with Terri quickly agreeing.

This was not the Jess that Terri and Sam knew. First off neither felt their friend looked any heavier than she did the day they had met her. She had always been chubby, and more to the point she had seemingly been completely okay with it. She would unabashedly be seen snacking throughout the day, and in fact had made a point to mention her “stash” of snacks at team meetings over the preceding few months, always welcoming her colleagues to stop by if they ever needed a sugar fix. 

Grant it she had never expressed any sort of satisfaction with her size either. She wasn’t  the “real women have curves” type, but she didn’t seem like the dieting type either. They were more taken aback by her mentioning it at all really. She had seemed naively oblivious to it before, which made her sudden development of a rather detailed plan to drop weight overnight seem all the more out of character. 

But slight delusions aside, they didn’t immediately see any harm in their full figured friends plan to drop some weight, but agreed they should keep an eye on her to make sure this didn’t turn into some sort of weird eating disorder. Terri suggested that if she did in fact join a gym it might be a good idea for them to go with her. Sam happily agreed, though she buried the affirmation behind a joke about meeting men, and with that the two returned to their desk. 

Jess meanwhile had retreated to the bathroom, tearing up a bit as she caught her profile in the mirror before moving to a stall to attempt to gather herself. The lunch with her friends had added a new level of perspective to the situation, as she compared her new found softness to her still svete friends, friends that up until recently she had always seen as her equals in terms of figure.

    It was a passing thought of size comparison that gave Jess the first inkling that there was something up with her weight beyond simply absent mindedly letting herself go for a few months. She was so obsessed with how to drop the weight all morning, that she hadn’t really had time to think about it logically until now.

    Among the three’s many similarities was a mutual love of retail therapy, and the fact that they all wore the same size clothing only served as a catalyst for their shared hobby of shopping, as they could justify each purchase by reassuring themselves that if they got sick of the garment, one of the other three, would certainly get some use out of it. 

    Jess tried to remember the last time she had borrowed something from the other, and within a few seconds clearly recalled borrowing a green button up from Sam for a dinner date only a week ago.

Maybe a lack of self awareness could explain her not noticing the weight gain, but it didn’t explain how her friends shirt would have fit perfectly less than a week ago, Sam wasn’t exactly a modest dresser in terms of fit, and if Jess had truly been several dozen pounds heavier than her friend less than a week ago, there is no way that that shirt would have went on without an embarrassing amount of fluff being on display . 

Her mind then quickly shifted to her own clothes, finally realizing how impossible it should be that they would fit. She removed her blazer to check the size. Jess had bought this particular jacket for her interview, and if that was the case, it should be a size 5, but as her eyes locked on the tag, she instead saw an “12” 

She hurriedly slipped the blazer back on, then pulled out her phone, she opened up her photo gallery and began flipping frantically through her pictures, expecting to see a slow decrease in weight, as the months rolled back, but instead she kept seeing the same chubby girl. 

Finally she opened up her Facebook profile, remembering that she had posted a selfie shortly before she had gone for her interview for her job. Sure enough, there she was all 180 lbs of her. 

Jess didn’t know what to do. Was she crazy? Had she been this big all along? Did she have some weird form of dysmorphia that suddenly decided to turn itself off? Nothing made sense, but as she realized she had been sitting in the bathroom stall for a solid ten minutes, she could do little else but take several deep breaths, and try to continue her day as normal. 

She returned to her desk and tried to have as regular a day as possible, though it would be a stretch to call it productive. She found herself trying to meet the gaze of everyone that passed her desk, hoping, praying that someone would shoot her a weird look, that someone would see her newly expanded form as abnormal, but receiving only friendly nods, smiles, and waves. 

Her day ended and Jess, decided that whatever was going on with her weight, the end result was the same, she was fat, and needed to do something about it. So she still planned on joining a gym. There was a large fitness club near her office, which she began to walk to, this time noticing that the brisk pace of her walk seemed to leave her more out of breath than it should. 

As she approached the club, the uncreatively named Chicago Fitness, she saw a familiar figure exiting the building, and shuddered with horror as the figure locked eyes with her, grinned, and began walking towards her. 

The figure was one of Jess’s friends from high school, Brittani. Though, friends might not have been the best word. They had in fact been the very definition of Frenemies, on again off again rivals on their cross country team, and in academics. They never really cared about being number one at anything, but did fiercely compete to beat the other, though through it all they had never had any real sort of conflict. They did tend to bring out the worst in each other, and their conversations were often filled with jabs and barbs uncharacteristic of either girl outside of their interactions with the other. 

Throughout their rivalry there had never really been a clear winner and as the two lost touch almost immediately after graduation, it didn’t seem like there ever would be, but now as Jess took Brittani in, she began to feel like she had definitely lost. 

While Jess, had drifted away from athletics to focus on career, Britani seemed to have dove headlong into a commitment to fitness. Her formally slender frame had filled out in a completely different way, with a noticeable six pack glistening with sweat beneath her crop top, her biceps bordering on the intimidating, with thighs and glutes that would be the envy of any fitness model. 

“Oh my god Jess, it’s great to see you!” she said with a glow that matched her tan physique, wrapping her arms around Jess for a hug before the girl could offer a reply. As she squeezed the contrast between the two bodies was even more obvious, as Jess felt her doughy middle push up against the rock hard abdominals of her former rival.  

She let go, and the two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Brit finally asked her what she was doing there. 

Jess shrugged, not wanting to seem too desperate, but already dreading the silver tongued reply that she was sure awaited her

“Oh just trying to drop a few pounds I guess”

“That’s amazing girl, I’m so proud of you for finally making a change” Brit said, with a look of seemingly genuine compassion. 

Jess was slightly taken aback by this. The way Brittani said that, it was as though Jess’s weight had been a problem for a while. Which grant it, the evidence seemed to suggest that it was a problem for much longer than Jess had initially thought, but Jess hadn’t seen Brittani in years, her last recollection should be of Jess in high school, when she was still very much in shape. 

She wondered if maybe, just maybe Brittani, was just being a bitch, and that she was implying Jess had always been fat just to get another dig in, but something about her face told Jess that whatever bit of spite for her that had been in Brit’s heart had long since faded, so she could think of nothing to say but  “Thank you” half listening as Brittani said something about teaching a free weights class a couple nights a week, before jogging away into the autumn evening.

Jess stood their in a daze, half embarrassed, half confused. Without thinking she started walking away from the Fitness club, and not becoming fully self-aware again until she found herself sitting in the booth of the pizza joint across the street from her apartment, munching on a slice of deep dish pizza, the empty pan in front of her suggesting the rest of the pie was already inside her. Her other hand to her disgust, was rubbing her swollen stomach over her shirt. She shuddered, but finished her final piece, and went to the counter to pay her bill confirming her suspicions that the entirety of a large pizza was now digesting within her stomach. 

Ashamed, she walked back to her apartment. She went to her room, threw her clothes into the hamper, and pulled the baggiest pajamas she could find from her drawer. She looked at the rest of her work clothes as she threw them into the hamper. Sure enough, her shirt and pants seemed to have magically increased in size, as did her panties. Her bra had gone from a 32B to a 36C, which she had to admit she wasn’t all that upset about, but it was hard to stay focused on that. 

Settling on the couch, she flipped the TV on, finding some forensic crime show as per usual, and despite the unneeded calories, decided she could use a drink. Or Two. Or the bottle. She went to the kitchen, and opened her fridge, where she was greeted with yet another shock. 

Not having time for breakfast that morning, this was the first time since she noticed her weight gain that Jess had had been in her kitchen, and with her different body, apparently had come different eating habits. The almond milk replaced with whole, the ground turkey she was saving for Friday replaced by beef, greek yogurts replaced by some fancy looking pudding. She opened the freezer, to find more of the same. An assortment of frozen foods begging to be fried, and several pints of ben & jerry’s replacing her diet friendly ice creams and steamable vegetables that she had remembered buying just a day prior. 

At this point, she couldn’t do much beyond shake her head in dismay. Whatever was going on, whoever she had apparently been the past few months, this “other Jess” as she decided to call her, still apparently liked moscato, and that was enough for now. 

She grabbed the bottle of wine. Opened it up, and took it, along with a glass into the living room. An hour or so later she drunkenly stumbled back to the freezer, pulling down one of those ice cream pints her other self was nice enough to supply, and devouring it within a few short minutes. 

She found her way to the bedroom, stuffed beyond belief, again rubbing her stomach, deliberately this time, as she hoped it would relieve her overwhelming sense of fullness. She smiled, noticing that the sensation of being this full felt kind of nice, a thought she hoped was just the wine talking, before she had drifted to sleep before she could give it any further thought. 

Jess awoke the next day, hoping that maybe, just maybe she had just had some bizarre dream, but one look in her full length confirmed this was not the case. In fact, she could have sworn she seemed a pound or two heavier, though she had no intention of stepping on the scale to assess the damage, and from there her day went on almost exactly like the first. 

She again found herself munching on snacks from her drawer, bought a less than healthy lunch despite assuring herself she wouldn’t, and now found herself snacking on a Snickers bar in the cafeteria on her afternoon break.  She again told herself she was going to go to the gym, but conveniently reminded herself she hadn’t brought any suitable clothes, so went straight home instead. 

The rest of the week continued much the same way. Absent minded snacking, during the day, a convenient excuse to avoid the gym in the afternoon, finding herself in some neighborhood comfort food supplier for dinner, home for ice cream and one too many glasses of wine, sleep, repeat. She went out with Sam and Terri only once that week. Terri suggesting they try a micropub for a change, thinking the quieter atmosphere might do Jess some good, but as nice as her friends were, Jess found herself extremely jealous of their still slender frames, and this in turn fed the feelings of self loathing she had developed over the course of the week.

The end result was a bar tab excessive in both food and drink, and Terri and Sam walking their friend's home, tucking her into bed, and sitting there for a moment, worried she may get sick. 

Jess did not get sick, but in her drunken stupor, she began muttering something about “the other jess” which concerned her two friends, though they couldn’t really make heads or tails of what exactly she meant, and after they convinced themselves the girl wasn’t at risk of throwing up, they left, reaffirming their commitment to helping their friend before going their separate ways. 

“The Other Jess” was a concept that had quickly increased in prominence in Jess’s mind since it’s initial mention, usually like that first monday, after the third or fourth glass of wine. While she was sober Jess was still desperately clinging to logic bound explanations to explain both the self sabotage of her diet plans and the discrepancies between the life she remembered the and the life she had apparently been living 

At night on the other hand alcohol seemed to open her mind up to the possibility that her new size and the food bases transgressions that had come in its wake were in fact the result of her mind was now sharing the life and body of some alternate version of herself. She would freely blame Other Jess for the events of the day, often pointing out to herself that if this was how “Other Jess” lived it was no wonder she had packed on the pounds, though in her drunken state she seemed far less concerned with doing anything about it, besides rubbing her taut midsection and drifting off to sleep.  

While dreaming, or on occasions where her mind was free to wander, Jess would have flashes of memories she did not remember experiences. Trips to buffets, lazy nights in bed with a Halloween sized bag of chocolates, afternoons lazing on the sofa. Most of the time she would brush these off as hunger induced hallucinations, but other times she wondered if perhaps there was something more to them, if perhaps they weren’t glimpses into the Other Jess’s life. They would certainly explain her interdimensional counterparts plump form.   

Sometime on Friday, Sam had asked her if she had joined the gym yet, to which Jess sheepishly admitted she had not. Sam, sensing what she thought was simple anxiety or maybe embarrassment in her friend offered to go with her after work Monday. 

Jess hoped this would be the extra kick in the butt she needed to stop the excuses and delusions about multiple Jess’s or alternate realities or whatever she found herself babbling about at night, and perhaps it would have been, if that particular version of next Monday had ever come to pass, but unfortunately for Jess, it would not.

 

Jess awoke that monday, once again with an unfamiliar feeling, but one far more obvious than the slight sense of grogginess of the week before. As Jess heard the familiar sound of her alarm and attempted to roll towards it, she was immediately struck with the sense that something was very, very wrong. 

Every new movement felt unnecessarily cumbersome, and this sensation was quickly followed by the distinct sense that there was more of her, than there should be. Her hand shook as she reached for her phone to silence the alarm. Though her body would have been clearly visible in the morning light, she made a semi-conscious decision to not look down at herself as she lay in bed. 

Instead she wrapped her topsheet around herself, stood up, and began shuffling towards the mirror, unfamiliar things jiggling as she moved towards a reflection that would only confirm her worst fears. 

Her hands rose to cover her mouth in shock, a shock that was exasperated as the sheet she had been holding dropped to the ground. 

 

Her face drew her attention first, more than likely because it had been mostly spared from change the last time. Her once enviable cheek bones were now completely hidden behind, inflated cheeks that sported a new pinkish hue. Her slender neck was starting to be swallowed by a now prodigious double chin, and a doughier pair of shoulders, though the neck itself, what little remained, had also thickened. Even her lips seemed a bit fuller. She raised an arm to touch her altered visage, and was overcome with another wave of shock as her formerly delicate hands were now softened by their own layer of adipose, pudgy palms connecting to plump fingers, and she was struck by the pillowiness of her swollen digits as the hand met her chubby cheek.   

As the arm raised she noticed a jiggling in the mirror, and pulled back almost as soon as she had touched her face, attention turning to her upper arms which she immediately thought must have been as thick as her thighs had been the night before. The fat drooped down over her elbow, onto equally bloated forearms, and she felt an especially potent wave of dread when she noticed the slight crevice where her forearm met her wrist. 

Her hands raised once more she brought them to rest on her heaving bosom, which still quivered with each shallow breath, a result either her shock in her exasperation, the walk to the mirror, or more likely both. Her breasts were enormous, at least comparatively speaking, and she reckoned her cup size had to be approaching the middle of the alphabet. She pushed them together with her arms, creating a respectable spread of cleavage, and momentarily she felt a sense of pride, though it was quickly replaced when she remembered the roll of fat that connected her breasts to the back fat on her shoulder blades, and to her dismay this newish addition had greatly expanded. She lifted each breast up, feeling the heft of them, noticing that her nipples and areola had grown at a rate that seemed to  just slightly outpace the breast in terms of proportion, and with a pout she released them, allowing them to smack against the new roll that lay atop what she could only describe as a gut.  

Her belly was no longer at risk of being mistaken for a mid-term pregnancy, it stuck out several inches in front of her. She slid her hands down the sizable bulk. Besides the small roll beneath her breasts, it was one solid mass, coming to rest over her pubic mound. Her hands moved off to the size and grabbed a hold of her meaty love handles , which as she moved her hands back she found connected to her now mountainous buttocks. She turned around quickly catching a glimpse of her shelf like rear, which was covered in dimples. Again she felt the slightest sense of pride in the shapeliness of it, and even gave it a quick shake, though she could help but notice a generous supply of back fat jiggling in tandem with her butt. Turning back around her eyes were next drawn to her thighs which had at least doubled in mass, their size exaggerated somewhat by Jess’s wide hips, each seemingly trying to overtake the other as they were smashed together, and Jess shuddered as she thought back to her short trek to the mirror, and how in retrospect her walk seemed more like a waddle. The thighs mimicked the shape of her arms, her fat overtaking her knees a bit before tapering slightly to thick calves. She lifted a foot up a bit, seeing that much like her hands, they too were now sporting a layer of softness. She had developed thick cankles, which were threatening to sag towards the floor if they swelled much more. 

Lowering her foot, Jess stood blankly into the mirror. Her mind went blank for a moment as her two existences seemed to blur. When she came to she found herself still in front of the mirror, though in a much more compromising position. One hand was gently caressing her left nipple, the palm of the other softly massaging her pubic mound, which itself had become enlarged with added adipose.  The “other Jess” had evidently found something about her new size appealing, but as the two sides of the girl separated, regular Jess pulled both hands away from her erogenous zones and shook her head side to side, as though she had just awoken from a bad dream.

Jess turned away from the mirror, and began walking towards her closet and dresser, and was perhaps less surprised than she should have been to find all of her clothes had somehow grown along with her. Her drunken musings on some other version of herself who’s life had become intertwined with her own, no longer seemed like an outlandish idea or some subconscious coping mechanism to explain a lack of self control, in the brief waddle from mirror to dresser Jess had come to believe this to be truth, and she decided to try to find some proof of this phenomenon, though she wasn’t sure what.

She slipped into her now enormous panties and bra, then again turned to her closet. She was impressed by the sheer volume of flattering plus size garments that hung from the rack, but decided to slip into a pink sweatsuit with black highlights. The irony of wearing athletic gear at her size was not lost on her, but it looked comfortable, and slightly roomy. “I’m having a fat day” she said to herself, but was not quite able to laugh at her own joke. 

She sat on her bed for a moment pondering what to do next, or what to do to try to find some sort of evidence that her life was not the one she remembered, now convinced that the flashes of alleged memory were a sign of some deeper mystery. The idea of some other self invading her life lost whatever remaining trappings of a joke it had once had, and though her mind was doing it’s best to try to take the phenomenon in stride for the sake of her sanity, Jess felt an overwhelming sense of violation as the cosmos rearranged her existence.

After some thought about how to best test her theory, she decided that the best course of action would be to return to her parent’s home. If there was anyone who would notice that she had gained almost 200 lbs in a little under a month it would be her parents, particularly her well meaning but not overly tactful mother. This trip would necessitate calling off to work, so she began dialing her bosses number. He picked up, and Jess quickly explained that she had eaten some bad sushi and wouldn’t be in that day. This was the first time Jess had spoken aloud in a tone louder than a whisper, and she couldn’t help but notice that her once high voice seemed a little deeper and breathier. Her boss, wished her well, and with work taken care of, Jess began her trek to the bus stop. 

She was out of breath before she even left the lobby, and was already starting to regret her choice of outfit. The sweat suit was living up to its name, though she did find some relief once the cool midwestern breeze hit her. She had soon stuffed herself into a bus seat, embarrassed to find she was now taking up enough of the two person seat to prevent another passenger from using it. 

She was glad to be off the bus when she arrived at her parents neighborhood, though she lamented the fact that she would still have to walk a few blocks before reaching the house. She knocked on the door, and took a few deep breaths trying to regain her composure so that it was not apparent to whoever opened the door that the short burst of exertion had winded her. 

    Her mother soon appeared at the door, and upon recognizing her daughter and smiled. 

“Jess! It’s so good to see you!” she beamed before reaching out and hugging as much of her daughter as her arms would allow.  The two exchanged a few pleasantries before moving the conversation inside. 

    With the momentary break in conversation Jess accepted the fact that her mother, like her co-workers before her, seemed blissfully unaware of any change in Jess’s size. Her mother soon asked what she was doing here on a Monday, and if everything was okay, and Jess quickly reassured her  that everything was fine, that she was just taking a mental health day, and would like to look through some things in her old room. 

    Her mother smiled again, and told her she would fix some lunch while she went through the room and ran off to the kitchen with the same bounciness Jess had always remembered her for. 

    Jess entered her Teenage bedroom to find it at first glance to be almost identical to how she left it. The first thing she noticed that was off, was that there was no trophy case. Previously there was a repurposed china cabinet along the right side of the wall which had been stuffed with trophies and ribbons from Jess’s cross country days. Instead there was a small shelf with only 3 trophies and a picture frame. Jess waddled over to the shelf, the 3 trophies were all from her seventh grade year, the first year she had competed. It was a little strange that her parents would keep these up but none of her latter, far greater achievements, this thought was fleeting though as she was far more disturbed by the photo. 

In it, a young Jess was sitting on a stretcher, about to be loaded into an ambulance. She was smiling though, and was surrounded by her teammates, and her coaches. Brittani was beside her, holding her hand. Her left leg was covered by a blanket. There was a banner visible near the top of the picture, it read “Go Sparans” Jess was taken aback. She remembered this meet, it was one of the bigger meets of the year and the school had ordered a new banner to hang in support, but hadn’t noticed that the printing company had forgotten the “T” in Spartans until it was already hanging up. They had decided the kids wouldn’t notice. They were wrong. Jess remembered the banner becoming a running joke for years after, and more importantly she had won that meet, and certainly hadn’t hurt her leg. 

She sat down on her bed and put her face into her hands, closing her eyes and trying to think. Suddenly a new memory invaded her mind. A different series of events. Tripping on a branch that had fallen across the trail. Pain, she couldn’t move her leg. Paramedics carrying her from the woods. A bad break. No running for the rest of the season. 

She looked up, shaking her head again. No. That was wrong, that’s not how things happened. She reached under the bed where she knew there would be a shoebox filled with photos. She had gotten a digital camera in eight grade, and had taken an embarrassing amount of pictures of her and her friends throughout the remainder of her schooling. She flipped through the pictures. She noticed two things. First in the earliest photos she was quite a bit chubbier than she should have been getting increasingly heavy as the pictures progressed. Second, there were absolutely no photos of her meets, no selfies in her uniform, no team photos, nothing. 

Her athleticism, once a huge part of her life, had seemingly been erased. But why? Another flood of memory. Break was worse than they thought, extended bed rest. An overly sympathetic mother, tons of snacks. Food brought comfort. Soon her clothes didn’t fit. No tryouts next year or the year after, or the year after that….

Jess seemed to have her proof, she had stumbled upon the point of divergence between the life she remembered and the life that was quickly overtaking it. She laughed in disbelief. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting to be the root of all this, but it certainly wasn’t an out of place tree branch that decided to insert itself into her past. 

As she reflected on the absurdity of her situation more new memories flooded her brain, finding comfort in food as she recovered, and seeking that same satisfaction long after her leg had healed. Her interest in athletics waned as the years went on, at the beginning of her sophomore year, she had stopped insisting that she was “going to get into shape for tryouts.” Her weight continued to balloon as her teen years wore on, and became even worse when she entered college and was no longer restricted by her parent’s meal plans. 

Her mother entered the doorway, giving the overwhelmed Jess a concerned look before announcing that lunch was ready. Jess got up, thanking her mother, and walked to the kitchen. She was amazed by the spread laid out on the kitchen table, there were half a dozen well stuffed sandwiches, bags of chips and pretzels, various dips, and a tray of homemade cookies.    

Her mother had always loved cooking, but Jess never remembered the meals being quite so generous. Or more accurately, she didn’t remember this before today. Now it was all coming back to her. Her mother’s shift in behavior after the leg break. She didn’t understand it when she was young, but now she realized that mer mother had taken her injury relatively hard, and had begun cooking for her as a means of reducing her misplaced guilt and sense of helplessness. If she could make a few cupcakes and see the incapacitated teen smile for a bit she would do it. Like Jess the satisfaction she felt did not end at her recovery, and thus the elder Mrs. Foster had become younger Jess’ main enabler. Jess could now recall massive meals and numerous snacks being a staple of her later teen years.

While she was provided with this convenient bit of memory and psychoanalysis, Jess was already well into her second sandwich and after a while, the table was barren of food. Jess brushed a bit of cookie crumb from her second chin, and immediately felt shame in the sheer amount of food she had just consumed. She thanked her mother, and in a flustered blur decided to head back to her apartment. 

Jess sat in her living room staring absentmindedly at her TV. She had been overwhelmed with information all day, her life had been completely changed, and her poor brain had finally needed a few hours to try to come to terms with this new reality. About 6 o’clock she was awoken from her daze by her cell phone. It was Terri, checking in to see how Jess was feeling. Jess didn’t even really answer the question, she just blurted out “can you come over?” 

Terri paused for a moment, before saying “of course” in her usual reassuringly calm tone. Jess could hear Sam yell something about coming over too. Jess was glad to be having company. She quickly took a shower, trying not to focus on the many new bits and folds that required washing and changed into some PJs. She decided to order food for her new friends, and in that moment, as though summoned by the promise of dinner, The Other Jess again seemed to squeeze into the driver’s seat. She called a local chinese restaurant, ordering what she knew were Terri and Sam’s respective favorite entrees, and then ordering another, and another, and another, and some wontons, and egg rolls, and soup, and when the heavily accented voice informed her that her total would be $84.56 the other Jess calmly thanked her, as this was completely normal for one of her chinese binges. 

Original Jess took back over about the time she had to fetch the cash from her purse. She was ashamed at the amount of food she had purchased, and knowing her friends would soon be arriving she began to lay everything out on her coffee table in a sort of pseudo-buffett, so at least it would look like 70% of the food had been ordered for her and her alone. 

Terri and Sam arrived soon after, and though Jess was far from surprised, she was still a little disappointed that neither of her friends seemed to notice anything different about her. The trio enjoyed a night in, Sam had insisted it was her turn to pick the entertainment, which meant a night of trashy horror films. They laughed, they ate, with Jess continuing the graze long after the other two were full beyond capacity. Eventually they said their goodbyes, and Jess retired to her bed. As she began to drift off to sleep she once again found her hands gently rubbing her tight stomach, attempting to ease the process of digestion but there was also a bit of sensuality to her caress, something she would have liked to have shuddered at, but it felt too good for her to care. 

So much like before Jess tried to settle into her new life. She still went to work, still hung out with her friends, the only real difference was the massive quantities of food she consumed. Her fridge filled to the brim with junk, delivery orders that approached the triple digits, and snacks galore. Jess had given up on any illusions of shedding the weight, or maybe in their slow merging the other jess had simply eaten away at that part of her personality, replacing it with her own sense of gluttony.

 

Chapter 3

Except for somber moments of reflection here and there, Jess had grown somewhat accustomed to her new body, and her new position as the token fat friend among her friendship triangle. While she did feel a tingle of lingering resentment at the fact that she no longer received quite the same amount of attention as her still svete cohorts, there was a sort of relief in the fact that she could now spend her evenings simply relaxing, and munching on an appetizer platter while her friends took the brunt of the bar creeps. 

Indeed the changes to her life were minimal at best. The only real difference is that there were very few moments where she was without a snack in hand. Food was always there to break up the tedium of her white collar 9-5 life, and as it became a constant companion it also became a panacea for every minor stressor and irritation, which in turn lulled even the “old Jess”  into a state of acceptance. This led to more guiltless gorging, which would undoubtedly have led to a slow but steady increase in weight, had the powers that be been content to let nature take its course. They were not.

 

This time, there was no delay in Jess’s awareness that there was something very, very different about her physique. She awoke one with an overwhelming feeling of heaviness, which she initially attributed to grogginess, but as she tried to shift herself toward the end of the bed, she noticed just how much more of her there was. 

She looked down and saw, well not much. Her view was mostly obscured by her massive gut and mammaries. Needing to see just how extensive the damage was she resumed the laborious process of moving her bulk to the side of the bed, jiggling and shaking as she tried desperately to find some sense of equilibrium. She finally got her feet to the floor and was seated upright, feeling a small sense of accomplishment that was quickly pushed out in favor of renewed horror as she found herself struggling to lift herself up. 

When she finally did stand, and began walking toward the mirror, a mirror that she could already notice seemed to have grown in dimension as well. She gulped at that realization then again as she realized how much her gait had devolved into a waddle. After what seemed like  an eternity she was able to see herself in full. 

Her gaze first went to her feet, which were now far puffier than they had ever been, with a layer of fat adding diameter to each digit. The feet were beginning to be overwhelmed by a greatly engorged lower leg, a deep crevice separating foot from leg. With a good deal of effort Jess turned her foot slightly and could see the cankle sagging over her achilles tendon and threatening to brush against the floor. Her knees were completely encased in fat that dropped down from her now tree trunk sized thighs. 

    The true enormousness of said thighs was initially hard to grasp as her belly apron had descended as it grew and stopped just an inch or so short of the knees. It was only after she buried her arms beneath her gut and lifted it as much as she could that she truly saw how big her legs had gotten, and for a brief moment was able to spot her equally enormous pubic mound. 

Her massive love handles merged with the shelf that had become her butt. She turned in the mirror to see it in all it’s dimpled vastness. Her rear stuck out a solid 4 inches from her back, or more accurately the saddlebags and rolls and covered her back, and had also become a victim to gravity as the lower portions of each cheek also seemed intent on covering as much of each thigh as they could. She turned back around and attempted to wrap her arms around her belly, which she quickly realized was an impossibility. Instead she turned her attention to what had once been the small roll beneath her breasts, the roll had developed to the point that it now resembled a second pair of breasts, two wings of fat that met in the middle, each sagging about a ¼ of the way down her gut. 

She hefted each boob, trying to take a guess at their size, but having not the slightest clue, though she was sure her dresser drawers would eventually provide the answer. She was somewhat amazed at how shapely her bust remained, though she was less enthralled with the side boobs rolls, that wrapped around to meet her back fat, which had become so bloated that she had to keep her arms at the slightest of angles for comfort. 

Her arms mirrored her legs in their dimensions her great doughy upper arms cascading over her enveloped elbow, forearms ending in a crevice leading to chubby cherub like hands with pudgy palms and fingers that were beginning to resemble sausaged. 

She raised her hands to touch her face, a visage she hardly recognized now. Her double chin now reached all the way past her neck, or where her neck should have been had it not been completely buried by the aforementioned chin and the padding of her upper chest and shoulders, save for a roll of fat in the back of her neck, which once she noticed she would be glad remained covered by her hair. Her now permanently rosey cheeks had billowed out considerably and she was sure that were she to smile they would slightly obscure her vision. She even swore that her lips were slightly plumper.

Unable to simply swallow her dread and move on with her morning routine as she had in the past, Jess instead began moving back towards her bed. She noticed that the bed itself seemed to have undergone a transformation, the queen mattress was now a king, but more troubling was the fact that the cheap wooden department store bed frame had become reinforced steel frame, and a memory as they were so prone to do these days, came flooding back to Jess, of the installation team’s assurance that the frame would hold up to 3,500 lbs and more disturbingly at her memory selves thought that this would provide plenty of “room to grow.”

Her curiosity overwhelming her disgust, Jess began waddling about the rest of the apartment, curious of the other changes that may have taken place. She wandered into the bathroom first, which had undergone a rather dramatic change. The walk in shower had almost tripled in size, the porcelain replaced by stone, littered with an overabundance of in-wall showerheads and an equally large hand held deal. Next to the shower was an equally oversized Jacuzzi tub. The whole bathroom would be more at home in one of those home flipping shows with million dollar budgets than a single woman’s apartment, but even as the sense of overkill slipped into her brain, her inner monologue reminded her that the set up was necessary to keep her massive girth clean. 

She noticed an industrial looking scale next to an expansive toilet that she was sure had also been installed to deal with her mega sized form, and she figured that she may as well get this over with. With some difficulty, she bent over and pulled the scale out and stepped forward onto it. As soon as she started to wonder how she was going to read it with her belly in the way, a computerized voice chirped out the number six hundred and eighty five.    

Jess simply stepped off the scale and resumed her wanderings, the number both shocking, and completely expected. Jess made her way back into the bedroom, she decided to look through her drawers and closets, knowing full well that a size appropriate wardrobe would be awaiting her, but wondering if anything would be awaiting her but an assortment of muumuus. Shockingly, there was quite a wide selection of fashionable clothes, though many of the brands unrecognizable, at least until recollections of online orders from specialty realtors came back to her. 

Tired of wandering around naked she grabbed panties, bra, jeans and a t-shirt, all of them so large she had to shake her head in disbelief. After a lot of jiggling and shuffling, she managed to dress herself, even finding some sort of telescoping shoe horn that aided her in pulling a pair of ankle socks and flats over her pudgy feet. 

Now feeling somewhat decent Jess resumed the tour of her home. Her living room was much more spacious that she remembered, and she couldn’t help but notice there now appeared to be a small home office in one corner, with a comically large, and very obviously reinforced swivel chair. This puzzled Jess for a moment until she remembered with a shudder that she had been working from home for the past month or so. The small walks to the lunch room and to the fax machine were taking a toll on the ever expanding girl, and her boss had presented her with the option after witnessing a particularly intense scene of huffing and puffing. 

She was sure he was worried about a potential lawsuit if she passed out from exhaustion. She resented the thought as she recalled it, but remembered her other self eagerly accepting the offer, knowing this would put her in closer proximity to her food at all times. On that note, she wandered over to her fridge, which was also much larger than she remembered. She opened it and was greeted with a mind blowing amount of food, the freezer similarly well stocked. 

She went to shut the refrigerator, but her stomach gurgled in protest, and with this The Other Jess took over, pulled a box of toaster strudel out of the freezer, loaded her ten slice toaster  with the pastries, and before long found herself on the sofa (now a luxurious sectional) one hand blissfully pushing her gooey treats into her waiting mouth, the other massaging her massive belly as it was slowly filled with sweets.

The other Jess loosened her grip as her hunger subsided for a moment, and our Jess again began quizzically reviewing her circumstances. It was only now, as she looked at a TV that seemed about 4 sizes bigger than she remembered, thought about the bathroom, the assortment of commercial kitchen sized appliances, the absurd amount of food that her mind assured her was only meant to last the week, and the increased square footage of the place, and wondered how exactly she was affording all this on her salary. 

Her mind was quick to fill in that blank. In this again altered reality, Jess had still had her cross country accident, but her parents had decided to sue, and were awarded a sizable settlement, which Jess’s father had made a few wise investments with, and the family was now very, very, VERY well off.  With the financial security this afforded them, both of her parents were able to dote on their daughter more, spoiling the girl with whatever she wanted, which was usually food. While this version of Jess had undoubtedly wanted for nothing and this explained her bountiful physique. Still this even newer version of Jess was no rich brat, and her kind personality remained unchanged through the years.

This is why despite the fact that she was in a position where she would never have to work a day in her life, she still went to college, and still wanted to work. Her degree and job were no longer necessary building blocks for a successful life, but rather goals that Jess had set to show that she could be independent, even if she didn’t have to be.  

Jess sat there, taking all of herself in, running her hands along her body, feeling the different rolls that only presented themselves while she was sitting, her emotions that contradictory yet now familiar feeling of revulsion mixed with loving admiration, shame and confidence. After a few minutes, she decided she may as well get some work done, and made her way over to her desk. 

And so her day continued, not too different from the way it had been in the office. She still took phone calls, filled out forms, replied to various emails. The only real difference being the TV in the background and the fact that her “snack breaks” now consisted of full course freezer meals and at two calls to takeout restaurants. The only real surprise coming near the end of what could be called her shift, when there was a knock on the door. 

Before Jess could shift her bulk to begin to move she heard a set of keys jingling and the door opening. She spun around in her chair to see Sam and Terri. She was somewhat surprised to see them. She had half-wondered earlier in the day if she even still knew them, considering her short tenure at the office, but the thought was not well developed enough for her subconscious to provide her with the answer. 

Now she remembered that much like it had always been the three had hit it off immediately, and the two made almost daily visits to her apartment both to hang out, and to pick up any outgoing mail Jess had, as her over protective manager had expressed some concern about her walking to the nearest mailbox. She was more shocked to see a slight but noticeable paunch on both of her friends, which puzzled her until about 20 minutes into her visit when she saw just how many goodies the two had grabbed from the fridge, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her friends plumping up under her influence. 

After sometime the two left, and Jess resumed her evening, cooking a huge dinner of pork loin, macaroni and cheese and broccoli (which, rest assured was also covered in generous portion of cheese). The main meal complimented by a barrage of buttered dinner rolls, and several handfuls of various snacks that had made their way into the living room during the day. Dessert was a full frozen cheesecake. 

Finally stuffed Jess lay satiated on the sofa for a while, watched some TV and then made her way to bed. Her fullness turned her on, and the final revelation of that evening, that she could no longer reach her vagina without assistance, came without the intervention from her subconscious mind, though it did let her know that the solution to this particular problem could be found in her bedside table. 

So, much like before Jess began to settle into her new life. She questioned her other self less, simply accepting her new fate, and trying to enjoy it as much as she could, which to be honest was not as difficult as she may have wished it would have been, and she could no longer be sure how much of i was her otherselfs influence, and how much was because this life of gorging and growing just felt good. She was amazed at just how normal her life still managed to be. She was a little phased by her more limited mobility, but strangely, the more she seemed to think about it, the less of an issue it became, and the more she was able to do. She wasn’t losing weight, that was for sure, quite the opposite in fact, but within a few weeks of her transformation she found herself able to get around quite well, and was even able to make her way to the mall, where she quickly realized there was nothing in her size even in the designated “big girl” stores but there was a Panda Express in the food court so she still chalked up the day as a win. 

Perhaps if her life hadn’t already taken such a bizarre turn, she may have questioned why the universe seemed so willing to seemingly re-write the rules of anatomy and physics to allow her supersized body to get around with such ease but this was far from her top concern. 

But as it had twice before her concern for her entire situation slipped away as the days wore on, even if the change had been more drastic this time. But this time the line between old and new Jess seemed to blur, as even in those moments when her original self was clearly in control, she found herself sincerely enjoying this new life of relaxation and gluttony, and in fact beginning to enjoy her own body. She began to revel in the sensation of filling herself to her bursting point, rubbing her immense gut she digested as her latest binge.

There was a synthesis occurring between her two selves, and so when Jess found herself staring in the mirror some time later, her body once again having undergone a transformation she did not greet her altered form with shock or despair, but instead felt a warmth between her thighs. She grabbed a massive breast in her sausage like fingers, and seductively bit her lip. She could not believe how good she looked. In general shape, not much had changed, her various rolls had greatly expanded in size, her belly now hung well below her knees, and stuck out several feet in front of her, so much so that she could still manage to see it past her absurdly large bust. When at their sides her arms stuck out at an angle and as she lifted her feet, which were almost obscured by the rolls of her calves, she could feel her cankles brush against the carpet. A smile spread across her face, moved closer to the mirror, taking in the beauty of her fattened face, cheeks pushing her lips into a slight purse, double chin no longer entirely obscuring her thickened neck which had begun fighting for its own space.

She knew the routine at this point, and preemptively began asking herself questions about what had changed in her history this time. But this time it wasn’t much. The only real difference between her 600 lb transformation and her new self was the portion sizes. Instead of life altering events she remembered only more trips to various buffets, family dinners with fourth portions instead of seconds, etc. 

She eventually made her way to the scale to see just how much she had grown. She beamed when she heard the computerized voice chirp out the number “900.” A number her memory assured her she had been striving to reach for some time. She decided to skip the shower and picking out an outfit for the time being and made her way to the kitchen, for a celebratory breakfast. She slipped into a robe that was hanging on the bathroom door and made her way to the kitchen, giving no real thought to the fact that at her size she should be bed bound, and not waddling briskly with a slight pep in her pudgy step.  

She was just about to open her fridge and begin her breakfast binge when there was a knock at her door…. 

 

 

[dania201]

This is a plot device that seems hard to pull off, but you do a great job with it! And the sudden shocking transitions in weight and habits offer strong juxtapositions that really accentuate each fat experience. ❤️

[John Smith]

I recommand you to cut off your prose in distinctly separate paragraphs next time, so that uou may ease the reading.

 

But I had to say I am a fan of your writing style: it's fluid, clever and well-maneuvered. You somehow remind me about @>_< 0_0 and @swahilimonkfish . I'm impatient to plunge deeper into your Cosmic Horror/Coming-to-Age WG erotica.

[Sixtiesan2112]

I'll try to format it next time, this was a copy paste job so it lost the formatting. Thanks for the kind words

[Sixtiesan2112]

5 hours ago, John Smith said:

I recommand you to cut off your prose in distinctly separate paragraphs next time, so that uou may ease the reading.

 

But I had to say I am a fan of your writing style: it's fluid, clever and well-maneuvered. You somehow remind me about @>_< 0_0 and @swahilimonkfish . I'm impatient to plunge deeper into your Cosmic Horror/Coming-to-Age WG erotica.

ll try to format it next time, this was a copy paste job so it lost the formatting. Thanks for the kind words

[>_< 0_0]

This was horrifying 😬 I strongly suspect that Brittany was behind it and hope Jess figures out how to turn the tables 😆 

[Sixtiesan2112]

On 12/17/2019 at 10:02 PM, >_< 0_0 said:

This was horrifying 😬 I strongly suspect that Brittany was behind it and hope Jess figures out how to turn the tables 😆 

Something like that might happen... 😉

[Champ]

Love the story! Can’t wait for more!

[Sixtiesan2112]

updated with Chapter 3

[dania201]

On 1/7/2020 at 7:44 PM, Sixtiesan2112 said:

updated with Chapter 3

Link?

[Sixtiesan2112]

7 hours ago, dania201 said:

Link?

It's in the og post