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  1. Chapter Two - The Reality of Desires --- Ava jolted awake gasping for air. Staring at the ceiling a strange and ominous feeling hit her. The world’s gravity pressed on her whole form. Her eyes rolled down to be met with bountiful flesh covering her vision.“Oh my god…” the blonde whispered, “I, I thought it was all a dream...this can’t be true.” Now hit with reality, it took more effort to raise her arm than usual. “W-wha?” Ava wobbled the fat of her bingo-wing limb. “Wow…” she blurted, doing the same on her opposite arm, clapping her fat against the body. Ava couldn't help but to giggle from the jello-like bouncing and tickling her body created.Realizing her immaturity she stopped immediately. “Wait. I shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t like this!” the massively obese woman said and attempted to rise to a seated position. Failing and grunting in pure struggle, “This-this too real-no someone drugged me. Yesterday was all a fantasy right?” the billowing blonde voiced in horror with hyperventilation. After a few attempts in directly sitting up, she rolled onto her side to fling her oil drum sized legs off the bed.Pushing herself up, Ava investigated her surroundings, noticing the empty glasses. Cantaloupe sized breasts resting atop her lap consuming belly diverted all attention. Tucking hands underneath her mammaries she lifted them gently before releasing. A coo escaped from the mouth after finding pleasure from manipulating the newly formed parts of her body. "So sensitive…" the lady spoke, grazing her coaster sized areolas. She was only barely able to cover them, requiring the fullest extent of her arm to reach.Ava smiled at the deep valley of cleavage she created by pressing her breasts together. “I never had boobs like thi-Stop! Get yourself together!” Ava scolded herself and pinched her sides in punishment. The simple action drew attention to the rest of her expansive body, curiously feeling each roll and fold. The twenty-three-year old protested, “I got to stop and figure things out!" However she quickly realized the limitations of mobility due to her vastly multiplied weight.“Oh-Okay, you can do this…" Ava internally spoke after a couple minutes of thought. She rocked back and forth to gain momentum before her shapeless obese form attempted to stand. "Ah!" she yelped and collapsed back in bed, unable to maintain proper footing. Clumsily flopping onto the side and stomach, Ava used her doughy arms to assist up. “Whew…” she huffed, scampering to adjust her wide legs for balance. “Whew, that took more work than I expected,” sighing a stressed sigh of relief. “I can’t believe how hard that was…”Now in equilibrium, and cheeks flushed pink from exertion she discovered another immediate change. "I'm big-no taller!" Ava compared her legs length to the height of the surrounding furniture. Standing in place became difficult as she constantly adjusted her stance for comfort. “Okay, girl, this could be worse, you could’ve been bed bound,” she thought, leaning carefully to pick up the glass on the bed. “God, if I fall back in the bed, I don’t think I’ll be able to get back up,” the gargantuan woman reminded while inhaling and exhaling rapidly.During the movement, a foreign object lodged in the deep recesses of her groin bothered her. Curious to find out, Ava dug her fatty arm underneath her pannus. The discomfort relieved with an audible thump on the floor. She instinctively stepped aside to find out. Before the embiggened blonde could find out, her oversized leg inadvertently collided with the side of the bed causing a redwood tree sized timber.“Ah! Shit!” she swore in secrecy. The corner of her eye noticed the silver bullet object on the ground - the vibrator. Humiliation swept the girl, unaware of the vibrator that was embedded in her puffy vagina. “Oh my god disgusting!” she voiced in shame. Ava always maintained a well groomed and clean nether region - one of benefits of smell and cleanliness OCD. The thought reminded her, she lifted her belly with one arm to dig into to feel herself with the other. “Gross!” the woman yelped, retracting her hand with immediacy, discovering the remnants of her good time. Looking at the linen proved she indeed had too much fun in bed. “This is bad…” she thought, crumpling the top sheet into a ball. “...okay, sheet first, then me next.” Ava methodically rose off of the bed again, faster than the last but equally as taxing. “It’s not easy being like this… but I’ll make it work.”The blonde shifted her right leg forward, taking her first true step in her exceptionally obese form. Forcing her legs to shift her legs around the other was like relearning how to walk, or waddle. Each step seemingly took more effort than the last, as the sheer size and weight of each leg all took a toll on the fat girl. Her thighs fought for space all the way down to the knees, with a large double layered belly plopping up and down on them. The exaggerated movements caused every part of her to jiggle and quiver as if they had a life of their own. Ava finally reached the door taking three times as long to get there. After catching some much needed air, she opened and peeked into the conjoined kitchen and living room. On the other side, the washer and dryer was enclosed in a small closet by the entrance. The struggling girl pressed her expansive frame through the door while her hips grazed both sides. Continuing her trek across, she shuffled faster in open space. With each stride, the blonde began to adapt the new waddling style of locomotion. However, she was still distracted by every quiver and bob her body made with each foot landing. The fat woman gazed down at her frame, her boobs and belly bounce rhythmically to every movement.Suddenly, all movement halted when she collided with the closet door. Her projecting belly and breasts saved her face from collision. Thankful for the additional padding, she opened the door and placed the sheet in the washer. Now uncomfortably taller, Ava leaned heavily against her belly to adjust the settings, the cold metal touching her stomach sent chills and goosebumps. Once done, she dropped the complimentary detergent powder, and started the cycle. “Phew…” rubbing her belly instinctively while her burning lungs recovered. “...how is walking this bad?” Hobbling around, Ava’s attention drew to the vials on the table, painstakingly lumbering to it. The obese blonde picked up the ‘Dreams’ vial, and inspected it, recalling the instructions.“Psh, why would I want to keep this?” she slapped her fat belly. However, no amount of convincing could stop her darkest thoughts fighting back. Like a devil floating above her shoulder, her body signaled satisfaction and content. Ava belly drummed jokingly, which swiftly turned into entertainment. “What a nice sound I can make with my tummy,” cutely chuckling aloud. But pressure within her was building, Ava soon realized it. “Oh-Oh no…” She seeked the bathroom within the bed chambers. Shifting her cumbersome legs and lumbering around the dining table, her bouncing hips rubbed against the door frame once more, dangerously almost getting caught.The urgency increased, she was almost on the brink of letting it go. Ava widened her gait in desperation and screamed, “Oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh-oh-my-gosh!” Entering the tiny bathroom, she turned on the light and collapsed her expansive ass onto the toilet seat, plastic groaning from the weight. The bulbous woman’s thighs and ass spilled over the seat as if it was a tiny stool. She shifted her rear to ensure her privates lined up properly then released, closing her eyes in satisfaction. “Ahh….thank god,” she said aloud. A dizzying sensation forced her eyes open, “I’m skinny again?!” Ava felt ribs and collarbone on her svelte figure. “It’s like I hadn’t gained a single pound…” The skin remained tight and firm, very little to no fat when pinched. She naturally gravitated to her tiny breasts with much less to grab. Inspecting lower her prior actions were evident by the trace remnants of bodily fluid around her inner thighs and privates. Ashamed, Ava cleaned and dried it. Once finished she turned to flush, but stopped after witnessing an alarming sight. The blonde stared in complete disbelief, flushing down a vibrant purple liquid. Despite the all too real experience of being over five times her original weight, she couldn’t believe that ‘Sweet Dreams’ actually worked.Heaving a heavy sigh, she washed her hands whilst checking her facial features. Large blue oval eyes studied every detail, the young woman assured she was back to normal. Bed-head evident, she grabbed a brush to remedy it. In that moment she saw a flash of the elephantine version of her. Blinking hard dissipated the hallucination. Scratching it as a coincidence, Ava completed her grooming and departed from the bathroom.The twenty-three-year old strutted directly to a clothes drawer to rectify her immodesty. At that time, she finally checked the alarm clock at the bedside. “Eight in the morning!? How long did I actually sleep? Over twelve hours?” she spoke within. Now clothed, Ava turned her focus on the toy spewn on the floor. As she knelt for it, the girl flashed back to the moment she turned it on. The intense visualization caused her crotch to twitch with lust. Aware of the memory, she repressed it and backtracked to the bathroom to clean it and put it away.Back in the bedroom, the underweight lady approached the scale by the mirror. Before stepping on, she took one last look at herself brandishing an unsure smile. “It’s me… the real me…” Ava recited. The baby blue nightgown hugged her, posing with one arm on her hip. “...of course.” Ava bent her head down seeing her pedicured feet and scale. With conviction, she planted onto it’s metal surface. The display read 111 and Ava cleared the tense air in her lungs. Her toe accidentally slid and activated the history button, revealing the prior weight of 403 pounds, surprising her. A swaying motion from the mirror alarmed her. ‘Stop it! Stop it!” she cried, witnessing herself at that size in the reflection. Ava jumped off the scale and out of the mirror’s view. “There’s something wrong with me… I can’t-no!” The twenty-three-year-old knew what her visions were suggesting. Hoping to relieve her mind, she returned the scale to the bathroom and stepped outside to the oceanfront balcony.
  2. Content disclaimer: This story features expicit sexual themes like masturbation and sex. There are elements of body transformation in weight, size, shape. Extreme weight gain, gluttony, feeding, stuckage, and immobility are also featured. --- With 'Sweet Dreams' the body of your ultimate desires can come true. Enter Ava, a young woman who believed in the mysterious drug. Follow her story as her mind and waistline transforms, meeting friends and love on the way. --- Author's Note: Hello! This is my first story here on this site. However I have written other WG fics on others like Fantasy Feeder/Deviant Art. This version shared on site will have story additions, and grammar improvements. I will be updating more chapters in the future. Feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! --- Sweet Dreams By iam18iswear Chapter One - Ava's First Taste Ava dropped her suitcase and heaved a satisfied sigh. The blonde-haired, twenty-three-year-old, began her vacation at Valaris Beach. However, warm weather and relaxation isn’t the only reason she drove for ten hours, and across multiple states. The youthful woman rolled her belongings into the suite’s bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaits. Lifting the suitcase onto the bed, she extracted her belongings and stowed them away in a wardrobe. Her blue eyes glimpsed the sliding glass door in the room with a captivating beach view. Opening and stepping through, her pale white skin tingles from the cool ocean breeze. The sun’s evening rays soothed her tired body after a lengthy day’s worth of driving. Satisfied, she returned to the bedroom and finished putting away her clothes. Once settled in the suite, Ava turned her attention to a brown paper bag she placed on the kitchen table. “So, this is it. Sweet Dreams, the medicine that will make the body of your deepest desires to come true,” Ava spoke aloud and chuckled. Online, Sweet Dreams seemed to be a product of fantasy. The young woman had heard of it from viral photos and videos. To the public, not many believed in its transformative properties. Ava on the other hand, felt the urge to find out herself. Upon close research, she discovered the handful of locations in the country where Sweet Dreams could be purchased. Thus leading her to a small coastal city in Florida, Valaris Beach. Ava dumped the bag’s contents, revealing two vials and a piece of paper. Curious, she read the paper out loud, “Sweet Dreams, by Eicorp. Sweet Dreams is an experimental beauty product created from the mind of Joseph Newman. If you’re reading this, you are one of a hundred who have received this product. Congratulations! Dreams can come true with this sweet serum! Eicorp is not legally responsible for any unwanted side effects Sweet Dreams may or may not cause.” The blonde impatiently skimmed through paragraphs of text to reach the directions page, citing aloud, “Directions: Take one cup of water, and mix one milliliter of ‘sweet’.” She looked at the two vials, one blue, one yellow. The blue vial labeled ‘sweet’, while the other, ‘Dreams’. Continuing, “After mixing, remove all articles of clothing as bodily changes can cause injury. Then in a seated position, drink the solution. Changes to the body will happen around one minute after consumption. Continue creating and consuming the mixture until acquiring desired body. The changes that ‘Sweet’ has made will remain until the first urination cycle. We do not recommend it to keep fluids to preserve dream form, as it can cause kidney damage.” “Oh, that’s not good,” Ava said to herself. “To preserve your dream body, mix one milliliter of ‘Dream’ into a cup of water. Doing so will safely preserve your body for twenty-four hours. Five milliliters will preserve for one week, and for permanent effects, ten milliliters will solidify the change forever. We are not responsible for accidental/misuse consumption of ‘Dreams’”. “Interesting, so I can keep what I like?” she coyly thought. “Eicorp recommends the consumer to drink ‘Sweet’ one cup/milliliter at a time to fine tune bodily desires. Then use the ‘Dreams’ vial to test out living in the new body long term. Then, if satisfied, make it permanent. WARNING: Vials are concentrated, and misuse can cause permanent disfigurement, or death.” “Gotcha,” her eyes stared at the ‘Sweet’ vial, the top included a one milliliter dropper. Grabbing a glass of water, Ava returned to the table. “Here goes nothing,” the pale-skinned girl sarcastically commented, mixing the blue vial contents as directed. In her hands, the water faded into a light blue color showing the mixture was successful. She prepared five glasses of ‘Sweet Water’ and headed to the bedroom. Following directions, she unclothed herself completely. The skinny blonde haired, blue-eyed woman peered at herself in the mirror with bare flesh exposed to air. Her eyes fluttered between the mirror and mixed drinks. She inspected her appearance, poking and prodding her underweight frame. In her mind, men probably desired a small woman like her. Ava didn’t care about what they thought, rather she was insecure about her own flesh. Seeing her svelte frame served as a reminder of how little she ate, flashing back to the last dinner with her close friend and neighbor, Marcy. Ava recalled asking her, “Why do you not care about being so big? Don’t people find large girls unattractive?” In a proud demonstration Marcy answered, “Girl at my size you have more to show. I got over three hundred pounds of me for people to see. So instead of being embarrassed, I stand confident and proud showing off my curves. Guys will always fall for a woman who embraces inner beauty and self.” Ava knew she spoke the truth, recalling the many dating stories Marcy told. During their meals together Ava often gaze at her gorging on copious amounts of food with utmost joy. She wished to be the same, but eating a couple of bites made her full. Occasionally the vastly larger friend joked about her inability to finish a plate, something she could do twice over. "Embrace inner beauty and self…" the young lady whispered. "What if my true self isn't what I see in this mirror?" Ava looked at her flat belly and small hips, then to the petite backside. In her skin she always had a sense of vulnerability, leading to her feeling skittish and shy. The twenty-three-year-old yearned to be the opposite - confident and proud just like her bestie. She pulled her attention to the five glasses. "Can dreams come true?" picking up the first glass. "Guess I'll find out." The blonde threw caution and gulped down the first glass of ‘Sweet Water’. Ava's blue eyes scanned for changes, waiting for the sixty seconds to pass. A warm vibration enveloped her. She clutched her rear like an earthquake was striking. Slowly her body swelled, each limb widening and thickening. Ava’s attention focused at the belly and hips, rising akin to yeast. “I’m-I’m thicker!” the women’s blue eyes peered to the mirror and herself. She poked her gut as it stuck out above her privates. Spinning around, she realized her thighs nearly clung to each other. The gap between many women desired disappeared. Fat enveloped her torso with creases and love handles forming on the sides. Ava looked at her butt, now larger to match the increased size of the lower body. The changes thrilled the lady, but wasn’t satisfactory as her bust did not grow. She gulped down another glass to remedy that. Ava writhed, the fat compounding made the earthquake sensation more tender and sensitive. At the mirror, she realized a very overweight woman reflected back. Her paunch folded over and on the groin, projecting further than before. Ava’s arms rested on the sides, contacting her wide hips and love handles. She then raised her arms, grazing over the rolls folding into her back. Looking down, her breasts were marginally bigger. The fat lady shook her head in disappointment. Ava's ass more than compensated, jutting as much as her belly . Turning to see a side profile, she almost tripped over her large thighs, not used to its girth. Curious about her weight she sought the bathroom for a scale. Her bubble-butt and legs bounced and rubbed each other with each step. Back at the mirror the heavy woman placed the scale on the floor and stepped on it. “238” Ava whispered, in awe at her additional weight. “Last time I was 110....” the lady added, cooing at her bulk. She stepped around watching the slight quivers her body created, appreciating the comfort from the additional insulation. For once she was delighted in her own skin. But with one look at her small breasts and pear-shaped frame, she grabbed another glass and chugged it. Ava shut her eyes in meditation, desiring a more evenly distributed body. The vibration sensation following became pure pleasure to the now obese woman. She smothered her arms on her body as they grew thicker. Ava adjusted her posture to compensate for the new girth, stepping wider to accommodate her widening legs. A foreign sensation came upon her chest, two mounds filled her hands completely. Releasing the mammaries flopped them onto her belly and separated from each other. The woman then immediately stepped onto the scale, leaning over her newly formed breasts and pulling her belly back to see the results. “302. My god, I’m as big as Marcy…” Ava gazed at herself embarrassingly, returning her posture to normal. She then noticed something strange. The mirror appeared to be lower. Or did she grow taller? The thought cut off by how rounded her face had become. Tilting the head downwards created a pronounced double chin. "I look pretty cute," Ava giggled. She brushed her left arm accidentally on the belly, not used to the increased space it occupied. It protruded out further than before, completely covering her vagina. A pair of folds deeply sliced the sides atop the belly - her hands couldn’t get enough of. Looking directly down filled Ava with excitement at her now grapefruit sized breasts. She fondled them and reveled at how sensitive her nipples had become. The obese blonde couldn’t see her feet no more even if she tried. Ava’s thigh resting belly prevented such prospects. Looking at the mirror, she stepped in place watching her fat jiggle and bounce. Turning aside, her rear somehow even increased in volume. Ava smacked and clutched it, enjoying the tickling pleasure it provided. The morbidly obese girl stopped to ponder for a moment, “I-I like being fat?” whispering while patting her belly. “I’ve never thought or imagined that this would feel…good?” Blue eyes gazed into the mirror at her hanging belly, lifting it up to reveal her fupa. Without thinking, her left hand touched her groomed vagina, cooing at the tender shaven skin. Ava couldn’t comprehend the sensual feelings such a simple action provided, other than ‘it felt amazing’. Mouth agape, she inserted her hand into the thicker, larger pussy, immediately reveling in sparks of pleasure. “Oh…” Ava sensually moaned said whilst smothering her hand teasingly on her fupa and vagina. She discovered, with the increased volume of skin, meant more sensitivity. Continuing, her belly quivered from her thick arm moving it up and down, always maintaining contact. Moaning and groaning, Ava turned her body around to see her titanic ass bouncing in rhythm. The sight of it made her rub even more vigorously. “I-I must be bigger! More!” In a horny frenzy, she picked up another glass and gulped without an afterthought. As Ava masturbated vigorously, the effects of the water kicked in. “Ooh, Oh…” moaning in pure ecstasy while her body swelled even further. Her massive gut enveloped the masturbating arm, quaking even more vigorously as it pushed and extended further. The blue-eyed blonde watched as her boobs, belly, arms, and ass increased in mass, sending her into even further carnal bliss. Her moans progressively got louder as her off-hand groped every expanding part of her body. “Don’t stop, please!” the bodily change stopped, leaving the turned on woman disappointed. Ava hobbled onto the scale, but her eyes caught wind of the last glass she prepared. The morbidly obese woman grabbed the glass and waddled torwards the bed. She struggled to bend over and reach her suitcase, where her bullet vibrator from the luggage. Out of breath, Ava dropped her gigantic ass on the bed and almost spilled the water. The obese woman gulped it down and inserted the now proportionally tiny vibrator in herself, turning it on. Her sexual heat reached to further heights with a combination of water and vibrator. Ava shook and clapped her tree-trunk legs with the rhythmic vibration, causing a chain reaction for more pleasure. “Oh… Oh! Oh!” she screamed and came, collapsing backwards onto the bed. The morbidly obese girl fell into a coma not soon after, exhausted from pleasure and exertion.
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