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******************************************************* CHAPTER 5 ******************************************************* It's now the next morning. The big day. Sam makes sure to wake up bright and early, wanting to get her fill of a nice, large, hearty breakfast before all the tourists show up and she has to share with them. From chicken tenders to pancakes to tacos to candy to giant donuts, Sam makes sure to get her fill of tasty food, indulging her ravenous, gluttonous appetite. Both Flint and Sam are excited about the grand opening. As are the millions of tourists that arrive via cruise ships, amazed by the amazing array of tasty food before them. Sam, wanting to get ready, quickly heads to the weather van. She tries to get in from the back door, and immediately gets stuck. It would appear she's now wider than the van itself (much, MUCH wider). "Ugh, stupid door!" she exclaims, fruitlessly trying to squeeze her giant frame through. Eventually, she gives up on trying to enter the van, and instead angles herself so she can reach her hand inside and grab her stuff. Right before she walks off to get dressed, she notices something that looks like a laptop on the table. It has a sticky note on it. She stretches her arm out and grabs the item. The note reads: "For Sam You'll do great today ♡ Flint" She smiles, and after removing the note, she gasps. It's a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo. With a wide smile on her face, she prepares to open it. But before she can, "We're on in 5 minutes," Manny (her camera man) says from the front seat. "O-oh, right..." Sam quickly stashes away the gift safely between her plump breasts, then gets ready for her report. When they have everything set up, Manny is surprised by what he sees. Even though, by now, he's used to Sam putting on weight between reports, he hasn't seen her since the ice cream report 2 days ago, and she's clearly gotten really, REALLY big since then. This is impressive, even for her. The short camera man has to make himself a tall, makeshift platform to stand atop to avoid having to angle the camera too far up. It doesn't work. "Sam, could you please back up?" he asks, Sam's belly currently filling up 90% of the shot. After she walks backwards and Manny tilts the camera way far up, he finally manages to get a somewhat decent shot. "Hello, world! I'm Sam Sparks!" she says, holding a large ice cream cone in each hand, which only makes the giddy weather girl look even more adorable, "[NOM] I'm here at the exciting grand opening of Chewandswallow! As many of you know, I've been broadcasting here pretty much every day, showcasing all the exciting, delicious food weather this town has to offer! And this is what it's all been building up to! Millions of people from all over the world have come over to see this AMAZING tourist destination in all its DELICIOUS glory!" As she delivers the next part of the report, she's seen wearing an extremely giddy smile, her excitement so prominent that she's seen lightly jumping up and down as she speaks, "And now, we see the mayor delivering his speech and announcing the grand opening of Chewandswallow. Except why's the mayor not there? Except oh wait, that's right, the mayor asked me, yes ME, to make the grand announcement instead!! Wish me luck! EEEEEEE!" she exclaims giddily, sprinting towards the podium, her hands now empty and her every footstep creating a loud thud. She quickly wipes the ice cream off her face and changes the connection on her ear/mouthpiece. "Welcome, tourists, to Chewandswallow!" she proudly announces with her signature cute, high-pitched voice. "That is one big weather girl," says a French man in the audience. The plump reporter continues, "Delight in our nacho cheese hot springs! Let your kids indulge their sweet tooth in our candy-filled kid zone! And, when the fun is done, gaze upon the sunset cresting over mount leftovers! From which we're protected by a dam the mayor guarantees to be indestructible! We've got people from all over the world, from as far as China, to West Virgin---[GASP] FLINT!" She exclaims as she sees Flint heading towards the backstage, "Erm, sorry folks, I'll be right back" She quickly turns off her mouthpiece and rushes over to follow Flint backstage. "FLINT!" she exclaims, excitedly picking him up (having to roll forward on her belly to reach him, which at this point is a motion she's gotten used to). He blushes as his gigantic, gorgeous girlfriend hugs him so hard that his head is practically buried in her fat breasts. "Flint! You look so handsome! You really clean up well!" she says, looking down at the young inventor, causing him to blush. His usually messy hair is slicked back and straightened, and his usual lab coat, T shirt, and jeans has been replaced with a presentable tuxedo. "Did you see the present I got you?" Flint asks, his voice partially muffled by her huge breasts. "YES!!! I can't believe you got that for me!" she says, pulling out the Doppler weather radar from between her expansive bosom, "This is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me ever!" she exclaims, pulling him even tighter into the hug. "What about the giant jello castle?" Flint asks hoarsely as his ribs are nearly crushed by this gigantic woman. "The second sweetest thing!" Sam corrects herself, smiling down at him. "Have you tried it out yet?" he asks weakly. She gasps, "I HAVEN'T! I got so caught up with the report I forgot to try it out! Here, let me use it right now!" After letting go of Flint, Sam eagerly opens the device, turns it on, calibrates it, and the machine starts ominously beeping. Sam's joyous smile fades to a concerned frown. "So, Sam, what do you think?" "Um...F-Flint, are you...a-are you sure this works properly? I-I mean, w-where'd you get it from?" she asks nervously, her face a deep shade of worried red. "I mean, I kinda already had one lying around, I wanted to surprise you with it! I guess I haven't used it in a while. Why, is something wrong?" "Um...k-kinda, it's giving me some...weird output..." "Well, it IS over 10 years old. How about after all this, we take a look and run some diagnostics?" Flint offers. "Um...y-yeah, you're right, it's probably just acting up." she says, brushing a strand of hair to behind her ear. She closes the lid and stows it back between her breasts, then takes a deep breath, "Yeah, everything's gonna be fine!" She reassures herself. The red hue on her cheeks reverts back to normal, and her cheerful smile returns. "Yeah, so hey, how've you been?" Sam asks, smiling cutely down at her comparatively tiny boyfriend, who stands at less than half her height. Flint chuckles, "Um...Sam, don't you have a...*grand opening* to announce?" "OH! Right! Duh!" she says, slapping her forehead, "Sorry, I just reeeeally wanted to see you again!" Flint chuckles again, "You'll see me in a few minutes! C'mon, now's your time to shine!" Sam blushes, then after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek (once again having to roll onto her stomach to reach him), she heads back, turns back on her mouthpiece, and continues her speech. "And now, without further ado, our town's hero, and my BOYFRIEND, Flint Lockwood!" Sam exclaims, proudly. Flint then runs out from behind the thin curtains they placed on the stage, which is quickly met with applause from the audience. "Here ya go, Flint!" Sam exclaims, handing him the golden, comically large, ceremonial ribbon-cutting scissors. Just then, a chubby, blonde guy in the audience starts loudly whining, "THAT SHOULD BE ME! I SHOULD BE CUTTING THE RIBBON!" "Um...who are you again?" Sam asks, confused. "I'M BABY BRENT! UH OH!" He says, ripping off his clothes and stripping down to his underwear. He then runs away crying and screaming "WHO AM I???" "Um....okay..." Sam says, still confused, "Anyway, Flint, why don't you do the honors?" she says, smiling down at him, squeezing her breasts together ever so slightly. Flint smiles, blushing. He hears the cheers of the audience, them cheering "Lockwood! Lockwood! Lockwood!". Finally, he takes a deep breath and cuts the ribbon. The crowd's cheers become even louder and more excited. Sam eagerly picks up Flint (him accidentally dropping the scissors in the process), pulls him close, kisses him on the cheek and exclaims "Chewandswallow is now officially open! Bon appetite!" The crowd eagerly rushes in, ready to enjoy what Chewandswallow has to offer. "AAAAAH!" Sam exclaims giddily, "Flint! This is the best day ever!" She starts excitedly jumping up and down, which quickly results in the extremely heavy weather girl falling through the floor of the small wooden stage. "Hehe, oopsies," she giggles, quickly brushing it off, "Anyways, Flint, I'm honestly feeling pretty hungry. I'll be right back, you watch over the place, m'kay?" "Um...I...I don't know if I can--" he starts, before Sam quickly gives him a kiss on the lips. "Um...y-yeah, I'll watch over the place! Hurry back!" he says. Sam lets him go, then climbs out of the ** hole she left in the stage, and runs off, using her large heft to squeeze her way through the crowd. Pretty soon, though, things go awry. The pasta rain arrives. Except it's not rain, it's a storm. A spaghetti tornado. Flint soon realizes that his original fears were justified, and rushes to his lab as quickly as he can to shut off his machine before things get any worse. When he gets inside, though, he's surprised to see Sam Sparks there, keyboard resting atop her gargantuan gut, licking her lips as she types into the food ordering machine. "OHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?" Flint asks. "I've been up here ordering dinner for the last ten minutes!" she responds, cheerily, "Why is something going on?" she asks, gobbling up a large donut and a huge chicken leg. "WE'VE GOTTA STOP THE MACHINE!" Flint exclaims, trying to reach the computer past his girlfriend's titanic tummy. "Flint! Stop it! You're tickling me!" Sam giggles. "EVERYONE'S IN DANGER BECAUSE OF MEEE!" Flint exclaims. Just then, similar to someone being tickled accidentally slapping away the hand that tickles them, Sam reflexively smacks Flint away with her ginormous belly, flinging him across the room. "[GASP!] FLINT!" Sam shouts, worriedly. She quickly presses the enter key (confirming the order) and sprints over to her boyfriend to make sure he's alright, "Flint, are you okay?! I'm SOOOO sorry!" Flint quickly gets up and urgently runs back to the machine. He picks up the fallen keyboard and begins entering the kill code, hoping to stop the machine before it spits out any more food. Just as he's about to finish entering the kill code, Sam grabs him from behind. "SURPRISE HUG!" she exclaims, pulling him into a soft, loving, pillowy hug and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sam!! What are you doing!" Flint exclaims, eyes wide. "I wanted to make sure you were okay! You're not hurt at all, right?" His face turns slightly red, "I-I'm fine, Sam. Look, this is an emergency, I need to shut off the machine!" "WHAT?!" Sam exclaims, suddenly terrified at the thought of no more tasty food rain, "W-why would you do something so terrible?!!!" "Sam! You don't understand! The food, it's too big, it--" "Fliiiint!" she whines, a frustrated look on her face, "We already discussed this yesterday! Everyone loves the bigger, tastier food!" she says, her loving embrace now a forceful restraint as she backs away from the computer. "But Sam, [RRRGH] I don't have time to explain! I need to get to the computer now!" He exclaims, struggling to escape the tight embrace of her fat arms. "Flint! You're being hysterical! You're acting out of fear and anxiety that something's gonna go wrong, instead of just enjoying the moment! You're gonna ruin everything for both of us!" "No! Sam! You need to listen to me! You need to [RRRGH] let me go!" "No! I'm not letting you go until you calm down! I won't let my boyfriend make hasty decisions during a panic attack!" Flint summons all his strength, trying to escape the embrace and lunge towards the computer, but she quickly pulls him back and turns away from the computer. In the process, though, she accidentally slaps the satellite communicator with her gargantuan ass, completely destroying it in the process. "...oops..." she says, embarrassed. "...that was the only way to communicate with the machine..." Flint says, still trying to process the situation. "WHAT?!" Sam shouts, dropping Flint and placing her hands on her cheeks, "Y-you mean...we can't order any more tasty treats?" she asks, worriedly. "Sam! That's the least of our worries! There's a giant spaghetti tornado outside attacking the town! The food has become so over-mutated it's now causing extreme weather phenomena!" "WHAT?!? Why didn't you tell me!!!" "I tried to! Why did you think I was freaking out?" "I thought you were having a meltdown! Which is understandable, you're under a lot of pressure, I am too! I just wanted to help you calm down! Wait...oh no, THE RADAR!" She quickly pulls out her Doppler radar from between her breasts, then opens it. "AAH! It's just like the radar predicted!" "What?? The radar predicted a storm? Why didn't you tell me?!" Flint asks, looking up at her with seriousness on his face. "I thought it was just malfunctioning! You said that was probably what was happening, I took your word for it!...Wait...something's not right, it looks like there's another, bigger storm coming in..." she looks over to the computer, "OH NO, what have I done?!" "What do you mean 'what have you done'?......Sam, what did you order?!" The giant, gluttonous reporter says nothing, too embarrassed to speak. "Sam...what did you order??" Flint asks again, this time much more concerned. "....A Vegas-style all you can eat buffet..." she replies, timidly.

In Chapter 2, I said "triple digits". I meant to say "quadruple digits". It won't let me edit that, though.

******************************************************* CHAPTER 4 ******************************************************* Flint lays on Sam's enormous belly. They're both still trying to catch their breaths. And they're both naked. "God, that was good!" Flint exclaims, looking up at the jello ceiling while his body is partially buried in Sam's fat. "Yeah...I haven't done that in a while. Was it your first time?" "Yeah...You?" She giggles, "Second...First was in college..." They both smile. Flint sinks deeper into Sam's belly fat, and Sam sinks deeper into the jello. She wraps her meaty arms around Flint, and they spend the next 10 minutes laying there, content. "God, today has just been perfect..." Sam says. "It has," Flint agrees. "You know the one thing that would make it even more perfect?" Sam asks. "What?" "Some dinner! And I know just the place!" "But you just ate a ridiculous amount of jello!" Flint says, chuckling. Then, without saying anything, Sam's stomach grumbles loudly. Flint can feel it under him. He chuckles again, then they both put their clothes back on (Flint actually having to help Sam put her pants back on, what with her belly literally too big for her to reach past), and they both go to the restaurant together, with Sam leading the way. Finally, they arrive at a restaurant, the sign saying "The Roofless". There's a spoiled, chubby man at the front of the line, complaining to the bouncer that he should be on the list and should be allowed in. "Hey Brian!" Sam waves to the bouncer, grunting cutely as she tries to squeeze her massive body through the door. "Um...may I help you?" the bouncer asks, confused and struggling to hide surprise at the giant woman before him. She giggles, "It's me! Sam Sparks!" His eyes widen further, "Um...right, here, let me take you to another door. Oh, and Flint, you can go on in." The whiny fat man complains, "WHAT? YOU'RE LETTING THAT GUY IN? THAT GUY'S A NERD!" Flint walks in through the front door, while the bouncer takes Sam to the much bigger delivery door in the back. They both arrive at their table. Flint takes a seat, while Sam pushes her seat out of the way and sits on the floor, her massive butt filling the space from this table to the table behind it (causing the patrons behind her to switch tables), and filling the walkways to the left and right. Despite Flint sitting in a chair and Sam sitting on the ground, she's STILL taller than him. She can't reach the table past her belly, but that's okay, she just waits for some steak to land on her belly and starts digging in. "Kinda cool, right? There's no roof, so the food just falls onto the table." Sam says, through a mouthful of steak. "Y-Yeah, I know, I was a part of the project." "Oh, duh," she says, giggling, "Well, honestly, it's kinda dumb, though. I mean, the food was already falling from the sky, you're just paying to sit down and eat it." "Eh, I think maybe you're just paying for the atmosphere? I mean, it is kind of a nice place," Flint says, as he watches the hungry woman begin eating her second steak. Already, a third steak has fallen on her belly, causing it to jiggle heavily. Sam replies, "Well, yeah, but like, the flimimicher--" "FLDSMDFR" he corrects her. "The whatever, it basically produces an infinite resource [NOM]. And they're basically paying you to make it artificially scarce by having it only rain steaks over this exact restaurant." He chuckles, "I dunno, I guess it's probably best not to think about it too much. Also, if you don't like it, why'd you ask to come here?" "Well, first of all, I didn't ask you to come here, I made you come here," she says, giggling, "second of all, I just reeeeeally wanted steak!" "...That I can see." he says, watching her devour her third steak while 2 very large steaks fall on her belly, causing it to jiggle again. "God, thish ish sho good!" she giggles, swallowing the rest of her current steak and grabbing one off her belly, "So tender, so juicy, [NOM]...sho big...and meaty..." Sam is currently staring at Flint with a smile on her chubby face, all the other patrons are staring at Sam in all her enormity, and Flint is staring at the huge steak on her belly. Not even at her belly, this humongous orb of fat which may very well weigh more than any human ever has. No, he's looking at the steak. Something about it doesn't seem right. "Hey, Flint," she says, diverting his attention, "Are you excited for tomorrow?" she asks with a smile. He looks back up at her eyes, "Oh, yeah. Right. I'm, er, supposed to cut the ribbon tomorrow! At that one...ceremony." he says, his attention still not all the way there yet. She giggles, "The grand opening of Chewandswallow as an international tourist destination! And guess what? I got some special news for you!" He cocks an eyebrow. She continues, "Mayor Shelbourne said he was coming down with strep throat, so he called me and asked me to be the announcer in that ceremony!" "Oh...oh my god, that's great!" "Yup! He said I was the 3rd most famous resident here, with you being #2 and him being #1...I think he has a bit of an ego. Anyways, since you were already cutting the ribbon, he handpicked me to be the one to announce the grand opening! Needless to say, I accepted!" He smiles, "That's amazing! I'm so happy for y--" Just then, a large steak lands on the table right in front of Flint. And it's now he realizes he's definitely not imagining things. Now that he sees the size of the steak relative to himself, he realizes the steaks are way bigger than he programmed them to be. Sam continues, oblivious to Flint's faltered attention, "Thanks, Flint! This is gonna be so good for my career! Eeeeeee!" she exclaims excitedly, "Hey, by the way, are you gonna eat that steak?" she asks hungrily. "Oh, no, you can have it," he says, first pulling off a sample and putting it in his coat pocket, then (struggling) picks up the heavy steak and sets it down on Sam's belly. She holds out her arms, but can't reach the piece of meat, "[RRGH] Flint, could you maybe move it a little closer?" He climbs up on the table and pushes the steak closer to her arms so she can grab it. "Ahh, thanks." "Um...hey, Sam, so, this is a little awkward, but...I kinda need to...um...head to the lab and run some important tests." She giggles, "That's fine! You do what you need to do!" "Y-you don't mind?" "Of course not! If you need me, I'll be here, getting my fill of these DELICIOUS steaks!" "Okay....um...did you...wanna hug right before we go?" he asks nervously. She giggles, then stands to her feet, reminding Flint of just how much she towers over him. She then backs up a bit, then falls forward onto her belly, picks up Flint, and pulls him into a tight hug. A very tight hug. Most of his body is practically buried between her lush breasts, and held in place by her fat, fat arms. A smile spreads across his face as he enjoys her softness. After they release from the hug, Flint heads to his lab, and Sam goes back to hungrily eating the bountiful steak. On his way home, Flint notices the surrounding hot dog rain, and just how monstrously huge said hot dogs are. "AAAAH!" Flint exclaims, as a humongous hot dog, one bigger than Flint's entire body, plops down in front of him, "These are big hot dogs...". Struggling, he carries the huge hot dog with him to the lab. He puts the small piece of steak under a microscope and puts the hot dog through a scanner. And both analyses come up with the same results. "No! No! No!....I mean...it isn't that bad, is it Steve?" His monkey, Steve, while sitting on the hot dog, turns to Flint with a face covered in mustard, "YELLOW!" "You're right, Steve! The dangometer IS in the yellow! I don't know what to do..." "I do..." says a cute, feminine voice from in the shadows. Just then, the lovely Sam Sparks emerges, holding a giant hot dog, topped not only with ketchup and mustard, but also with 11 ice cream scoops, 3 donuts, and a slice of pizza. She giddily finishes her sentence, "...declare these hot dogs to be delicious!" "WHOA!!!" exclaims Steve, who hadn't yet seen Sam this big (or anyone this big, for that matter). "How did you get in here?" Flint asks in shock as Sam walks closer to him, the ground shaking with her every step. "Through the elevator, silly!" she says, chuckling. "......How?" He asks, struggling to imagine how she could fit her enormous body into the entrance to the elevator, let alone the elevator itself. Giggling, she walks closer to him, a twinkle in her eyes as she smiles down at him, "Tomorrow's the big day, Flint. The entire town's fate is resting on your scrumptuous food-weather! I'm thinking pasta, some light apps? I know you won't let us down..." she says, snacking on the ice cream scoops on her hot dog. "Well...Sam, I-I think there's something you should see..." "Hmm?" she asks cutely, her mouth full of ice cream. "Well, as I said before, this machine works by mutating the genetic code of water into that of the food you want." "Wait, water doesn't have genetic code...It's water." she replies. "Doesn't matter. What I neglected to mention was this dangometer over here," he points to a dial on one of his machines, "See, over time, the food becomes more and more mutated. This dangometer is supposed to measure how much the food is mutated. At first, it was green, but now it's in the yellow, and soon, it'll be in the red. The food has become way too over-mutated," he turns to Sam, "I think that's why the food has gotten bigger." Sam thinks for a bit, "Well yeah, but like, what's wrong with the food being bigger? Bigger is better! Everyone's gonna love these new portion sizes!" Sam then proceeds to swallow her entire giant hot dog whole. She doesn't even chew, she just slides it down her throat, swallows, then smiles down at the clearly awestruck Flint, "I know I do..." Flint's jaw drops, and his pants suddenly feel very tight. After quite a while, Flint manages to regain his composure, "I...I dunno, Sam. The machine wasn't meant to handle this kind of load. The results of this new, overmutated food would be completely unpredictable, potentially dangerous, even. I....I think I need to shut down the machine for a few days. Turn it back on when everything's right." Sam's eyes widen in shock, "W-what? You're turning it off?!?" "I'm sorry, I think I have to," he says, slowly walking over to the computer. The thought of no food causes Sam's belly to suddenly emit a very, very loud grumble, as if going into self-preservation mode, "N-no. NO! I WON'T LET YOU!" she exclaims, sprinting to the computer, her massive body jiggling in the process, her gigantic posterior knocking over several contraptions and almost accidentally knocking over Flint. She holds her arms out to the sides and stands in front of the computer, her gargantuan body blocking Flint from reaching it. "Sam, what are you doing?!" He asks, trying and failing to reach past her vast sea of fat. "I can't let you do it! I can't let you turn off the machine!" "W-why not?" "Because...um..." Sam thinks for a moment, trying desperately to convince both Flint and herself that she's not doing this solely out of gluttony and greed, "Because...because the town depends on that machine! I mean, think about it, what happens if all those people show up tomorrow and are greeted by empty skies? Even when you do get the machine working again, nobody will believe you! The town will lose its one and only chance to become a hit, successful tourist attraction, all my credibility as a reporter will be lost, and the town will go back to having sardines as it's only source of income! It'll basically be worse off than it was before!" "Wha....but I mean, we don't know what the foo--" "Exactly, we DON'T KNOW what'll happen if we leave the flimamager on, but we DO know what'll happen if we turn it off, and it's not good." He ponders for a second. She continues, now calmer and with her arms down, "Look, I know you're probably nervous about tomorrow, but it's ok. You'll do great, I know it. All you gotta do is cut that ribbon and the town will be saved. Just think about it, think about what it'll do for us! For you, for me, the town. Chewandswallow will become a thriving tourist destination! You and I will make so much money from brand deals and stuff, you could even make a bigger, more expensive lab! Think of all the good you could do for the world with some extra funding! You could even mass produce the flinstaphers and solve world hunger!" Just then, the obese weather girl's tummy rumbles again. "And speaking of hunger," she says, leaning as far forward as she can, her massive breasts hanging down at eye level with Flint, "I've really, REALLY enjoyed the food from your machine, Flint. I don't think I could go a day without it! And I'm soooo excited for the delicious, humongous food you're gonna have ready for me--er, for the town tomorrow. Listen to my stomach, I'm practically starving!......You don't want your girlfriend to starve...do you?" she asks, letting her breasts wiggle slightly in front of his face. "G-g-g-g....girlfriend?" he says, his face a bright red blush. She doesn't respond, she just looks down at him knowingly. After a while of him not responding, though, she speaks softly, "Pleeease don't turn the machine off Flint. Please please please please pleeeaaaase!" she says, squeezing her boobs together with her elbows. " ...o-o-okay, I'll keep the machine on," he says, smiling up at her. "REALLY?! Really really? Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she exclaims, jumping up and down excitedly, accidentally slapping him with her large stomach as it bounces up and down with her. He chuckles, "Alright, move out of the way so I can place the order, okay?" "Is it gonna be pasta?" "Anything you want!" "Yay! Oh, by the way, can I eat that giant hot dog you were scanning?" He chuckles again, "Sure thing!" he says, typing into the computer. Eagerly, she grabs the huge hot dog and gobbles it right up. She then walks up behind Flint, rolls forward onto her belly, and wraps her massive, meaty arms around his chest. "What are you doing?" he asks her, smiling while still typing. "Nothing," she says, before planting a kiss on his cheek. He can feel her enormous breasts pressing against his back, enveloping part of his torso. Right before he presses the big red button, he pauses, "S-Sam? A-are you sure about this?" he asks, nervously. "It's ok to be nervous Flint. I mean, it's understandable, I get that a lot of your inventions end up a disaster. But remember, I'm the one you hired to give you a second opinion on these things. And this right here isn't just a good idea, it may just be the best decision you ever made. You're the world's greatest inventor, Flint. All of this was made possible by you," she then pulls him in close, his head and torso now pressed so tight against her boobs, they're practically sandwiched in place, his entire field of view covered by nothing but her breasts. She continues, "and I'm gonna be so proud of you tomorrow when you cut that ribbon, save the town, and prove to everybody what a great inventor you are." He says something, but it comes out muffled. "Hmm?" she says, easing up on her embrace. "W-what if everything goes wrong?" he says again, this time nor muffled, "What if the mutated food---" "Babe, who cares? You're THE Flint Lockwood, the world's greatest inventor! If anything goes wrong, you can fix it." "Y-y-you think so?" "I know so..." she says, playfully walking her fingers across his chest. He thinks for a moment, then pushes the big red button, confirming the order. Smiling, Sam turns him around and pulls down his pants. The next day...

******************************************************* CHAPTER 3 ******************************************************* They both enter the jello mold, and the giant weather girl is amazed by what she sees. The entire mold has a cathedral-like interior made entirely of jello. There's 2 stories and a very high ceiling, a jello pool with a slide and a diving board, and a large set of stairs leading to a balcony. "Whoooa," Sam says in astonishment, "but...how did you...?" "Oh, I just made it rain jello in the middle of the night then I gathered it all up with the out-of-sighter before everyone woke up and then I brought it here and pressed it into a gigantic custom-carved plastic tupperware mold I made..." he says quickly, "...No big deal..." He then rushes over to a piano and starts playing it, "Everything’s made of jello! This piano, those sconces, that ghetto blaster, that jello, that aquarium, that sculpture, that pool, that other sculpture, everything! C'mon, Sam, what are you waiting for?" "Nothing!" Sam immediately responds with extreme excitement in her voice. She then starts excitedly jumping around the jello cathedral like a bounce house, each jump causing her voluptuous body to jiggle, wiggle, and bounce. "BOING! BOING! BOING! BOING!" she giddily exclaims. Everything on her that could jiggle does jiggle, from her gargantuan rear end to her adorable double chin. Flint found it difficult to ignore her plump breasts before, but with them jiggling around like they are now, there's pretty much no way he can look away. Though he would soon find his mind occupied with more pressing matters, because for each of Sam's surprisingly high jumps, a very noticeable ripple would form in the jello floor beneath her, similar to the ripples a pebble makes in a pond, but much bigger. And despite Flint being practically on the other side of the mold compared to Sam, each jump she takes causes him to inadvertently bounce up a little in the air. And as the morbidly obese reporter jumps closer and closer to the much smaller scientist, whose mass pretty much dwarves in comparison, his involuntary bounces become more and more pronounced. By the time she's right in front of him, each of her jumps sends Flint flying up to the ceiling. Very quickly, his train of thought has shifted from "Christ, those are some big boobs" to "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Isn't momentum fascinating? Lucky for Flint, there aren't any hard surfaces nearby. As she waits for him to finish falling, she walks forward a little, then as the crazy-haired inventor is about to land on her massive belly, she grabs and hugs him. "I can't believe you did this all for me!" Flint, still shaken up, doesn't respond. "I don't think anyone's ever done anything this nice for me before!!" she squeezes his head tighter against her big boobies, "I'm CERTAIN nobody's ever given me a present this BIG before! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" She jumps up and down repeating "thank you!", while Flint's body helplessly flops around atop something even bouncier than jello: Sam's fat. Her huge breasts bounce up and down, her huge arms jiggle all around, and Flints head gets buried deeper and deeper into both of them while she continues letting out her adorably high-pitched "thank you thank you thank you!"s. Despite everything, Flint was having the time of his life. Just then, her stomach lets out a loud grumble. "Oooh, Flint, everything here is edible, right?" She loosens her grip a bit so he can speak, "Yeah, why?" "Good! I'm STARVING!" She sets him down and runs up to the piano. She then reaches out her arms and tries to start shoveling pieces of it into her mouth, but can't with her huge gut in the way. She keeps trying to reach it, both the jello piano and her fat body jiggling around as she attempts to figure out a position such that her arms can reach it obstacle-free. She tries getting closer to the piano, but that just pushes her belly closer to it and pushes the malleable jello instrument farther away. She tries leaning over, but that just makes her gut stick out further and the same problem continues. Finally, after settling on a position that involves laying on her belly, she makes quick work of the piano and it's gone in under a minute. "Wow...you were REALLY hungry..." Flint comments. "What do you mean were?" she asks, promptly running up to the jello statues Flint made. And she makes quick work of them, too. Sam continues to enjoy herself. Constantly bouncing around, eating, bouncing around some more, eating some more, etc etc etc. "BOING! BOING! BOING!" she continues excitedly shouting. Flint soon retreats to the top of the staircase, trying to escape the influence of her massive jello quakes. Yet not long after, she sneaks up behind him, and pushes him down the stairs with her tremendous tummy. Lucky for him, said stairs are made of jello, so his fall was completely cushioned. But his luck soon runs out, as Sam loses her balance and falls down the stairs as well, landing smack on top of the poor scientist. She giggles, "Sorry, Flint, I meant to give you a surprise hug, but I guess I wasn't careful and knocked you down. If it's any consolation, I knocked myself down too, hehe." The adorably enormous weather girl gets up, and after several seconds, Flint follows suit. Somehow miraculously unharmed despite being crushed under a downright lethal amount of weight. He starts coughing. "Flint, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Oh, okay!" She then goes back to jumping around, eating, and unintentionally terrorizing Flint with her enormous body. All things considered, Flint was also enjoying himself (though not anywhere near as much as Sam was). He had to admit he enjoyed watching her excitedly eat her favorite snack, he definitely enjoyed watching the rampant jiggling of her fat...well, everything. But most of all, he enjoyed seeing her beaming smile the whole time. Almost every time he sees her, she's pretty happy, but he's never seen her this happy before. They've both been bouncing around and having fun for 4 hours. At this point, pretty much the entire interior has been consumed. The piano, the statues, the huge staircase, the pool slide, the pool chairs, the diving board, the ghetto blaster, the aquarium, even the pillars! Literally the only things left unconsumed are the walls, floors, and ceiling. "Hey Flint!" Sam calls to the very dizzy scientist, "come with me!" Sam has changed a LOT in the past 4 hours. She's now twice as tall as Flint, for one thing. And her previously well-fitting clothes are now terribly too small. Her boobs are pretty much exploding out of her cleavage line, which has become visibly torn in the middle. Her leggings have, again, split along the sides, causing her fat thigh flesh to spill out. And her belly is completely exposed. It's just a giant ball of warm, jiggling fat, with maybe a bit of shirt covering up the very top. To top it all off, her double chin has become adorably big, bulging out under her real chin and highlighting her chubby face. Her once concave neck (the shape most necks are) has been encased in so much fat it's now completely convex, and in the most adorable way possible. As requested, Flint walks up to the gargantuan weather girl. She holds out her arms to try to grab him, but again, her huge belly gets in the way. Flint reaches up and tries to grab her arms, but even that doesn't work! Her gut is just too big now, he can't reach past all that fat! Finally, Flint climbs up her belly and THEN she grabs him, wrapping her huge, meaty arms around his thin torso. She then, again, starts jumping up and down, up and down, taking bigger and bigger jumps each time, until eventually she has enough kinetic energy to jump up to the second floor. (Because in case you've forgotten, the stairs are gone) They then both sit together on the balcony, enjoying the sunset together. "God, this has just been the perfect day." Sam says, having to tilt her gaze down a lot just to look Flint in the eyes. At her original size, she actually would've had to look up just to meet his gaze. They were almost the exact same height, but since Sam's legs were (still are) so much longer than his, her torso was shorter, so sitting down, she would've been much shorter than him. But now, things couldn't be more different. With how tall she's gotten, and especially with how humongous her ass has gotten, she practically towers over him. Her butt even forms a ** dent in the jello beneath her. "It has," Flint agrees, leaning on Sam's comfy tummy. She smiles, "so, jello, right? I mean, it’s a solid, it’s a liquid, it’s a visco-elastic polymer made of polypeptide chains but you eat it!?" Flint chuckles nervously, "yeah, it's....pretty great..." "So, Flint, how long have you been doing sciencey stuff?" "Well, ever since I was little, I was obsessed with making inventions...They usually didn't work...Well I mean, they did, but they'd always have sort of unintended consequence. Except the flying car, that one just flat out didn't work." She giggles as he says that. He continues, "But like, these spray on shoes, those were one of my first inventions. But they don't come off, so I've been wearing them since I was a kid." "Well, it sounds like you just need someone to help you out and give a second opinion on these things. Someone with foresight, can point out things you didn't think about! Preferably...someone smart, someone who knows about science..." she flutters her eyelashes at him, "maybe a beautiful weather girl?" He once again develops that enchanted look on his face, the same one he had when he first met her, "Y-yeah....that'd be awesome..." She smiles cutely at him, "and if you ask me, the FIRST thing you should've done after making those shoes was working on a universal spray remover." Flint chuckles, "Y-yeah, in hindsight that probably would've been a good idea." She giggles, "See? I'm already coming in handy!" Flint chuckles again. "S-so what about you, Sam? How long have you been into science?" She giggles, "All my life! Since I was a little girl, I've been so fascinated by meteorology!" "Hmm...that's kinda odd...I mean not in a bad way, it's just--" "Yeah, most kids usually get into astronomy, or biology, or robotics, geology, even quantum mechanics (at least until they realize just how confusing it is). Not me, though, I was obsessed with the weather! All the other girls wanted a Barbie doll or one of their many accessories, but I wanted a Doppler Weather Radar 2000 Turbo!" "Did you ever get it?" "No, my parents said it was too expensive. So they got me a barbie doll instead!" she giggles, her double chin wobbling adorably in the process. "What about bullies? Didn't you have to deal with those?" "Ohhh yeah, big time. But like, only as a kid, not so much in high school. I guess people just get less shallow as you get older. Or maybe all the shallow people just find better things to do with their time." "I wish it was that way for me," Flint remarks, "I got bullied all throughout elementary, middle, and high school." "Aww, you poor thing!" she tries to hug him, but again, can't reach her arms far enough. "Maybe things would've been different if we'd gone to the same high school..." she says. "y-yeah?" "Yeah..." she says, smiling, "I could show you how to not get bullied." "A-And we'd both do science stuff together!" "We'd get into all sorts of wacky shenanigans" "I'd make inventions-" "-that'd actually work!" she adds, giggling. "We'd hang out, like, all the time! We'd have been best friends!" She bites her lip, "or...maybe a little bit more?" Flint becomes flushed, "m-more?" "Yeah. I mean, I went through a few boyfriends in high school, but they were all kinda wads. It would've been nice if I had just gotten it right the first time." Flint's face reddens even more. "What? You don't think that'd happen?" she asks, giggling. He struggles to respond, "I um, I mean yeah, you know, if we have the right chemistry, of course, cuz..." he trails off nervously. Giggling, she continues, "Maybe one day, we're walking together in the hallway, as friends. But then suddenly, you press me up against my locker." "I-I do?" "Yeah. I mean, this is just how I think it'd happen. If it were to happen. You know, hypothetically." "Ah ha, yeah, right...hypothetically. S-so, what happens next?" "Well, I'm a little phased at first, but I soon lean into it, putting my hands behind your head, feeling your crazy hair in my hands. You then wrap your arms around my skinny waist, caress my curves." Flint, admittedly, was having a bit of trouble imagining all this. He remembers what Sam looked like when she was thin, but he'd become so used to the much, much, much bigger version of her that that's all he could think of. "You move your hands, put them behind my head, and feel my soft hair in your hands. I press myself closer against you, my small breasts firmly pressed against your chest. Then, in the heat of the moment, we..." she trails off. They both lean in for a kiss. Although they don't actually achieve it. The more Sam leans over, the more it causes her belly to bulge out, pushing Flint farther away. After a few seconds, they both open their eyes, and start angling and repositioning themselves, trying to just barely kiss each other. At some point, their attempted moment of passion is interrupted by Flint's phone. FLINT. You. Have a call. Flint you have a call! His ringtone says. "Oh, s-sorry, I gotta take this," he says. "O-oh...that's okay..." Sam pouts, disappointed. After hesitating for a moment, Flint throws his phone out the window, climbs up Sam's belly, grabs behind her head, and presses his lips against hers. Wide-,eyed and shocked at first, she soon closes her eyes and embraces it. She wraps her huge, meaty arms around him. They both run their hands through each other's hair. Sam soon lowers her arms, runs her hands along his waist, and pulls him closer to her. After a few minutes, she grabs his hands and places them on her breasts. He looks at her with an extremely flushed face. She giggles. After the scientist being practically frozen for 20 seconds, Sam helps him out, grabbing his hands and guiding them to rub in slow circles. She then puts her hands back on his back and lets him take it from there. One hour later...

******************************************************* CHAPTER 2 ******************************************************* Over the next week, Flint continued to fill out orders. Making it rain 3 meals a day every day. At some point, as a favor to a friend, he made it rain ice cream, giving the whole town an ice cream snow day. Whilst enjoying himself in the ice cream, Flint sees Sam Sparks, hungrily gobbling up huge scoops of ice cream. Once he enters her field of view, she quickly stands up straight and, with a big happy grin on her face, excitedly greets him, "FLINT!" Sam has grown a LOT in the past week. For starters, she's tall as fuck for some reason. The top of Flint's head is now level with the bottom of her boobs. More importantly, though, she's gotten much, much fatter. Her belly now sticks out VERY far, at least twice as far as her breasts. Her breasts, which are both bigger than her head, despite her chubby cheeks and fat double chin now making her head much bigger. She's still wearing the same pink tanktop, baby blue blouse, black stretch pants, and white belt she's been sporting since she got here, though obviously in a much, much bigger size. Even so, she's clearly overdo to go clothes shopping again, as both her tank top and blouse seem to ride up over her massive gut, revealing quite a bit of fat. With an adorable smile and ice cream all over her cheeks, she picks Flint up and gives him a hug. The inventor is once again in heaven as he squeezes against this huge mass of soft, squishy fat. Only now it's softer, squishier, and MUCH fatter. Her plump arms are wrapped around him, forcefully burying his head in her perfectly soft, perfectly plump, perfectly round breasts. Her belly is so big, he can actually straddle his legs around it like a horse. She continues, "This is so good! It's amazing! You even designed the ice cream to accumulate into scoops! I don't know how you're gonna top this!" "Hehe, maybe with...hot fudge?" He jokes, pulling his head away so she can actually hear him. "OH MY GOD! Could you do that?" she looks down at him excitedly, her adorably fat double chin bulging out in the process. "Um...yeah, I guess I could use an AI to track where all the big scoops are and drop hot fudge onto those locations." He ponders. "Or, you could have the machine just look at where it already dropped the scoops and drop the fudge there." Sam suggests. "...Actually, that'd probably be much easier." She giggles, then sets him down. "Hey, Flint!" a kid calls, "You wanna be in a snowball fight with us?" Flint hesitates. "Flint, what's the problem?" Sam asks. "I've never...actually been in a snowball fight." He admits. "What? How could you have never been in a snowball fight?" "Um..." "Here, first you roll up a ball of snow..." she demonstrates, bending over and rolling some ice cream. In doing so, her massive boobs hang down and wobble around, while her gut not only hangs to the ground but bulges against it, her fat spreading out in all directions. Flint can't help but notice that, due to her tall legs and gigantic rear end, she's the same height as him while bent over. As she stands back up, cradling 3 snowballs between her arms, she throws one at a mail collection box, one at a trash can, and one at an ice cream cone someone was eating, somehow hitting the cone in a specific way such that it knocks out and replaces the middle of 3 scoops. The person eating it pauses momentarily, shrugs, and continues licking their ice cream. "Now you try!" Sam says eagerly. Flint scoops up and throws 3 snowballs, one hitting a telephone pole, one also hitting the ice cream cone (though instead of replacing one of the scoops, it just knocks the cone out of his hands), and the third hits Sam's exposed gut, bounces off of it, and hits Flint square in the face. "That's what you get!" she giggles, wiping the ice cream off her gut and licking it from her hands. She then rolls up a bigger snowball and chucks it at Flint. Just as he's about to retaliate, one of the kids throws a snowball at Flint. "Hey, Flint, are you gonna join us or not?" Flint eagerly joins the snowball fight. And probably enjoys it a bit too much, throwing snowballs at people who aren't even in the fight. Sam, meanwhile, after eating a bit more ice cream, prepares for her first internationally broadcasted news piece. She tries covering her belly, first pulling down her shirt, then pulling up her pants, both to no avail. Manny sets up the camera, tilts it up so he can get the large weather girl in shot, then starts rolling. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for Flint Lockwood’s latest tasty town-wide treat," she says, giggling slightly, "with flurries of frozen fun on what the mayor declared to be an ice cream snow day." At the bottom of the screen it says "Sam Sparks, Senior Food-Weather Correspondent". People watch from all over the world, in awe of the food weather phenomenon on screen. Though admittedly, many can't help but be silently shocked at Sam herself, and how the cute, super perky 23 year old managed to blimp up to such an enormous size, and in such a short amount of time. She continues, "The mayor would also like invite everyone in the world to catch a cruise liner and come on down this Saturday for the grand opening of Chewandswallow, a town that is truly--" Her announcement is interrupted by something hitting her. Flint, thinking he could be sneaky this time, throws a snowball at Sam from behind. Though this time, it hits her in her butt, immediately bouncing off and once again hitting him in the face. She does feel it though, and after turning around she excitedly says "Oh! There he is!" She grabs him and pulls him into another squishy hug. Manny has to zoom the camera out to catch both Sam and Flint in the shot. "The world's greatest inventor, and the world's CUTEST inventor, Flint Lockwood!", she slightly tightens her grip in tune with her saying 'cutest'. "And," she adds, "the genius solely responsible for this amazing ice cream!" she gestures to a giant scoop of ice cream, which she proceeds to start eating. "Sherioushly, thish ish the greatesht ice cream I've ever had!" Flint says something, but it's completely muffled by Sam's fat belly. "That's right!" Sam says, not actually knowing what he said, "This IS food worth [nom] traveling across [mmm] the globe for! With its...[mmm]" she quickly gets distracted, letting go of Flint, turning around, then both-handedly shoveling huge scoops of ice cream into her hungry mouth. "[Mmmh] Flint, erm, why don't you tell the good people at home how that wonderful machine of yours works?" she asks, handing him her microphone. "Wha, oh, uh, right! Sure!" So Flint shyly explains to the viewing audience how the machine turns clouds into food, while Sam in the background puts on a very distracting display. "RIIIIIIIIIP" Flint hears, before turning around to see the seams on the sides of her pants have burst open, freeing huge amounts of jiggling thigh flesh. Soon after, buttons start popping off her blouse, her belt bursts off again, and even her necklace breaks off after an exceptionally big gulp of ice cream. After just over a minute, the giant woman finishes devouring the giant scoop of ice cream, a look of satisfaction and not an ounce of regret on her face. She straightens her shirt, wipes the ice cream off her face, and turns around (accidentally hitting Flint's face with her butt). "Well, you heard it here folks!" she says, grabbing the microphone, "a wonderful invention by a wonderful mind! With today's scoop for the weather news network, I'm SAAAAAAM SPARKS!" "Flint, that was great!" Sam says, looking down at her crush. "Really?" "Yeah! Well, I mean, I didn't hear most of it, but I assume it was pretty good!" He blushes, then rubs the back of his neck, "H-hey, um, Sam." "Yeah?" "I, uh, was wondering if...maybe, you would like to go on an....um...activity, with me?" "I'd love to!!" she says giddily, "I'll meet you at noon! But first, you gotta---" "Um, actually, I-I can't meet you today. B-but I'm free tomorrow, is 1 good for you?" "Absolutely!! 1 is great for me! IF..." she says, leaning over to get closer to him, "you top all these giant scoops in hot fudge like you promised..." "Um, y-yeah! I'll get to that right now." he smiles at her. "YAY!!!!" she starts jumping up and down excitedly, the ground shaking beneath her, "This is gonna be SOOOOO tasty! Thank you soo much! This is gonna be the best breakfast ever!!!" The next day, they both meet up on a grassy hill. "FLINT!" she says excitedly, holding her hands out for another hug. Only instead of lifting him up and smothering him in her generous bosoms like usual, she instead reaches her arms out...and that's it. She has grown a LOT since yesterday, and at this point, she can no longer reach past her enormous belly. After she struggles for a few seconds to grab him, Flint reaches out and grabs her hands, and she pulls him into a hug. Which probably lasts a bit too long for two platonic friends. After their hug, they both walk together. Flint can't help but stare at the gigantic lady next to him. Some would say it's rude to stare, but it's pretty hard to look away when the person in question is 1½ times your height, has weight in the triple digits, and creates loud booming sounds with every step she takes. And especially so when the girl in question is as adorable as Sam is right now. She's wearing the same clothes she usually does, though without the blouse or belt, leaving her just with a pink tank top and black stretch pants. "Whatcha thinking about?" Sam asks, as she catches him staring. "Oh, um, I was just gonna ask...h-how did you enjoy that hot fudge yesterday?" "It was amazing! I kept going back for seconds, ice cream scoop after ice cream scoop! I must've lost count of how many I had." Flint gulps. That would explain A LOT. She continues, "I didn't stop until, at some point, I realized the out-of-sighter had scooped me up with the rest of the ice cream! But thank god you installed that fail-safe that prevents it from launching people!" "Ah ha, yeah, g-good thing I thought to do that..." he lies. He never implemented such a fail-safe. What she was describing was her completely defeating the load bearing capacity of his machine. He'll have to look at that later. She giggles, "But yeah, that's pretty much all I've been up to yesterday. Oh, I also went clothes shopping. The clothes I had before were starting to get a liiiitle bit too tight." This was an understatement. By the time she finished her ice cream binge, her clothes were practically torn to shreds. "So," she says, "where are we going?" "Oh, nowhere, I just thought it’d be nice for the two of us to...go on a walk together. Like you do...as friends." Just then, they approach something big: a gigantic jello mold, at least 3 stories tall. "Oh my, what's that?" Flint asks, pretending to be surprised. Sam gasps, excitedly sprinting up to the giant gelatin mold, the vibration in her footsteps accidentally knocking Flint over, "Jello is my FAVORITE! Flint, did you do this JUST for me??" He struggles to get up, "Y-yeah. Well, you told me when we met how much you love jello, I---" "Flint, you have NO IDEA how much I LOVE jello." she interrupts. She then starts grabbing giant handfuls of jello and shoveling them into her mouth (first having to press her belly against the jello mould so she could even reach it). "Hey, you know there's an inside, right?" Flint says. "Really?" "Y-yeah, let me show you..."

******************************************************* CHAPTER 1 ******************************************************* (This is a retelling of the movie with some differences. The main one being that Sam gets fat instead of the Mayor. If you've seen the movie, you can skip to the paragraph starting with "He looks down ashamed". Even then, the weight gain doesn't actually start until the paragraph starting with "The next day, the machine starts") Our story takes place in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, on the small island-town of Swallow Falls. Right before the grand opening of Sardineland, a tourist attraction the mayor set up to improve the local economy and promote the island's one and only export: sardines. Here to provide live coverage of the event is Sam Sparks, the cute and super perky intern at "Weather News Network". The television screen reads "Sam Sparks, Junior News Analyst". She nervously introduces herself "Hello Sam Sparks I'm America! It's Swallow Falls degrees and...uh, well, let's just...pan to the mayor..." Meanwhile, local resident Flint Lockwood, known for making genius inventions that almost always go terribly wrong, is working on creating an invention that can turn water into food. Unfortunately, as he turns it on, it starts flying around uncontrollably, wreaking havoc on the already doomed tourist attraction and knocking over the poor intern, embarrassing her on what could be her one and only shot at fame. The machine then shoots up into the sky, presumably never to be seen again. Ashamed, he crawls under the pier with his talking monkey Steve, clinging onto the ladder, quietly contemplating all the mistakes he's made and all the people he's let down. Who else should be there, though, but the young weather reporter whose career he ruined, Sam Sparks. She walks up to the dock, sits at the edge of the pier, and accidentally kicks Flint in the eyes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" He screams. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" she apologizes. "It's okay, it's just...pain..." "Sorry, I am not myself today. My whole career was ruined by some crazy jerk riding a homemade rocket...Wait a minute." she says, looking at Flint, "What is going on with your feet?" Flint looks down, "oh, those are my spray-on shoes. They...don’t come off." "Cool! This could solve the untied shoes epidemic. What are they made of, some kind of elastic biopolymer adhesive?" "Yeah...exactly..." Flint says, suddenly enchanted by the weather girl. Aside from the extraordinary aptitude towards science, she's also rather attractive. She has short, shoulder length blonde-orange hair, big green eyes, and a perfect white smile. She has a very skinny waist, which only serves to emphasize her very curvy hips. Despite being a bit shorter than Flint, her legs are way longer than his, which emphasizes her hips even further. "I’m Sam." she introduces herself. "Flint." "Steve!" Flint's monkey says. Sam gasps, "Is that monkey wearing a monkey thought translator?" "Steeeve!" "That's incredible! Did you make all of this stuff? [GASP] You hit me with the rocket!" "You kicked me in the face!" Flint replies. "I said I was sorry! You literally ruined my career! I was gonna make it big! I mean yeah, it was just a small gig in a small town, but I was hoping it was gonna go places!" He looks down ashamed. "[sigh] Get off the ladder you goof..." she grabs his hand and helps him back onto the dock. "Flint, I don't just wanna be a normal weather girl. I wanna be big. When people see me on TV, I want them to say 'That is one big weather girl'." "I mean, that's a kind of weird...oddly specific thing for them to say, but if it makes you feel any better, I think you would've made it..." She smirks at him, "Well, thanks to your 'great invention', I'm not gonna be either of those. I'm just gonna be the ditzy weather girl aga--" Just then, a burger falls into her hands. "What the...how did..." she wonders, but then another one lands in a steel drum nearby. Then another in the water, and one on the floor by Flint's feet. Pretty soon, the whole town was watching in awe as cheeseburgers literally rained down from the heavens. "My machine works!" Flint exclaims, "IT REALLY WORKS!!!" "Your machine?" Sam asks, her hands empty but her mouth full, "Is that what that rocket was?" she asks as another one lands in her hands. "Uh...do you like it?" She takes a bite, "I love it! Thish is jusht amazing! Thish ish the greatest weather phenomenon in history!" "Say, aren't you a weather girl?" Flint asks. Sam gasps, then runs after her camera man, "MANNY GET YOUR CAMERA!!!" We cut to the weather news network anchor, "This just in, our humiliated weather intern is apparently back for more." "Thanks, Patrick," Sam says, "Okay, everybody. You are not gonna believe this one, but I am standing in the middle of a burger rain!" A burger lands in her hand and she takes a bite, "You may have seen a meteor shower, but you’ve never seen a shower meatier than this!" The hungry news reporter continues to deliver her news report while eating burgers. When she eventually reveals Flint Lockwood to be the genius behind this weather phenomenon, the whole town (and especially Sam) beg him to make it rain food again. "Please please please please please" she begs. "...yes!" Flint takes Sam and her camera man to his lab (Sam carrying several burgers between her arms, 'in case she gets hungry') and shows them how the machine works. "Water molecules are bombarded with microwave radiation, which mutates their genetic recipe into any kind of food you want." "So...pizza?" "Yes" "Apples?" "Yes" "Applesauce?" "Yes" "Can it do a BLT?" "I'm pretty sure I said any kind of food." "[GASP] What about jello?" "Um...d-do you like jello?" "I. LOVE. Jello." "I love jello, too! Oh, and peanut butter, right?" "Oh, no no no, I am severely allergic to peanuts." "Yeaaaaah, me too..." he lies. "So what's it called?" she asks. "Peanut allergy." "No, the machine." "Oh, right, I call it, the FLDSMDFR!" After several failed attempts of trying to get Sam to pronounce it correctly, she gives up, "Anyways, could you show us how you get the machine working?" It's at this moment Flint realizes that, with his machine up in the stratosphere, he has no way of accessing it. "Um...see, the thing is, I can't....wait to show you this hilarious internet video!" He pulls up a video of an overlaid cat playing DJ and singing "Fight the power!" "What is this?" Sam asks, "Oh my god that's so cute!" With her distracted, Flint hurriedly tries to put together a satellite communicator so he can communicate with the FLDSMDFR. "I can't believe I've been watching this for 3 hours" Sam says, still laughing at the video. It should be noted that Sam's arms are now empty, and there's now a little bit of mustard on her face. Finally, Flint sets up the machine, plugs it into the computer, and pulls up the prompt allowing him to place orders. "It's working," he says, "what do you guys want for breakfast?" "Hmm...How about eggs?" she suggests. "And toasts?" Flint adds. "And orange juice!" Sam says. "And bacon!" They say together. "To the computer!" Flint says, before typing the code for the breakfast into the computer. He sends it to the machine, and the order is placed for tomorrow. "Alright, the order is placed for tomorrow!" "Eeee! I can't wait!" Sam says excitedly. Her stomach grumbles in agreement, "No, I literally can't wait! I'm gonna go get some more burgers before everyone eats them all." "Oh, okay, um..." Flint says nervously, not knowing how to say goodbye. "Yeah, thanks for showing me your lab! I'll see you later!" "Um....y-yeah, later!...cool..." The next day, the machine starts spitting out a healthy breakfast. The weather report plays, with Sam Sparks looking slightly different than she did yesterday. Her once cartoonishly skinny waist has filled out quite a bit. She's far from fat, if anything she looks healthier, though she does have just the slightest bit of pudge bulging from her stomach. You can just barely make it out through her shirt. "Well, those cheeseburgers were only the beginning, because a breakfast system is on its way to Swallow Falls" her slight pudge wiggles ever so slightly as she moves around and points to the weather map, "My forecast: sunny....side up" she says, cutely holding her hands behind her back. We then see the town happily enjoying their breakfast rain. Especially Sam, who's seen kneeling over, opening a storm drain, titling it towards her, and letting bacon fall from it into her hungry mouth. She sees Flint walk by, quickly stands to her feet and starts walking with him. "Flint! This food is so good! How do you make it like this?" "Ah ha, well, there is a flavor optimizer chip in there making the water mutate into--" "Into the tastiest version of that food? That's genius! Can you do lunch, too?" "Um...sure" "What about dinner?" "Of course!" "What about tomorrow? Can you do 3 meals tomorrow as well?" she asks eagerly. "I mean....I can make it rain 3 meals every day...if you want" "REALLY?" she asks excitedly, "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!" She starts jumping up and down excitedly. Flint can't help but look at her stomach. It's much more noticeable in person than it was on TV, and it's only more prominent when it's jiggling around like this. She grabs his hands and continues, "This is gonna be SO good for my career! And my stomach, I can't wait to try more of your delicious food!" She grabs an egg and two pieces of toast, makes a sandwich, and quickly gobbles it up. So Flint continues to make it rain 3 meals a day every day, while Sam continues making weather reports about it. Two days after the breakfast rain, we see Sam on TV, eating chicken while delivering the clever zinger "Now that's what I call poultry in motion." It's worth noting that the hungry weather girl now appears to sport a prominent muffin top, bulging over the sides of her pants and even a cute belly bulging over the front of her pants, her belly button visible through her blouse. And while it can't be seen in the shot, her butt has grown quite a substantial amount, officially upgrading her from having "wide hips" to "a big butt". And her thighs have suffered a similar fate, her once slight thigh gap now closed due to her added pounds. And she's showing no signs of slowing down, each successive weather report she's seen a little bit heavier, a little bit fuller-figured than the one before. Flint also starts taking requests from the town's citizens. "Mr Lockwood, may I please have waffles?" "Falafels?" "Jelly beans!" "AVOCADOS!" And he's more than happy to fulfill their requests, "Coming right up!" We turn to another report by Sam Sparks, who now looks much, much heavier than she was when she first got here. Her boobs, once petite and nothing to write home about, have expanded to be large and shapely, definitely one of the first things you'd notice about her body, the other being her now very big ass. Her belly is also quite prominent, in fact, you could even say it's fat. She's definitely clinically overweight, yet most people would still probably consider her attractive simply because of how much her voluptuous boobs overshadow her fat gut. "Leftovers?" she says, holding an ice cream sandwich, a soft pretzel, and an uneaten ham, "Not a problem, with Flint Lockwood's newest invention: he out-of-sighter" The camera pans over to a large truck with a bowl scooping up food, then flinging it off far away. "So named because it catapults uneaten food out of sight," the camera pans back to Sam, who appears to no longer be holding food, "therefore, out of mind." Her belt then snaps off. "Oops!" She exclaims in surprise. People continue asking for more and more from Flint. "A BLT!" "Pizza!" "Donuts!" "Pie!" "Fish!" Finally, he gets an order from a very, very, very fat woman. "A pizza, stuffed inside a turkey, and the whole thing deep fried and dipped in chocolate!" requests the tall, fat, (and admittedly kinda cute) woman excitedly, as she holds pizza and hot dogs under one arm and a corn cob, donuts, and a whole ham under the other. All Flint can do is just stare. Finally she says, "It's me, Sam..." "Oh..." Flint says, his face red, "um...you look different. Did you get a new...haircut?" "Yes I did! Thanks for noticing!" she says, flattered, despite her hair looking exactly the same as it always has. She then walks a little closer to him, her adorable double chin bulging out as she looks down at him, "So, is that a yes to my order?" "Um...I guess I could have it rain those for a few minutes..." he says shyly. She pouts, "just a few?" "I-I mean, or, a few...hours, if you want." She gasps, dropping all of her food in excitement, "REALLY?!" She then picks up the young inventor, gives him a big squishy hug, and exclaims "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!", jumping up and down excitedly, creating loud thuds in the process. While uneasy at first, Flint very quickly finds himself enjoying the soft embrace of this very soft woman. Nuzzling his head against her giant boobs and wrapping his arms as far around her giant gut as he can. "This is gonna be so tasty!!! I can't wait!" the fat reporter exclaims, squeezing Flint tighter against her fat, fat belly. Unfortunately, just as Flint starts getting comfortable, the experience is cut short. Sam sets him down, picks her food back up, bids her friend ado "see you later Flint!", then turns around and walks away, her giant butt wiggling behind her.

************************************************** PART 2 ************************************************** It's been about 4 hours since the ad first launched. And when you multiply that out by watch times, that means we've been doing this for...well, I'd say 4 months, but actually, because of how much longer the ads last now, probably closer to 6? So that's 1 month of us reliving the commercial over and over the way we were supposed to do it, then 5 months of doing it our own way. And needless to say, if someone's been gobbling up hot dogs nonstop for 5 months straight, they're gonna put on some weight. A lot of weight. Like, a shit ton of weight. There's this guy who walks past us every commercial. Except now, he has to start walking on the grass, just so he can get around this gigantic behemoth of a woman. She walks over to me, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Every footfall creates a small shake in the earth beneath. And creates a jiggle in her huge legs, and their wider-than-a-tree-trunk thighs. And it's not a quick, shuttery jiggle, mind you, or even a slow one that wears out its welcome. It jiggles around at the perfect, sexy speed. God, even when she's the size of a blimp, everything about her is still perfect! She's still wearing her white dress. I assume in a size with at least 99 X's in it. Her belly almost touches the ground, I assume the only reason it doesn't is because the dress is just barely holding it up. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, her mouth watering as she eyes all one thousand hot dogs I bought for her. However, she can't just lean over and grab them. Not anymore. Her gut's simply gotten too big. At first, she solved this by kneeling in front of the bench. But then, she got even fatter, and could no longer reach the bench past her huge tummy. So, she had to start laying on her belly while she ate. But, eventually, she got too fat for even that to work. Her belly became so large, it would actually lift her off the ground as she laid on it, to the point she couldn't even reach the bench. And keep in mind, her gut isn't a solid sphere, it's a jiggly, malleable ball of softness that squishes and spreads out when she lays on it. I say that so you can understand just how big it had to get before she started encountering this problem. Nevertheless, she is stubborn, and soon realized she could just roll forward on her tummy slightly, and she'd be able to reach the food. With a thousand hot dogs, though, I can no longer just pile them up next to me. I had to place some of them in my lap. So yes, here she is, laying in front of me, her fat, sexy breasts smushed against my legs as she greedily consumes the food in my lap. And Christ are those some knockers! They're literally hanging to the ground! They're not sagging, though, they're perfectly shapely and plump. In fact, not only are they hanging to the ground, they're even bulging against it! She makes quick work of that food, though, but for some reason takes her time on the last one. Finally, though, after she finishes sucking up the fat sausage in my lap, she moves on to the ones occupying the rest of the bench. First having to get back up, move sideways slightly, then lay back on her belly so she can eat them. Even moved over, though, I can still feel her fat, fat, fat belly lightly rubbing against my shins as she moves around. Finally, she does finish all 1000 of the calorific wieners. And I don't really think we'll ever run into a viewer with this much patience again, so I just pray I can have the confidence to ask her out this time. She stands back up, lets out a satisfied burp, then pats her fat gut a few times, causing it to wobble for quite a few seconds. "Godddddddd, that was sooo tasty!" "Well, remind me to buy 2000 next time!" "God, if ONLY!" she giggles. She then turns around and takes a seat to my right. And for the next few seconds, I get to take in just how goddamned humongous she is. First of all, she doesn't even fit. I'm scooted as far left on the bench as I can, and she can't even fit one ass cheek on the bench. Some of that cheek goes over the right edge, and some of it presses against my thigh and spills into my lap. I can only assume her right butt cheek is being held up by the best wall-sit game I've ever seen. With that said, with an ass so big, would you believe me if I told you her belly's even bigger? Yeah, she's about twice as thick back to front as she is left to right. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration. Probably more like 1.5 times as thick. Still though, that's still a pretty big belly! But remember how I said this only lasted a few seconds? Can you guess why? CRASH!!! She shatters the right half of the bench and falls to the ground. "Well, I guess I should've seen that coming," she chuckles, "I suppose that's what I get for eating sooo much food!" "It'll be fine. If last time's anything to go by, it'll probably be back in one piece before next commercial." "Christ, I'll have to add that to my resume, 'broke a bench multiple times just by sitting on it'". I chuckle, "I mean, yeah. I'm kinda surprised it didn't shatter my half of the bench too!" I slap my hand over my mouth. Fuck! Why did I just say that?! Smooth, real smooth. Every girl loves being called fat to her face. Giggling, though, she replies, "I know! I'm such a fatty! To be fair, though, it's definitely worth it! I mean, I'd gladly double my weight just for the chance to eat one more of those scrumptious hot dogs!" "Wow...you're...really obsessed with those things, aren't you?" "Sure am!" "But...I mean, you've been eating them nonstop for months now. How are you not sick of them by now?" "Well, I don't know if I've told you this before, but it is my favorite dog." I immediately burst into laughter. A long fit of laughter, unable to catch my breath. "Jeez, I didn't think it was that funny," she says, smiling. Eventually, though, she herself joined in on the laughter, before eventually it died down. A short silence ensues. "H-hey, so...." I ask her, "I've been wondering...would you, maybe, wanna go on a date with me?" She gasps, "OH MY GOD! I thought you'd never ask!" She excitedly pulls me into a hug, pressing me against her soft boobs. "So...is that a yes?" I ask. "YES, YES, YES!!!" she exclaims, squeezing me tighter, "erm, so, where do you wanna go?" she asks, quickly trying to regain her composure. "Um..." shit, I didn't think I'd get this far, "how about a walk in the park?" "Hmm...well, truth be told, I've already spent my whole life so far in the park." "Oh..." "but hey, what about a restaurant?" "Hey, yeah! What are you thinking, Taco Bell? Taco Bell? Taco Bell? Or, if you feel like it, Taco Bell." "What about Taco Bell?" "Sure!" "Great! Let's go!" She stands up, and we both start excitedly running/sprinting to the nearest Taco Bell. We're still holding our dogs on leashes, but luckily they're both eager to follow behind us. Which probably makes sense, if their minds are like ours, this is probably the most they've ever run in their life. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Every step she takes continues to shake the ground beneath her, and her running only makes it all the more powerful. At some point, she nearly knocked over an elderly couple just by running in the same vicinity as them. They were many feet away, yet with every booming footstep she took, they slowly lost their balance. Luckily, they didn't fall over, but it was a close one. We finally stop at the edge of the park. Across the street from us is a block containing a wide variety of restaurants: Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, and of course, our destination: Taco Bell. We cross the street, and just to drive the point home about her weight, before she even stepped foot off the curb, her belly was already on the other side of the street. Granted, it's a narrow road, just barely two lanes, but still. And as we cross the street, her thunderous footsteps cause all the parked cars nearby to have their alarms go off. I enter the restaurant's double doors. I notice the loud footsteps stop. When I turn around, I see her stuck in the doorway. "[RRGH!] uh, hey so...a little help?" I grab her arms and try pulling her inside, but she doesn't budge. After a minute or so of her not moving an inch, I finally give up, "look, [whew] I don't think this is gonna work." "What? No, it's gotta work!" "Look, no offense, but even if we somehow manage to squeeze your belly through these doors, there's no way in hell that butt is gonna fit through." She turns her head to look at her ginormous ass, "Yeah, I guess you're right," she giggles, "well, in that case, you might wanna get out of the way." After backing up several feet, she runs into the door at full speed, her belly tearing the restaurant a new one. The glass windows shatter and the metal bars that once formed the doorframe are completely mangled, but at least she can now get inside. She giddily waddles up to the counter, knocking over the stanchions surrounding the thankfully empty waiting line, "Hi, I'll take one thousand grande hot dog supremes, please!" The short cashier looks shocked. Her face like someone who just got off a scary roller coaster as she looks in disbelief at this gigantic woman in front of her. "Um, excuse me, I said I'll take one thousand grande hot dogs supreme, please?" The cashier finally replies, "oh, uh, right...um, would you like anything else?" "Nope! That'll be--oh wait," she turns around to face me, her huge rear end accidentally knocking over the cash register, "did you wanna order anything too?" "N-no, I already had lunch." I say, blushing. "Alright then, that'll be all!" My date says to the cashier. "Okay...um, do you want a drink with that?" The cashier asks, still trying to cross off all the items on her list despite the unusual circumstances. "Nope!" "Okay, and...um...[sigh] would you like to upgrade your hot dogs to jumbo size?" "JUMBO SIZE?!?!" she asks, her eyes lighting up, "What's that?" "...It's like the normal hot dog...but jumbo sized." "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!! Yes! Upgrade my meal to jumbo size!" she says, jumping up and down in excitement, which causes all the remaining windows in the restaurant to shatter. While the cashier takes the order, I quickly write a note on my arm to order jumbo sized hot dogs next time. Shortly after placing her order, all 1000 hot dogs shortly arrive at the counter for her to pick up. "Wow! These really ARE jumbo sized!" she says, eyeing the fat, lengthy wieners on the counter, eager to get one in her mouth. She tries to grab one, but can't reach the counter past her vast belly. I try handing her one, but I can't even reach her arms past her vast belly. She tries walking closer to me to see if that helps, but we soon realize there's no way she can get close enough without first suffocating me in her fat. Finally, she backs up, rolls onto her stomach, then grabs a hot dog from the counter to try out. "Mmmh, it'sh good. Oh, DAMMIT!" "What's wrong?" I ask her. "I forgot to ask for toppings!" "M-my apologies ma'am," the cashier apologizes, "Which toppings would you like?" "Um...ketchup and mustard. Oh, and relish. OH, and cheese! Extra cheese! I LOVE cheese!" "Coming right up!" The cashier then throws away the entire order and quickly brings up another set of 1000 hot dogs which already had those exact toppings she listed. Still laying on her belly, my date grabs one of the hot dogs, tries it, "MMMM!!! Thish ish REALLY good!" She then stands up and turns to me. I have to quickly jump out of the way to dodge getting accidentally hit by her belly. "C'mon!" she exclaims with her arms full of hot dogs, "help me get these to our table!" I grab a bunch of hot dogs and we both walk/waddle to the seating area. Along the way, her giant ass gets caught between the sectional wall and the exterior wall, but she eventually squeezes through. Unfortunately, we have to take several trips, which means she repeatedly gets stuck over and over again. After we haul over all the food, I take a seat. And she, well, tries to do the same. First pulling her high stool-chair as far out from the table as she can, then beginning to sit on it, before it immediately crumbles under her weight and she falls to the ground. The impact nearly causes our table to fall over, and my dog starts barking at her. She giggles, "I almost forgot you were here!" She tries to pet it to calm it down, but can't reach anything past her enormous gut. "I can't believe they let us take our dogs inside," I comment. She replies, "they were probably too distracted by how fucking enormous I am to even notice!" I chuckle. She rolls onto her stomach and starts gobbling up her hot dogs at a surprising rate. I can't look away from her massive tits, swaying around rhythmically in harmony with her shoveling food into her mouth at a constant pace. And I do mean constant. While eating a hot dog with one hand, the other hand will be grabbing the next one, unwrapping it, and bringing it to her lips just before she finishes her current dog. Perfectly synced, perfectly uniform, all while her arm movements cause her breasts to bounce around at a hypnotic pace. As she eats, her clothes get tighter. It's not long before the sides of her dress rip. She, of course, isn't fazed one bit, and continues eating and eating. Her dress rips more and more, revealing more and more of her fat, fat body. A rip forms at the front of her belly. Another forms on her cleavage. Another along her back, presumably a result of all her frequent arm movements. By the time she's done with her food, her dress is barely even holding on. She lets out a satisfied burp and gives her fat belly a few content pats, causing her thick upper arms to jiggle. "God that was good," she smiles at me. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself", I smile back. She rolls backward and sits her butt on the floor. I then hear her struggling again, before she asks "hey, um...could you maybe rub my belly for me?" "U-uh-um..." I stutter nervously. "It's just, it's really big, and I can't reach the front of it." "O-oh, sure..." I hesitantly walk up to her giant, massive, enormous belly, and start rubbing it. It feels really good. "Ohh, yeah, that's better," she says. I start rubbing with both hands, rubbing wider and wider circles, getting lost in the sensation. "You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she asks. "it's just...really soft. And smooth. And....um..." "fat?" My face turns red. She giggles, "don't be afraid to say it! I'm not offended or anything." "F-fat...but like, in a cute way. Like, the extra pudge makes you even more adorable." "Awwww, you're sweet...hey, could you maybe rub a little higher up?" I start rubbing higher. "A little higher," she says. At some point, I have to climb up on her belly to reach where she's talking about. Right before I'm about to reach her boobs, she puts a finger under my chin and tilts my gaze up to hers. Slowly, we lean in close to each other. She wraps her fat arms behind my back, and we share a kiss. A long kiss. Before long, it transforms into us making out, and soon after that she asks, "you wanna take this somewhere more private?" "My place?" "Yes" she replies quickly. She then releases the embrace, rolls backward, then stands to her feet. Her dress immediately gives out, the ripped garment falling off her body, leaving behind nothing but a bra, panties, and an absolute fuck ton of fat. Her belly now touches the floor. We leave the restaurant together and I led her to my place. I'm not sure how I knew where to go, I guess it must've just been muscle memory from my other consciousness. When we get to the sidewalk, I have to start walking in front of her, since she takes up the entire sidewalk and then some. When we reach my place, there's 2 pieces of good news, and 1 piece of bad news. Good news #1, the apartment building has very wide double doors, so she can just barely squeeze inside. Good news #2, my apartment is on the bottom floor, so we don't have to use the elevator or stairs. The bad news, though, is my apartment door is only wide enough for one person. One normal sized person. And this girl is anything but normal sized. Without any hesitation, she runs into the wall and busts open a hole in it with her titanic tummy. She then grabs me by the hand, yanks me into my apartment, and we start making out on the couch. Within seconds, the couch collapses to the floor under her gargantuan weight, but neither of us care. Our dogs walk into the kitchen, and start licking from a water bowl...each from a different water bowl. Why are there two water bowls? Maybe I have a second dog? One that I've just never brought to the park? Before I have a chance to further ponder on this, she grabs my hands and places them on her boobs. Her fat, soft, gigantic boobs. She starts kissing my neck. I begin caressing her wonderful belly. She sees the words written on my arm, 'buy 1000 jumbo sized hot dogs'. She pulls out a pen from her purse, wipes off the 1, and puts down a 2. "Wow, you're gonna get REALLY fat." I say. "Yeah, I know," she says, before putting her mouth back on my neck. After a while, we decide we need to grab a condom. I go to my bedroom, where I see a king sized bed, with two nightstands. Odd. From there I head to the master bathroom. I then proceed to stand there in disbelief for several seconds. Pretty soon, I hear loud, thunderous footsteps, followed by the sound of a feminine voice struggling to squeeze through a door, before just crashing open another hole in the wall. "What's taking so long, baby?" she asks, wrapping her arms over my shoulders (first having to roll onto her belly so she can even reach me). "I...I don't think I live here alone..." I say, looking at the makeup on the counter, the tampons on a shelf, and the towels saying 'for him' and 'for her'. "Uh oh," she begins to panic. I hear the thud as she gets back to her feet, "are you cheating with me? Am I gonna be the end of a relationship? Or worse, what if you're married! Am I a home wrecker?" as she says this, her gigantic ass accidentally knocks over a table, breaking the vase and photo that sat atop it. She looks at the damage, "hey, wait, come look at this." I look at the photo, pulling it out of the shattered glass frame. "Wait, this...this is you and me." "Yeah. Except I'm not fat yet." I see another photo on one of the nightstands. It's also of her and I, this time she's a bit pudgier, and we're both kissing. "Have we been living together this whole time?" "I guess that would explain why the way here felt kinda familiar," she says, "hey wait, I think I see condoms in that drawer!" she points to a slightly open drawer on one of the nightstands. I open it. Next to the condoms, though, is a scrapbook. The cover photo is us together. She's holding two fingers behind my head. I start flipping through the album, looking through the compendium of all the time we've spent together without even knowing about it. She, meanwhile, shuffles around the room, trying in vain to find a position where she can get a good view of the book whilst a giant wall of fat separates us. She basically destroys all the furniture in my (well, our) room in the process, including the bed I'm sitting on. In her defense, though, she fills up more than a quarter of the room in terms of area, so can you really blame her for not being able to maneuver around it? Eventually, we negotiate a position whereby she sits on the floor, I sit on the belly shelf next to her boob, she lovingly envelops me in her fat, cushiony arms, and we can finally look through the photo album together. Each photo depicts us together, smiling widely. Sincere smiles, none of them look like we were only smiling for the camera. We're seen at a wide variety of places, too, like Taco Bell, Taco Bell, Taco Bell, the football stadium, and even at Taco Bell! From what I can gather, we started hanging out on the same day I got that splinter. Where we apparently enjoyed each other's company so much, we took a picture to commemorate it? There aren't really any notes, just the occasional caption here or there. Like several pages later, where we're seen kissing. The photo caption says (in her handwriting) 'First Date'. By this point, she's already plumped up quite a bit, her belly jutting out just as far as her boobs. Needless to say, as the pages go on, she continually gets fatter and fatter. Yet her beautiful smile never falters. She always seems as happy and cheery as ever. There aren't any photos like 'diet day 1', or 'first day of my fitness journey'. There aren't even any photos of her sucking it in, she just completely embraces her fuller figure. Hell, sometimes, she'll even make a photo or caption joking about her extra weight. Like one where she sticks her belly in the face hole for a dinosaur-themed photo stand-in, captioned 'GRR, FEED ME!'. Or a much later photo where she's seen wearing a cowboy hat, filling an entire bed, captioned 'this bed ain't big enough for the two of us!'. We don't look through the whole album, but we do skim through. At some point, we go too far, and it's just blank white pages. I back up a bit, and I see an empty slot, with a caption in my handwriting, 'she says yes', with a question mark after it in pencil. There's no photo in it. But there is a ring. She gasps, "Oh my god! He was gonna propose to her! You were gonna propose to me!" My face goes bright red. I speak, "I can't believe it, this whole time, I've been trying to ask you out, and it turns out we were dating all along. Not only that, but we're gonna be married soon?" "Well," she interjects, releasing me from her soft embrace, "THEY'RE gonna be married. We're still kinda, you know...just dating..." I blush, "oh, y-yeah, I guess you're right..." "buuut you know," she says, looking me in the eyes, "It'd be kinda nice to get married. Or at least engaged. Once in my life. I mean, god knows how long we have left before Taco Bell pulls the plug on this shitty commercial." I sit there silently. My throat feels dry. I can hardly breathe. She continues, "and I mean, it's not like I need to get to know you much better. I've literally known you my whole life. And even from day one, I kinda already knew you were...well...and I mean, we're already dressed up. Well, you're dressed up, my clothes are in shambles..." she chuckles lightly. Finally, I get the courage. I pull out the ring from the scrapbook. I get down on one knee (still situated on top of her belly). She gasps, and before I even let out a sound, she screams "YES!!!", pulling me into the tightest, softest, squishiest hug so far. My bones feel on the verge of breaking from how tight it is. "YES! YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" She excitedly jumps up and down. Pieces of the ceiling come crashing down. "perfect", I say weakly, but still smiling. She loosens up on the hug, and we start making out. She rips off my suit. I reach as far back as I can and unhook her bra. "Oh god, take me! TAKE ME!" She exclaims. I grab the condoms, and we have anal sex. Right there where the bed used to be. "OH GOD! I'M GONNA COME!" "OH GOD! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME COME!" "I'M GONNA FINISH! AAAAAA--"

************************************************** PART 1 ************************************************** (Contains female weight gain. This is not sponsored by Taco Bell. Though I wish it was, if for no other reason than that'd be fucking hilarious.) I'm sitting on the park bench. Eating a hot dog with my right hand, holding my small dog on a leash with my left hand. A girl walking her white poodle walks by, she says "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks, he's--" "No, not that dog, that dog!" I pause for a moment. "Oh, yeah," I say, pointing to the food with my left hand, "it's the all new grande hot dog supreme from Taco Bell!" She then grabs my half-eaten hot dog and eats a large bite out of it, the look on her face as if she just came in her pants (I guess this is just what commercial directors think people look like when they eat). She finishes the hot dog, "mmmm...got any more where that came from?" she says. My dog then lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!" The promo comes up, The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at Taco Bell! We then hear the characteristic DING of the bell. At least, that's how the commercial is supposed to play out. In reality, though, everyone hits the "skip ad" button before the whole thing pans out. And rightfully so, it's a really dumb, awful, painfully stupid joke. I wake up on the park bench again. The same hot dog in my hand. The same girl walks by, "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says. "Oh, thanks, he's--" "No, not th--" Then reality cuts out. And next thing I know, I wake up on the park bench again. The same hot dog in my hand. The same girl walks by yet again, "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks, he's--" "No, n--" And again. Over and over again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" This is my life. "Oh, thanks, he's--" Doomed to repeat the same events over and over. "No, not that dog, that do-" With no end in sight. At least until Taco Bell realizes how poorly the ad is doing, and inevitable takes it down. So far, the only time the ad has actually played to its entirety was when it was originally played by the producers, before being sent to a video streaming service to show before their videos. I've played out the exact same motions 189 times, and every single person so far has hit skip ad as soon as they humanly could. That's actually kind of impressive, if I'm being honest. But, I continue playing out the motions. Every once in a while, people will actually watch to the end. I guess because they're either asleep, apathetic, doing something else and listening to this in the background, or maybe they're just so stupid they actually find this to be entertaining. It's been about an hour since the ad first launched. An hour in real life. With this site having over a billion hours of watch time every day, and each ad lasting about 6 seconds, that adds up to hundreds of hours of just this one ad in the past hour. From my perspective, I've basically had the same conversation over and over for a month straight. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks! He's--" "No, not that dog, that dog!" I sit silent for a moment. I suppose I was just expecting the ad to get cut short again, I was caught off guard this time when it wasn't. She clears her throat, "ahem!" "Oh," I speak, "uh, yeah, it's the all new---OW!!!! ssssshhhhHHHHHIT!" I say, having accidentally scraped my finger against the park bench. "Oh, oh my god, are you okay?" she asks, concerned. "Y-yeah, it's just a splinter." "Hold on, I have a first aid kit in my purse." She grabs a pair of tweezers, tells me to hold still, and gently pulls out the splinter. She then hands me a band-aid. I pull off the brown parts that cover up the sticky bits, but before I can put on the bandage, though, the sticky bits all fold in on themselves. "Um, you got any more where that came from?" I ask her. Then, my dog lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!" The promo comes up, The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at Taco Bell! We then hear the characteristic DING of the bell. The next thing I know, I'm in the park again. Sitting on the bench again. My dog by my side again. Hot dog in my lap again. But there is a small difference. My left index finger now has a band-aid on it. That's odd, I distinctly remember the commercial cutting out before I had a chance to put one on. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says as she walks by. I pause silently. I've just been going through the motions over and over, so I haven't actually taken a moment to look at this girl until now. She's beautiful. She has long blonde hair down to her hips. Her teeth are perfect. Her face is gorgeous. She's wearing earrings. She has a white, wavy dress that goes all the way down past her knees. And she's slightly chunky. Not fat, by any means, but definitely plus sized. Her most prominent feature is probably her butt, which sways side to side with every step she takes. She "ahem"s me again. But instead of continuing the ad like normal, I stand up and feed her my hot dog. Taken aback at first, she leans into it. "Mmmm," she says, "You got any more where that came from?" My dog then lets out a bark, the promo begins briefly, before reality cuts out again. But since then, things have been a bit different. Like a dream suddenly becoming lucid, I'm now suddenly aware of my own free will. I wake up on the bench again. I no longer have a band-aid on my finger. It appears I must've taken it off since last time. It's as if I have a life between commercials, and get amnesia every time one starts again. Or maybe someone else's soul is in control between ads, and I'm only in control during those brief 6 seconds or so. Or maybe I don't even have a soul between ads, like some sort of philosophical zombie. I wonder if I can use this to my advantage, though. It sure would be nice if I had 2 hot dogs instead of one. That way I could finally finish my lunch, and she'd get a whole hot dog to herself. Maybe if I just think real hard about it now, I'll decide next time to buy 2 hot dogs. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says, walking her poodle again. "Thanks! He's--" "No, not that dog. Tha--" It wake up on the bench again. To my dismay, I only have one hot dog. There's gotta be some way to make this work, though, right? "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" the girl says, walking her poodle again. I, meanwhile, pull out a blue pen and start writing on my arm, 'buy 2 hot dogs'. "What are you doing?" she asks. Just as I start thinking of a way to explain this to her, the skip ad button cuts us short again. I once again awake on the park bench. This time, I actually do have 2 hot dogs. The pretty girl walks by again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" "Oh, thanks, he's--" we go through the motions again. Only to be skipped again. I keep doing this, though, curious to see what happens. My arm still says, "buy 2 hot dogs", so every time I come back, I have 2 hot dogs. After another 56 skipped ads, someone finally decides to watch it all the way through. And when we get to the part where she's supposed to steal my dog, she takes both hot dogs. And gobbles them both up in one felt swoop. Both the half eaten one and the not even touched one, consumed in mere seconds. "Mmmm...got any more where that came from?" Then, my dog lets out a loud, high pitched "BARK!" again, and the promo pops up again. The next time around, she walks by again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" I don't even look up. I instead lick my hand, wipe away the 2 on my arm, and write 5. "Oh, not this again," she says. "WAIT, YOU REMEMB--" I ask, before the ad cuts out again. At some point, the stars align again. The ad plays to completion. After we get to the point where she steals my hot dogs, sure enough, she eats all 5 of them. And quickly, too. She sucks the flavor off her fingers, then asks, "got any more where that came from?" Yikes, how many does she want? "BARK!" my dog says. I wake up again on the bench. "Wow, that's my f--" I quickly stand up, "Quick, how many hot dogs do you want?" "Um, what?" she asks, confused. "E-every time we do this, you eat all my hot dogs, and then you're hungry for more. H-how many should I get for you?" She blushes, "Oh, well...I guess, as much as you got, really. I'm a hungry girl," she giggles, patting her small paunch, "I don't really get full." The next time around, I quickly change the 5 on my arm to a 20. She giggles, "why do you keep writing on your arm?" she asks. "I'm writing a note to myself for after the ad ends." "Wait, there's an...after the ad ends? I thought we were just on an endless loop." "Apparently not. I'm writing a note to myself to buy 20 hotdogs for you next time instead of 5." "Really?! That's so thoughtful!! I--" the ad then cuts out. "Wow, that's my favori--" she starts, but I quickly stand up and hand her all the hot dogs. "W-what are you doing?" "In case we don't make it to the end of the ad, I figured I'd just hand you the hot dogs right away." She gasps, "Thank y--" The ad cuts out again. No matter. "Wow, that's my f--" I stand up again and quickly hand her the hot dogs. Giggling, she starts gobbling them up. "By the way, thanks for helping with the splinter." "[NOM] No problem" she says with her mouth full, "So...are we gonna be doing this every time?" "I mean, i-if you want to?" "Well, it's just...won't we get in trouble?" "...In trouble with who?" She ponders for a moment, "I guess you're right. In that case [NOM] could you start adding toppings?" "Sure! What would you like?" "Well, I like ketchup, and mustard. I'm also a fan of relish. Ooh, and cheese! I LOVE cheese! Oh, and could you--" reality cuts out again. So, as per her request, we continue this routine. She starts her corny catchphrase. I stand up, then she begins happily stuffing her face with my wieners. We never reach the promo, and the ad really only ends when the viewer gets impatient and presses skip ad. At some point, I have to change the 20 on my arm to a 50, because sometimes she actually will finish all 20 of them. God, could you imagine what people must be thinking when they see this ad? A lot of times, the ad goes on for way longer than the initial 14 second time constraint, which I imagine must cause all kinds of bugs. Over time, the effects of her hot dog binge start to show. She's gone from chunky to chubby, then from chubby to fat. At this point, I can see the outline of her belly button as her fat tummy bulges out against her dress. Her dress, which used to be loose fitting and flowy, is now tight as it presses against her newly developed fat. Her breasts, once modest in size, are now practically bursting out of her cleavage line. Her butt and thighs, which were already pretty sizeable, now not only sway as she walks, but seem to wobble as well. She even seems to be growing an adorable little double chin under her once thin jawline. Despite how much plumper she is now, she's still just as beautiful as she was when all this started. God, am I falling for this woman? "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" She says as she walks over. She then leans over and starts shoveling hot dogs into her mouth. I really can't imagine what the viewer must be thinking. Jesus, even when she's gorging herself, though, she still looks pretty. Do I even have a chance with her? I doubt she'd ever go out with a guy like me. I'm just the scrawny, awkward, pathetic loser they put in commercials to make other men feel macho by comparison. And she's the sexy, sauntering lady who's supposed to distract the part of your brain that would realize it's being manipulated to eat a hot dog at Taco Bell. I'm already spending the rest of my life with her, so what if she says no? That'll make every commercial after this one feel really awkward. "Whatcha thinkin about?" she asks cutely. "Um...I, well, I, was...um, I was gonna ask you a question." "Oh really? What were you gonna ask me?" "Well, I, uh...well, um, you see..." I start sweating nervously. She looks at me curiously. I keep stuttering. God, this is going terrible. There's only one thing to do. "Got any more where that came from?!" I say in a loud panic. "What?" She asks, at the same time my dog barks and we cut to the promo, The all new....grande hot dog supreme! For a limited time only, only at Taco Bell! We then hear the characteristic DING of the bell. That definitely could've gone better. Next thing I know, I'm on the park bench again. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, before once again leaning over and gobbling up my sausages. Her belly bulges out as she does so, drawing attention to her increasing girth. Her boobs hang down, and I find myself distracted by how they spill over her cleavage line. "So hey, [NOM] what wash it you wanted choo ashk me?" she asks with her mouth full. "Oh, I, uh...well, you see..." she looks at me, fluttering her eyelashes. I continue, "I kinda forgot what I was gonna ask..." "Well, maybe you'll remember it later" she says, giggling cutely. I chuckle nervously. If I ever wanna ask this girl out, I'm gonna have to clean up my appearance. I pull out my pen so I can write a list of things to do. What first? Well, for starters, I should probably shave this ugly starter mustache. What else...oh, I should probably ditch the jeans and T-shirt and start wearing a suit. I mean, she's already in a nice dress, I might as well have similar attire when I finally go on the date. If we go on a date. I should also start using mouth wash. On that note, maybe use more deodorant? Do girls like cologne? I've heard mixed things. I should also trim my nails. While I'm busy writing this all on my arm, something happens to my right. The seams on the sides of her dress burst open. "Oops!" she says, "hey, you mind if I borrow that pen real quick?" she asks. I hand her the pen. She sits down next to me, causing her dress to tear even further. She writes on her left arm, 'buy a bigger dress'. She thinks for a moment, then writes under it, 'bring a pen to the park'. "Thanks!" she says, handing it back to me. The next commercial rolls around. I'm on the park bench again. But this time, I feel different. I'm clean shaven. My breath feels fresher. My pit stained T-shirt and jeans combo has been replaced with a tailored suit. The girl walks over, this time wearing a dress more accustomed to her new size. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she introduces herself, before she begins eating again. "Hey," she speaks after swallowing her third dog, "what'sh with the suit?" "Oh, this? I, uh, I just kinda felt like wearing this today, I guess." "I like it! It's cute!" I blush. "So, uh, hey, I finally remembered what it was I was gonna ask you." "You do! That's great! What was it?" Just then, the ad skips again. I now see a major flaw in my plan. Even if she says yes to the date, it'll be no use if someone skip-ads us halfway through. I need to wait around for someone willing to watch all the way through. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, leaning over to gobble up more hot dogs. "Hey, by the way, [NOM] you were gonna ashk me shomething?" "Oh, um, I forgot again." She giggles, "Oh well! Maybe next time!" The ad gets skipped again. Each day, we continue our routine. I continue to wear my suit, hoping eventually I'll get my chance to ask her out. As time goes on, though, she keeps growing fatter. And fatter. And fatter. She doesn't seem upset, though. Every time she rips another dress, she just chuckles, shrugs, and writes a note on her arm to buy a bigger one. Speaking of which, I do every once in a while have to rewrite the words on my arm. Because I learned the hard way, if I don't, my dumbass genuinely will forget to buy more than one hot dog. I think this might finally be it. The ad has gone on for three minutes uninterrupted. In that time, she actually has managed to eat all 50 hot dogs. "Mmm, you got any m--" she says, before quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. "Er, I mean, I'm...sad that there's no more hot dogs left." "Oh...d-do you, do you think I should, maybe, start buying more?" "Would you do that for me?! Oh thank you so much!" she says, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me to my feet, and into a soft, squishy hug, all in one motion. God, she's really big right now. She's already gone through 4 dresses at this point, and number 5 seems to already be getting tight. Her double chin isn't as modest as it was before, now filling up half the space under her jaw. Not quite covering her neck completely, but it's halfway there. "So, hey," I speak to her, "I..I think...I, so, I've been wondering..." "yeah?" "Would you, er, well, what I mean is, um...do you, um..." I continue stuttering, I start sweating. Just before I'm finally ready to spit it out, the ad gets skipped. DAMMIT! I had it! FUCK! Okay, no one wants to see some guy stuttering nervously for a minute straight. I need to be more confident next time. "Wow, that's my favorite dog!" she says, before leaning over and stuffing her fat face. I crane forward so I can get a better view of her massive ass sticking out. "Wow, you actually got 100 dogs for me this time! You're so sweet! How'd you bring them all over here?" "Um....I honestly don't remember." She giggles cutely, "well, as long as you keep it up, I'm a happy girl!" Again, we continue on. I notice that as time goes on, the viewers tend to wait longer to skip the ad. Probably because they're confused as to why they're watching an obese woman gobbling up hot dogs from a park bench. For some, this confusion is only enough to delay the skip a few seconds, while others will wait for up to a minute, presumably just trying to see where the fuck this is going, only to eventually get impatient and give up. Luckily for us, this gives her much more time to stuff her face, without having to constantly stop in between to walk up to the bench and say her iconic catchphrase. And when I say luckily for us, I mean luckily for her, as she's told me personally how much she loves getting more time to eat. Don't get me wrong though, I certainly don't mind her new body. I honestly think she looks just as beautiful now as when this all started out. I also enjoy watching her eat, mostly because I love seeing how happy it makes her. Though I will admit, that's not the only reason... At some point, I finally get another chance. I actually didn't even realize yet how long the ad had gone on for, I was so busy gawking at her giant, jiggling boobs wobbling around as she eats. Christ, she's gotten so round. That's probably the best way to describe her current shape. Every curve on her now is an outward one, and they're all perfect. She's probably about twice the size she was when I last tried to ask her out. Yet still, just as stunning. She gulps up the last bite of the last hot dog, savoring every moment of it. She then burps loudly, pats her fat belly, and as if by instinct, starts saying "got any m--" before correcting herself, "erm, I mean, it's crazy how fast 200 hot dogs can disappear." I chuckle. She sits down next to me, the bench creaking under her weight. Her huge ass presses against me. Jesus, that's a huge ass. It's literally propping her up, like a high chair would a child, causing her to stand (well, sit) much taller than me. She looks down at me sweetly, her cute double chin (which now completely swallows up her neck) bulging out as she does so. I feel very intimidated right now. It's okay, just take a deep breath. I once again try to ask her out. And once again, I turn into a stuttering mess, before the ad cuts out again. Time goes on. She rapidly gets fatter and fatter. I keep trying to ask her out, and fail every single time.

CHAPTER 9.5 Emily and I continued this for a bit, but were soon interrupted by the sound of great booming footsteps approaching the couch. We quickly got into more casual positions before my extra large ex-girlfriend took a seat on the opposite side of the black haired behemoth who was fondling my crotch. “The pasta’s in the oven. I brought snacks for while we wait!” Jessie said cheerily, arms full of snacks. As if by the flip of a switch, Emily's attention was completely diverted and she dug into the snacks her friend brought over. Jessie soon followed suit, and they were off, first consuming a family sized bag of chips, then chowing down on a pack of Oreos, and I honestly don’t remember the rest of what they ate, but it was a lot. It was nothing, though, compared to the huge thing of pasta that came out of the oven an hour later. I mean, even a regular sized thing of pasta is usually intended for a family. Even then, there are usually leftovers. But not for these girls. They prepared multiple pasta dishes, and sure enough (save for a normal sized serving saved for me) these girls ate all of it. It was…well, extremely sexy, if I’m being honest. Both girls got tuckered out pretty quickly after that, both going to their room soon afterwards and wishing me a goodnight. I sat on the couch for a few minutes, before I was beckoned over by Emily.

The only thing I recognize here is Losing Control.

*************************************************CHAPTER 11************************************************* A football field. That's how big she is now. I can't believe it either. Yet here she is, in all her soft, jiggly, unimaginably fat glory. If she were dropped into a stadium, her fat body would probably touch all the seats. Everything about her is just so massive. I mean, her boobs have gotten so huge, she can't even reach past them anymore. It's been a bit over a month since we first got here. Ever since she first ate the whole house, she's been eating a house a day, plus several dozen candy trees. And thank god the trees respawn as well, otherwise she would've deforested this entire planet by now. The pixies have also been working themselves to the bone trying to make her a big enough breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. They've even had to stop making her a shirt and pants, now only having enough time to make her bras and panties. They've had to supersize all her portions as well. The other day, she ate a bowl of strawberries, and each berry was the size of a small baby. She also ate a cooked duck that was literally bigger than me. To top it all off, she's also gotten too big to reach for her food. When this problem first arose, I elected to bring it to her myself. I didn't mind too much, since her belly (and entire body, for that matter) is like one huge bounce house, but with no ceiling. Unfortunately, though, I couldn't really carry that much each trip. When I'd bring it to her, she'd gobble it all up, pout, and disappointedly ask, "is that it?" It's also a very lengthy climb to the top of her belly. And unlike most exercises, which slowly get easier over time, this one gets harder. Because each time, the wall of fat gets bigger and bigger. At some point, I finally had to ask the pixies to bring it to her with their levitation magic. And that's been her main method of eating ever since. As I wake up, I realize something's wrong. I'm not laying down on the valley between two plump breasts. Instead, I'm in a cage. I hear a loud yawn from outside. "Good morning sleepy he--...Hank?" "Greta!" I shout. She tries to stand up, but there's something preventing her from doing so. 8 things, actually. 6 belts wrapped tightly around her stomach, 2 wrapped tightly around her butt, all tying her fat, fat body to the ground. There's also a large cauldron of bubbling water in front of her. "What's going on?" I shout. Just then, the pixies fly over. "Pixies, help! Something's wrong! I can't get up!" Greta says. "I should certainly hope not. It would defeat the purpose of tying you down, wouldn't it?" "YOU did this?!" she yells, squirming, "As your queen, I demand you release me at once!" The pixies all laugh, "QUEEN? You really think we'd actually have a HUMAN for a queen?!!" Suddenly, Greta gets a worried look on her face, "w-what's going on?!" One of the pixies responds, "Just like the witch, we can't eat the gingerbread house. To sustain ourselves, we need something from the real world. We need blood." Another one speaks, "but ever since that witch mysteriously stopped talking for 80 odd years, we've been off to fend for ourselves. Feeding off the occasional wildlife that happened to come our way." "Then you came along and killed our queen, and we knew. All we had to do was fatten you up, and we'd be set!" "And thank god we stopped when we did, otherwise we'd have to make a bigger cauldron!" "FATTEN ME UP? What the hell are you talking about?! I'm literally the skinniest person here!" With a sinister expression, a pixie blows a puff of sparkles at her, and she looks down, "wait, how...how did I....HOW DID I GET SO FAT?!?! I didn't look like this before! What did you do--Oh no, the spell! AAAAAAAAAHH!!!" she shrieks, shocked at what's happened to her body. At what's been happening to her body this whole time, completely unbeknownst to her until right now. The pixies all cackle maniacally. "The water's all warmed up!" "Excellent! This should be enough to feed us for tens of thousands of years!" "Wait, er, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Greta warns. "And why not?" "Because," she explains, "the water's too high. If you put me in now, it'll overflow and put out the flame!" The pixies look at the **, "oh, yeah I guess we should drain the cauldron a bit." Thankfully, that buys us some time. With the pixies distracted, I walk between the bars. It appears this cage wasn't meant to imprison someone as skinny as me. As evil as they are, thank god our captors are also stupid. Greta sees me escape. Luckily, though, none of the pixies notice me. Because if even one pixie sees me, the news will quickly spread and I'm done for. Which means I can't try stopping them one by one. Greta, on the other hand, is big enough she could probably stop them all in one felt swoop. If anyone has a chance of stopping them, it's her. And by the look on her face, I think she has a plan. I quickly sneak over to one of the tethers holding my girlfriend down. Upon closer inspection, the tethers appear to be tied around poles in the ground. I try prying out one of the poles, but it's really stuck in there. I instead decide to untie the tether, and it immediately flies up in the air, no longer having to press so tight against such an enormous belly. I continue untying each belt, continually using Greta's belly for cover whenever the pixies look my way. One of the belts hits me in the eye, and it takes an unbelievable amount of restraint not to howl in pain. I pray to god these pixies are too stupid to count how many belts are left. After untying the last belt around her rear, the beautiful blonde is finally free. I quickly run back to my cage so I don't get caught. "Hey, uh, pixies," Greta speaks, "what's that in the water?" "What's what in the water?" A scratchy voiced pixie asks. "That, that....thing, it's hard to see cuz it's so deep, but I think something's floating in the water." "I don't see anything." The pixie says, skeptically. Another pixie interjects, "hey, wait, I see it! I think it's....blue?" "That doesn't help much, the whole cauldron's blue." "Nuh uh, it's black!" "Whatever, it's a blackish blue." Another pixie chips in, "Hey, wait, I see it too!" "Where is it? Show me!" All the pixies come to Greta's end of the cauldron, peering over to see what's supposedly floating in the water. Greta then stands up, runs forward, and pushes all the pixies over with her monstrously huge belly. They all fall into the boiling water, and while I can't see what happens to them from here, none of them get out. "Hank!" the beautiful behemoth shouts, turning to face me. "Greta!" I run up to her, then spend a good 2 minutes climbing to the top of her fat belly, sprint across her bouncy gut until I reach her boobs, spend another 30 seconds climbing up her lush breasts, and finally run into her arms for a hug. Admittedly, the moment was kinda ruined by the long travel time, but it was still worth it. "Oh my god, Hank, what happened to your eye?" Greta asks, worried. "One of the belts hit me in the eye," I reply, a hand over my bruise. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I think so. Greta, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before." "Tell me about what?" she asks. "About...this," I gesture to her whole body. "You did, silly!" she giggles, "I just wasn't listening. Anyways, I'm just glad you're alright," she says, lovingly wrapping her fat arms around me. I get lost in her warm embrace. "Thanks for saving me, Greta." "What are you talking about? You saved me! Without you, I'd still be tied up!" "Well without your quick thinking, the pixies would still have us prisoner." "Fine, I guess we both saved each other," she compromises. I lean in to kiss her, but just as we're about to kiss, we hear a flicker, and some simmering. I turn around and see purple steam coming from the cauldron. I notice that all bubbles have instantaneously vanished, and that the flame had mysteriously gone out under the cauldron. Curious, my obese girlfriend waddles closer to the cauldron. "That's odd....it's cold..." she says as her belly comes into contact with the large **. As the steam fizzles out, I see a purple, magic-y fluid. Greta inches closer to try and get a better view of it. Some of her belly fat seeps over the rim, and the moment she comes into contact with the fluid, the liquid gradually loses its purple hue. It looks as if it were funneling itself into her body. "W-what's going on?" Greta asks, concerned as her body starts glowing. For a moment, her body shines bright like a star, before the glow dies down. After she stops glowing, I put my hand on her face, "Greta, are you alright?" "Yeah...I think so," she replies, putting her hand on my face. Just then, though, "Oh my god! Hank!" "What?" "Your black eye! It's gone!" "Wait, really?" I open my eye, blink a few times, and sure enough, it's healed. "How did that happen? Wait, do I have healing powers?" Greta asks, looking at the hand she touched my face with. "Maybe that purple stuff gave you magic powers!" She thinks for a moment. She turns to face the gingerbread house, holds her arms out. Then, before my eyes, the house is lifted from its foundation, floats toward us, then is gently dropped on her belly. Gentle as it may be, though, a large wobble spreads across her fat body, causing me to fall over. "This is great! This means I can bring over all my food myself!" she exclaims, giddily, "you know, instead of having to wait an eternity for you to bring it to me, like before." "I wonder what else I have the power to do..." she ponders. She looks toward where the house used to be. She thinks real hard, and before my eyes, seven more gingerbread houses appear. "YES! Now I can have all the candy I want!!" she exclaims, giggling cutely. "Oh! I know!" she then makes the lake larger, "Yes! Now I can fit in the lake again!" And for the next few hours, she continues testing out her magic, anywhere from making the trees larger to changing the seasons. "This is incredible!" she exclaims, "I can basically do whatever I want!" "Hey, you could probably even use your magic to shrink back down to your original weight!" I point out. "Why the hell would I wanna do that? This feels AMAZING!" "Wait, really?" I ask. She speaks, "Yeah! I mean, okay, of course I was shocked at first. I mean, I'm literally the size of---no, I'm BIGGER than a whale! How could I not be shocked?" She giggles, slapping her belly for emphasis. Which, come to think of it, isn't very specific, geographically. She slaps the part of her belly below and to the side of her right boob. Which, in turn, causes a ripple to permeate across her boobs, causing me to once again fall over. "But," she continues, "I gotta be honest...look, I know it's weird, but...I kinda like being fat." "Really?" I ask. "I mean yeah! Feel how fucking soft and squishy I am!" She grabs her boobs from the sides, cupping a big handful on each one. "And look how fucking jiggly I am!" She starts wiggling her boobs side to side, which makes me fall over again. Then she starts jumping up and down, purposefully making her breasts bounce, but incidentally making everything else bounce. I go flying in the air. "Plus, I gotta be honest, I kinda like being the big one for once. There's something about my boyfriend being so much smaller than me that I kinda like." I chuckle, "well, I'm glad to see you're enjoying your new body so much." She giggles cutely. "So...y-you like it too, right?" she asks, somewhat nervously. "Hey, it's your body." "Yeah...but like, you're kinda stuck with me here. I hope you don't think this is gross or anything..." "Greta, I--" "or, I mean, I guess you're not stuck with me, you could leave whenever you want, but--" "Greta! I wouldn't dream of leaving you! Besides, you're just as cute now as you were before. Just, in a different way." "Awww, you really think so?" "Yeah, I love having a girlfriend this soft and bouncy!" I say, jumping on her like a trampoline. She giggles, "even though I could crush you in an instant?" "I know you wouldn't, though." She chuckles, then pulls me in close, "so you wouldn't prefer I go back to my slim, sexy self?" "Nope!" "Not even to a slightly curvier version of my former self?" "Greta, if I'm being honest, seeing you like this is the sexiest fucking thing I've seen in my life." She bursts into laughter, "Wow! So I guess we're both freaks then!" I laugh with her. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she says, "Cuz, if anything, I wanna get even bigger." "Your left boob could literally fill a room and then some. How much bigger could you get?" I joke. She giggles. "Well," she pulls me closer, "you wanna find out?" "GOD yes!" And with that, we share a kiss.

(Contains rapid female weight gain. The photo above depicts characters as they are at the beginning of the story. Enjoy!) "Okay, first question," Zack speaks, an arm around his girlfriend as he reads from his phone, "The three Scandinavian countries are: Finland, Sweden, and?" "Norway!," Megan eagerly replies. "That's correct!" Zack says after tapping his screen to reveal the correct answer. "Hell yeah! Pay up, fuckos!" Megan exclaims. "What? Meg, we're not gambling this time." Victor says, looking up at his tall girlfriend. "What? Then what are we doing this for? I'm sure as hell not playing for points!" "You know, I'm actually really hungry," Angela speaks, "What about, say, the winner gets a food of their choice?" "Hey, yeah," Megan agrees, "whoever gets an answer right gets to order an item on the menu, everyone else pays for it!" The friends all agree to these stakes, and Megan orders a thing of breadsticks from the appetizer menu. Angela reads the next question, "Which law of physics governs the movement of springs and elastic bodies?" "Ooh!", Megan exclaims through a mouthful of breadsticks, "Hooke's Law!" "Correct!" "YES! Alright, next I want spaghetti and meatballs!" Within moments, the waitress comes over with a plate of spaghetti for the hungry brunette. With the friends going counterclockwise, Megan's up to read the next question, "Okay, what is 1+2+3 plus dot dot dot plus 100?" Angela's the first to respond, "5050!" "...yes...how did you know that?" "It's a famous problem! A mathematician was asked as a child to find that sum, and he realized 1+100 was the same as 2+99 was the same as--" "Alright alright, so what are you gonna order?" "Well, I didn't get lunch or dinner today, so I'm gonna order a triple cheeseburger." The waitress brings over the order, and the short blonde digs right in. Victor asks the next question, "What year was the US constitution ratified?" Megan quickly replies, "1791!" "Um, yes, that's correct." "Yes! 3 for 3! Alright, get me another thing of spaghetti, the first one was just so good!" she says, licking spaghetti sauce from her fingers. It's Zack's turn again, "The three types of rock are igneous, metamorphic, and?" he reads from his phone. "Sedimentary!" Angela hastily replies before Megan can beat her to it. "That's right!" "Ha!" she exclaims, "and I'll be taking a large order of fries to complement that burger!" "Looks like the guys better catch up," Megan comments, "Me and Angela are in the lead!" Angela reads the next question, "How did Maude Flanders from the Simpsons die?" "She was hit by a t-shirt cannon!", Megan quickly responds. "N-no, not quite..." "She fell off the bleachers *after* being hit by a t-shirt cannon!", Zack answers. "Yup!" "Oh, pffft, right..." Megan says. Zack orders a thing of ribs. The waitress brings it over. "Whoa, that looks really tasty!" comments Angela, watering at the mouth as she eyes the very large dish. "Yeah, now I'm really wishing I got that question right." Megan says. "Actually, I already had dinner with Victor, so I'm pretty full," Zack says, tilting his head down so he can look Angela in the eyes, "I was actually gonna give this to you, babe." He hands his plate to her. "ZACK! That's so thoughtful!" she replies, gratefully. Next up, Megan again, "What was the name of Iron Maiden’s first album?" The group sat silent, until came the hesitant response from Victor, "um...is it Iron Maiden?" "Yes!" she replies, without even tapping her screen. "Wait, really?" Victor asks. "Yup! So, what are you ordering?" Megan asks, looking down at her boyfriend. He, meanwhile, is eyeing her once-skinny midsection, noticing how it now bulges onto her lap. It's not just bloated, mind you; it's an actual muffin top now. "Um, I was actually gonna let you decide," he replies, "I'm not really hungry either, so-" "So you were gonna give me your food, too?! That's so thoughtful!" She pulls him into a hug, pressing his face against her comically sized boobs (and his chest against her now soft midsection). He blushes. "So...wait, when does the game stop?" Zack asks. "Easy, when everyone's full", Angela replies, finishing her fries and starting on her large thing of ribs. The four friends continue their trivia night. Four friends means 4 turns per rotation. And by 5 rotations in, the girls are already looking significantly different than before. For one thing, their once flat stomachs have turned into big, jiggly bellies that press into the table. Their boobs have also grown considerably, Angela's once B cups are now triple Ds, at least. And Megan's boobs (which were already pretty huge before) now just barely go past her belly, depending on which way she leans. And despite having very thin faces before, both girls now appear to sport prominent double chins. Quite a few patrons are glancing at the peculiar sight before them. And yet, none of the 4 friends seem bothered or even perturbed in the slightest. The boyfriends have made no mention to their girlfriends or each other of the startling changes. If anything, they seem to enjoy the changes. On top of it all, both girls, for some reason, appear to be getting taller. The height order used to be (lowest to highest) Angela, Victor, Zack, then Megan. But now, it's Victor, then Zack and Angela tied for middle, and finally Megan standing taller than anyone else in the room. Or, rather, she would be standing taller, if she weren't currently sitting. "Alright [MMH], this is getting boring," Angela speaks, licking pizza sauce from her fingers, "let's up the ante. From now on, the winner gets to pick 5 items from the menu, instead of just one." All four friends are quick to agree on this change, all equally thrilled for what it would entail. "So, everyone agrees then?" asks Megan, "In that case, I'll be ordering 5 bacon triple cheeseburgers." "But Victor was the one who answered." Angela corrects her. "Ugh, fine! *Victor* will be ordering 5 bacon triple cheeseburgers. Won't you babe?" "Sure thing!" Victor giggles. She leans over and kisses him on the lips, her humongous breasts pressing against his chest. 6 more cycles have passed since then. With 4 turns per cycle, that's 24 turns. That means, between the two girls, they've consumed 120 menu items since then. Almost everyone in the diner is staring now. Angela is only barely shorter than Megan now, and both of them are taller than any human has ever been. But more importantly, they've become really, really, really fat. They've both outgrown their shirts, their fat bellies laying atop the table, soft jiggly flesh exposed to the world. Their tummies stick out so far, now, that only a few millimeters separate them from smushing against each other from opposite ends of the table. Unlike their shirts, though, their bras are still holding on, despite their boobs being absolutely massive now. "Okay, what's the largest city in Washington?" asks Victor. "SEATTLE!" both girls reply simultaneously. "That's correct!" "Huh, I guess that means we both win," Angela says, tilting her head down so she can look Zack in the eyes, "I guess you're buying for both of us." He blushes. "[MMMH] Worksh for me!," Megan says, "either way, I'm getting 5 more steak supremes!" Just then, Victor falls out of the booth. His girlfriend's butt has literally grown so massive it knocked him out of his seat, now filling up the entirety of hers and Victor's half of the booth. As he lays on the floor, he notices the table's legs aren't touching the ground anymore. Both ladies' thighs are so huge now that they can't help but lift the table. "You're so clumsy," Megan teases him, "C'mon, get back up here!" He climbs atop Megan's fat thigh and sits on it, situated right next to her fat, fat belly. Zack, realizing he's soon to meet the same fate with his own girlfriend and her widening butt, climbs atop Angela's thighs. As he sits, the seam on the side of her pants rips open, exposing soft thigh flesh. She pays no mind to this, though, and keeps on eating. "Alright," Zack says, "what social media platform has the most active users?" "Oh, I know this one, it's--" Victor is quickly interrupted by his huge girlfriend, as she literally slaps a hand over his mouth, "YouTube!". "Why'd you interrupt me? You'd get the food either way!" "I know. But this way I don't have to pay for it." "Except you got it wrong," Zack says, snidely. "Ha! Looks you do have to pay after all! Cuz the correct answer is Twitter!" Victor answers. "Nope!" "What?" Victor asks, surprised. "You guys are dopes," Angela says, "It's Facebook". "Yup!" Zack finally says. "What?" Victor asks incredulously. "Who still uses Facebook?" Megan agrees. "Doesn't matter! I win!" Angela gloats, "and I'll be ordering 5 chicken taco supremes!" Both girls' bellies are now touching. 10 rotations later... Pretty much everyone else in the diner has left. Likely due to the presence of two unfathomably obese women clothed only in their bras and panties. They were wearing pants, but they've since been ripped to shreds by their fat, fat, fat butts. Their asses are overflowing over the sides of their seats. Their bellies cover up the entire table and then some. At this point, not only do their bellies touch, but even their boobs touch. Their bellies are bigger, of course, but the booth has them tightly pressed together into a fat girl sandwich. To the point their back fat is overflowing over their chairs and their belly fat is forcefully being pushed to the sides in an effort to compete for space. "Next question," Angela reads, her double chin quivering in the process, "Who played the genie in Disney's animated Aladdin?" "Robbin Williams!", replies Victor. "Correct!" "YES!" Megan exclaims, "Alright, he'll be ordering 10 racks of ribs with extra barbecue sauce!" That's right, they've moved up from 5 menu items to 10. "That actually sounds really good, I'll get the same thing." Angela says, licking her lips in anticipation. "But you didn't answer," her boyfriend argues, chuckling. "I know. I'll pay for this one with my own money." "Fair enough," Zack says. The waitress wheels over 20 racks of ribs, and sets them atop the girls' giant, jiggling bellies. Apparently, that was the straw to break the camel's back, as both booths finally collapse under the weight of the two gargantuan women sitting atop them. As they come crashing to the ground, their bellies do too, and the net torque causes the table to snap in half between their thighs and bellies. This also damages the structural integrity of the two neighboring booths, causing them to give way as well. And with that, Hooke's law finally takes place and forces the two women to swiftly spring away from each other, disbanding the fat girl sandwich. By some miracle, though, all the plates survived. "Ah, that feels better," Megan lets out a sigh of relief, her belly no longer being squeezed under immense pressure. "Don't worry, we'll pay for that!" Angela reassures the waitress. "Well, next question I guess," Megan says, "You've been playing for--oh, the app's telling us we've been playing for 4 hours." "Wow, has it really been that long?" Angela asks, making quick work of her first thing of ribs. "Well, we do have work tomorrow, do you think maybe we should start wrapping things up?" Victor asks. "WHAT?!" Both girls exclaim, the looks on their faces comparable to that of someone who just lost their job. "That's not fair! We agreed to stop once everyone was full. And I'm not even close to full," Megan protests, patting her huge belly for emphasis, causing a shockwave to ripple across it. "Okay, fine," Angela says, "if you wanna go home so bad, how about this? Lightning round! We increase the size to 20 menu items. Then, after 4 rounds, to 30. Then, after another 4 rounds, 40. And so on until everybody finally gets full." "I like the way you think," Megan says, reaching for an attempted high five. Unfortunately, there's way too much belly fat between them for a high five to be possible. ----------------- "Hey, what the hell! This is only like 40 plates!" Megan complains to the waitress. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're all out of food." the tired worker responds, climbing down the ladder that's situated on Megan's belly. At this point, the girls practically fill the establishment on their own. Megan's butt is squished against the back wall, while Angela's is squished against the front wall. Their heads are inches away from the ceiling. Their boobs are more than twice the size of the table they once sat at. Their bellies are just inches away from touching the wall opposite to the booth, making the waitress's journey down all the more precarious. And both girls are both gobbling up their food like pigs. "Well, I guess that's the game, then," Megan says, just a hint of sadness in her tone. "It looks like Angela won," Victor says, looking at the scores as he sits atop his girlfriend's gargantuan belly, "with Megan close to her in second place." Looking at both girls, that makes sense. They're both about equally as big, but Angela was much smaller than Megan to begin with. "Hmph," Meg says, "you just wait till next time! I'm gonna whoop your butt at this game!" The four friends proceed to pay the extremely sizable bill. The girls then proceed to stand up, inadvertently crashing through the ceiling as they do so. As Megan turns slightly to the side, her mammoth sized belly crashes through the wall. Again, on accident, but it's probably for the best, as there's pretty much no other way these girls could've exited the building. Megan and Angela waddle through their makeshift doorway, inadvertently making the hole even bigger as they try to get through. As they walk out, their every footstep causes the earth to shake beneath them. Several car alarms go off in response to the thuds. Megan looks at her scare-roused boyfriend, taking strong notice of the aroused part. She pulls him close, "Psst," she whispers in his ear, "between you and me, I'm pretty horny, too. What do you say the moment we get back to the apartment, we--" He didn't catch the rest of what she said, over the sound of Angela accidentally knocking over a lamppost, but he could infer from context. Victor doesn't respond. He's not even sure how Megan could possibly get back in their apartment. There's no way she could fit in the elevator, and she's too wide for the stairway. Hell, she can't even get through the lobby entrance. He's still having trouble figuring out how she even got to her feet! "You're right," she responds to his silence, "it can't wait that long! Let's do it in an alley!" The End.

*************************************************CHAPTER 10************************************************* We both go silent, looking into each other's eyes. She's sitting down, I'm standing on her belly, which is just barely below water. "Hey, uh...Greta?" I speak, nervously rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah Hank?" she responds, a twinkle in her eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you something," I say, climbing atop her breasts to get closer to her, "it's...it's about us. You and me, I mean..." For a moment, her face goes red, but she quickly recomposes. She grabs my hands, "...well? Go on..." "I, I, Margaret, I--" Just then, though, a pixie comes over, "Your highness! Dinner is ready!" Her attention is immediately redirected, "[GASP] Oh my god, I'm STARVING!" she exclaims, standing to her feet. The act of which causes me to bounce several feet in the air. "But wait, won't it take us another hour to get back to the house?" I ask, trying to regain my balance. "No," the pixie replies, "You two went around the world again. This hot spring connects into a stream, which connects into the lake by the house." Greta immediately starts running, no, sprinting to the house. As expected, she struggles to squeeze through the hole she ate in the front door earlier. She tries eating around it again, but I already know it's not gonna work this time. She's just too tall. I go inside to speak with the pixies. "Hey, pixies, Greta's having trouble getting inside. Could we maybe bring the table outside this time?" "Why would we bring the table outside? The food is inside". "Yeah, well, Greta can't get inside." "But, if she can't get inside, how will she eat dinner?" "Exactly. That's why we have to bring the dinner outside!" "Hank, that doesn't make any sense. If the table's outside, how's Greta supposed to eat from the dining room?" "No, she won't be--" "Hank, it's fine, I got a better idea," Greta interrupts, giving up on trying to squeeze through the doorway. I then hear loud footsteps circling around the house. Then, she pulls off the dining room ceiling, and gobbles it up. She then does the same for two of the walls. Greta then backs up, bends forward slightly. Then, like a doughy beach ball, she rolls forward, almost a full 180°, before stopping with her head and arms just close enough so she can reach the food on her own. I didn't even know she could roll like that. Her body isn't sphere-shaped, more like an oblate spheroid. The shape you'd expect from an unbelievably fat human. One who's fat never sagged or got dimply. "Alright," she says, "let's eat!" ----------------------- "That better not have been all," Greta complains to the pixies. "Er, I'm sorry your majesty, we're not quite done yet with course #13. But I promise, it'll be out soon!" The pixie says, briefly breaking from the frantic cacophony in the kitchen as the pixies try desperately to keep up with Greta's appetite. "Ugh, fine, but make it quick!" she sighs, getting back to her feet. She then starts tearing off walls from the second floor. It involves quite a bit of strain on her part, reaching up high and forcefully snapping off pieces. Which ultimately results in a lot of jiggling and shaking, especially in the cleavage area. Mind you, we're still both half-naked. By the time the pixies bring out the next course, all that was left of the second floor has been devoured by their obese queen. But it's not long before that course has been exhausted, and she has to start eating the first floor. And she makes good work of it. She had to eat the walls and ceilings of the kitchen and Pantry, but as long as the appliances were still intact, the pixies could continue cooking. With practically the whole house now gone (and even a few more nearby trees for good measure), she finishes her 20th course, gobbles up the dining room table, and lets out a satisfied burp. "So, did that finally hit the spot?" I ask, looking up at this tall, fat, beautiful woman before me. "It sure did," she replies, giving her giant tummy a satisfied pat. "When you said this morning you were hungry enough to eat a house, I didn't think you'd actually do it!" She giggles. "Hey, Hank, is that my purse over there?" she asks, pointing to what used to be the living room. "Um, I think so." "Could you bring it over here, please?" I grab the purse, then proceed to climb up Greta's mountainous belly. "So, what did you need this for?" I ask. "Well, first things first, we should go somewhere a little more private." She then gets up, and starts walking back to the lake. I'm still on top of her, but she's just walking, so I'm not bouncing as much this time. Once we're alone, she sits down, then pulls her wallet out. She opens it, and reveals she has a bunch of photos of her and I. "This is what I wanted to show you." Greta says. I stare in shock. All these photos were taken back when she was still thin, and it almost feels unreal to see her like that. Considering how much of a gigantic blob she is now, I almost can't believe she was ever so skinny! She continues, "Yeah, I guess I never told you this, but I keep photos of us in my wallet. That was us at the carnival. You got me a stuffed bunny. But it was too big for me." "I can't believe how tiny you were!" I blurt out, "er, um, I mean, how tiny you are, I mean-" She giggles, "Yeah, I rode passenger with you, and the no-seatbelt alert didn't even go off. I didn't weigh enough to trigger the alarm." I giggle, "I think we had the same problem when we drove over here, didn't we?" "Well, I wouldn't say problem, I don't need a loud obnoxious alarm just to remember to buckle up." I still can't believe she used to be that small. At the size she is now, not only could she not even fit in a car, but she'd most definitely destroy a car just by sitting on it. "So yeah, I know it's a lot of photos. But they have a lot of sentimental value to me." "Are there any photos without me?" I ask, somehow taking my mind off the unreal contrast between the Greta before me and the woman in the photos who I still can't convince myself isn't just a skinny doppelgänger. "N-not really. I think the rest of my photos are at my apartment, or my parents' house. I only picked the best memories to put in here. I guess it just happens the best memories I had were the ones with you...I hope that's not creepy or anything..." "No! Not at all, it's...actually kinda sweet." Smiling, she pulls me into a hug. "Hey..." she speaks softly, "you're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, Hank..." I pause for a good moment, my face a rosy red hue. When I finally gain the composure to respond, I snuggle up closer to her soft body, and reply, "and you're the best girlfriend ever, Margaret." We soon get sleepy, before dozing off under the stars. I once again fall asleep on the comfiest bed in the world.

*************************************************CHAPTER 9************************************************* I run upstairs, and lo and behold, the entire third floor is gone. All of it. Floors, ceilings, roof, even the stairway. We only have 2 floors left. And on top of that, the second floor is in ruins, only a few walls remaining. This explains everything. "What are you still doing up there? Lunch is waiting!" She asks impatiently. Chuckling, I go downstairs. "Greta, I think you might've eaten a bit more than just the third floor." She giggles cutely, "Yeah, don't be surprised if the second floor's gone by the time dinner rolls around. Now come on, I'm STARVING! Let's get some food into my skinny stomach!" She says, patting her monstrously huge gut. She goes into the dining room. Once again, her belly pushes the table away as she does so. This time, though, the table literally gets pushed to the other wall. Even with the table turned sideways. And it's still not quite enough, some of her butt still floods over into the living room. There's just one problem, though. "[HRRNGH] hmm? [HUP] what the? Hank! I can't reach the food!" That's right. Her belly has literally grown so fat, she can no longer reach past it. No matter how she turns, no matter which angle she approaches from, there's simply just too much belly in the way. "Do you need some help?" I ask. "I don't understand, why can't I reach it? It's almost like there's something in the way!" "I-if-if you want," I stutter, somewhat nervously, "I could bring the food over to you..." "Could you? Thanks, I'm just REALLY hungry!" So, I start feeding her. Now, since the moment we got here, Greta has been nothing if not a glutton. But for some reason, her appetite has been completely off the charts today. I mean, at least before, she was still eating at a normal pace, the only problem was that she never stopped eating. But now, she's absolutely ravenous, gobbling up everything in sight as if she hasn't eaten in years. And it shows. Her belly, no, scratch that, her whole body, is growing noticeably fatter each passing moment. When the pixies show up to refill the table, even they can't help but show surprise at the gargantuan being before them. They don't say anything, but they're still visibly shocked. Just as stupid as ever, though, they still keep placing the food on the table, instead of cutting out the middleman and putting them on her boobs or belly. "So Greta, how's it going?" I ask her as she finishes up the fifth course. "Mmmmm...good...this food's REALLY tasty. But, I gotta be honest, I'm actually kinda bored. Other than the food, there's not much to do here." The pixies load up the table with the sixth course. She licks her lips in anticipation. "Well, what if we went on a walk? It's pretty beautiful outside." I suggest to the massive blonde. "I would, but I'm still REALLY hungry, and all the food's over here!" "Actually, a few days ago, I found out that the trees here are edible." Her eyes widen. She quickly turns to face me, her long hair whipping behind her and her fat boobs wiggling side to side, in turn causing me to wiggle similarly. "Really?! What do they taste like?" "Um, cinnamon. But I only tried the bark on a few of them, some of them might taste different." She gasps, "quick, hand me everything on the table!" I do just that. And she immediately scarfs down everything I give her. She's actually eating faster than I can supply her food. And the moment she finishes everything, she grabs my hand and runs for the door. Obviously, she can't fit. She eats around the doorway, expanding it to well over 5 times its original size, then squeezes herself outside. We walk through the forest together (once again using the string trick to avoid getting lost). Despite her gargantuan size, she's having no trouble keeping pace with me. If anything, since being taller means taking longer steps, I'm the one who has to keep up with her. Speaking of which, now that I'm getting a good look at her standing up, she appears to be a little more than twice my height. Every so often, she'll break off the top of a random tree nearby and start eating it. And by 'every so often', I mean the moment she finishes one tree, she greedily grabs another. "God, you were right, Hank, [MMH] theshe really do tashte like cinnamon!" She says, looking down at me happily as she gobbles up her fifteenth tree since we got here. Once again, her adorable smile brings a smile to my face. After walking for a good hour or so, we stumble across something. "[GASP] Hank!! Why didn't you tell me there was a hot spring here?!!" Greta asks, being so surprised that she even drops the log she was eating. "I didn't know! I've never even been to this part of the forest!" Giggling, she excitedly takes off her shirt, causing her large belly and breasts to wobble. She then tries to take off her pants, but has to ask me for help. Finally, wearing only her bra and panties, she goes into the hot spring. "C'mon in, babe. The water's great!" the gargantuan woman beckons. By this point, the dozens upon dozens of trees she's eaten have really taken a toll on her body. For starters, she's almost 3 times my height! Yes, I just said she was twice my height an hour ago. I'm surprised too. Not only that, but she's filling up about a quarter of the hot spring's volume, which I should mention, is about the size of a community pool. I strip down to my boxers and join my friend. "Wow, you're right Greta, the water is great." "Right? I mean, a bit shallow, but other than that, super relaxing..." she comments, her boobs and half of her belly remaining completely above water as she walks to a nearby ledge to lean against. "Yeah, I mean, it's warm, but not too hot like in a hot tub." "You don't like hot tubs?" she asks, her belly slapping me as she turns to face me. "Well, I mean, no, but, it takes a while to get used to the temperature is all." "Fair enough." I swim over to join my friend's side. Unlike her, though, my feet don't even come close to touching the bottom, so walking isn't really an option. As she sits down, her belly submerges, but because of her enormous rear propping her up, her breasts are still above water. "Hey, Greta, think fast!" I say, splashing my friend. "Hank! Stop it!" "Stop what?" I ask, splashing her again. Giggling, she delivers a powerful splash in retaliation. I deliver a re-retaliation, but it pales in comparison to hers. "THUNDERCLAP!" she exclaims, bending her knees and clapping in a way to deliver a powerful splash. Not only does the resulting wave pin me to the ledge, but combined with her arm movements, it causes her humongous breasts to jiggle and bounce in an irresistibly sexy manner. We continue our splash fight. Dissimilar to last time, though, it's much more one sided when you're playing against a literal giant. While it doesn't show under all her layers of fat, she's definitely gotten strong. I suppose she'd have to be to carry around such an enormous amount of mass everywhere. Pretty soon, our splash fight dies down, though, us both laughing like children as it ends.

*************************************************CHAPTER 8************************************************* It's been 4 days since that fateful night. Greta and I have been going steady. We're not officially 'boyfriend and girlfriend' yet, but we're definitely well past the friend zone. Like before, she's been spending all her time in the house, perpetually growing fatter and fatter. Unlike before, though, I've been spending all day by her side, watching her incredibly sexy transformation take effect. It feels so good to finally embrace the changes, rather than fight them. I never realized just how much stress I was under before. Constantly worrying about my best friend's well being. I'll admit, I still wish there was some way I could tell her what's going on. I even, at some point, told her what the pixies told me. About the appetite spell. And her response? "Well, clearly I'm immune to it. And it's a good thing, too. Because, with food this tasty, if I didn't have such good self control, I'd be the fattest girl in the world by now!" Well...you can't say I didn't try. I gotta say, though, her ahem 'growths', have gotten really out of hand. She's too tall for the ceiling now. She literally has to lean over when walking around the house. Her belly is constantly getting stuck in doorways, so she usually has to eat around them to squeeze through. She's way too big for the bed. Every night, when the house resets, the bed immediately collapses again under her gargantuan weight. She's even gotten too big for sitting at the dining room table. Even if she sits on all 7 chairs at once, that's still not enough to support her immense weight. So she instead has to sit on the floor when eating. Which is probably for the best, because otherwise her head would bump against the ceiling. It's morning now. I'm currently laying on the softest bed known to man. And am woken by her surprisingly gentle yawn. She pulls me close, "Good morning, sleepy head," she says, "how'd you sleep?" "Slept like a baby. You?" "Great! But fucking starving! I'm so hungry, I could eat a house!" Giggling, I jump off her belly and onto the floor, "well, then let's get you something to eat!" Giddy, she jumps to her feet as well... ....and immediately falls through the floor... "GRETA! Are you alright?!" I shout. She landed in the living room on the first floor, her butt having cushioned her fall. She shouts upward, "I'm fine! Come on down, the pixies made breakfast!" I run downstairs. "Are you sure you're alright?" I ask, concerned for my friend, as she finishes changing into her new clothes for today. "Hank, I'm fine," she chuckles, "you worry too much." She kisses me on the cheek, then heads to the dining room. Her feet aren't even in the room yet, and tummy's already touching the table. Determined to sit down, she continues walking forward, her fat belly pushing the table away, until she eventually has enough room to sit down. I swear, each day, that table gets closer and closer to the wall. I sit across from her. I prepare myself a small plate, but mostly just watch in awe the incredible display of gluttony before me. Due to her incredible belly, she has to lean over quite a bit to reach her food. Her adorable double chin now completely engulfs her neck. There isn't even a neck to be seen anymore, just a fat (yet cute) bulge, perfectly highlighting her smile. Her smile isn't even contagious anymore, it's downright infectious. Despite her being huge enough that she could crush me with one felt swoop, she's also the cutest human being I've ever seen. Her laugh, her smile, the way she lights up when she sees more food. And that vibrant twinkle in her eyes whenever we're alone. That's it, I've made my decision. Today, I'm gonna ask her to be my girlfriend. I just can't stand the in between any more. I want to be hers, I want her to be mine.... Fuck....I sure hope she says yes... Once she's done with everything on the table, the pixies bring out a second course. I can actually feel her growing fatter over time. As her belly gets bigger, it pushes the table closer to the wall, and me with it. After seconds come thirds, then fourths. Until they've run out by the fifth round. By this point, I'm literally pinned to the wall by the table. "Hey, where's the food? I'm still hungry!" complains the greedy blonde. "I'm sorry, my Queen, but we didn't have any more courses prepared for breakfast, and we're already falling behind on lunch as it is," apologizes one of the pixies, taking his hat off to show sincerity. She pouts briefly, "Oh well, I still have an entire house full of snacks!" She says. She then starts to lean back, "WAIT GRETA--" I shout, right before her belly pushes the table, its edge jabbing me hard in the gut. "HANK!!" she exclaims, moving the table out of the way and running to me. "Are you alright?!" she asks, picking me up. "I...I think so," I say, somewhat weakly. She then picks up the table, turns it sideways, and sets it down in front of her gut, "There we go," she says, "That table was taking up too much space. Now we should both be able to use the dining room without getting hurt." I chuckle lightly. "Are you SURE you're alright, Hank?" she asks, concern in her voice. "I'm fine. I think I just need to lie down for a bit." "Okay," she says softly, kissing me on the forehead. I lie down on the couch. Now, I didn't mean to doze off. But somehow, despite the loud, thunderous footsteps in the background as Greta constantly scrambled around for more food, I fell asleep. ----------------- "LUNCH IS READY!" shouts one of the pixies. I hear it, but it's not enough to wake me from my slumber. "Coming!" I hear, from a beautiful voice. It's Greta. I'm still half asleep. All of a sudden, though, I'm awoken by what sounds like a stampede coming from upstairs. I turn to the stairway, and I see a gigantic white blob, breaking open a Wile E Coyote style hole in the comparatively tiny stairway opening, as this giant unknown monster sprints down the steps. But as the figure descends, I start seeing more than just a giant ball of what looks like fat. I see long golden hair. Then I see....boobs? Covered up by a very stretched out blouse. Then I see her face, and I put the pieces together. My jaw drops, and my penis becomes painfully erect. She continues sprinting toward the dining room, leaving behind a trail of destruction as she struggles to maneuver her giant body around the house. "Greta?!!" I ask, absolutely shocked. She stops dead in her tracks, "Hank! You're awake!" she exclaims, smiling. Again, I can't help but smile back. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Her body alone fills most of the living room. "Um, yeah, I guess I kinda dozed off..." I reply. "Are you still hurt?" "Um...no, I'm fine, actually." She sighs in relief. "Um, G-Greta, how did you, er......how much did you eat while I was out?" She giggles, "Well, first I ate all the furniture. Well, not all of it, I had to make a few obvious exceptions." My eyes widen. She continues, "But, it turns out, that wasn't a very filling snack. And lunch wasn't gonna be ready for another hour. My hands were tied, I had to eat the third floor." "W-what do you mean you ate the third floor?" "I ate it!" she replies, a cutesy, nonchalant tone in her voice.

*************************************************CHAPTER 7************************************************* ---------------------- "So, wait," I speak, "one more thing...why...why does Greta getting fat...turn me on?" I ask, nervously, "was the witch fat, too? Was this part of her spell?" "Nope. You can't change someone's sexual preferences. Not even with the strongest of magic." "Well...that doesn't matter. Greta's my best friend. So, for her sake, how do I break her spell?" "Um...you could try taking her back to the human world?" "That's what I'm trying to do! But she doesn't want to leave!" "Well, then I guess you can't break the spell." "But, if we don't, she'll just keep getting fatter and fatter! Which...well, okay, if she wants that, that's fine. But as long as she's under this spell, she doesn't really have a choice in the matter!" "Well, it's kinda too late for her to change back, anyway." "What? What do you mean?" "I mean, if you break the spell, that won't automatically make her thin again. She'd have to lose the weight on her own. And if she starts now, it'll probably take her until her late thirties to get back to her original weight." "...So...she'd be spending the rest of her youth miserably trying to lose weight...while working a miserable office job..." I say, having second thoughts. I head back to the master bedroom. Pondering what to do next. Pretty soon, though, I can hear Greta's loud, booming footsteps as she comes upstairs. Despite her gargantuan size, she's just as beautiful as ever. "Hank, I wanna tell you something..." she says. "I wanna tell you something too," I say, standing up. "I should go first. I think---RGGH, goddammit," she tries to squeeze into the double doorways. I should mention, those doors are actually really wide. At her original size, you could've easily fit 6 Gretas through this doorway, but now, you can't even fit one. "Ugh, how did these doors get so tiny?!" she complains, "I mean, look at me! How is it a girl as scrawny as me can't fit through this door?!" "Ummm....er, maybe it's one of those spells? One of the ones cast on the house?" I say, unsure of myself. "I mean, right? That's gotta be it. Well, I know how to fix this!" She then takes a few generous bites from the sides of the doorway, and even from the top of it so she doesn't have to crouch down to get through. "Alright, let's try this again!" She then just barely squeezes in, before closing the doors behind her. "So, Greta, you wanted to tell me something?" I ask my extremely obese friend. "Hmm? Oh, right," she takes a seat on the bed, causing it to let out a loud squeak. I sit next to her, she continues, "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry if I was being a bit selfish before. It's just...this past week has been the best week of my life. Ever since kindergarten, it's just been work work work, no break. Nothing but school, or college, or office work. Or internships, or church, or summer camp. All work, and it never felt rewarding. But this past week, I finally got a break. And...I've never been this happy. I was just kinda hoping....maybe you'd want to share this life with me...But, if you wanna go back home, I'll go with you. Because, I don't really care what I do with the rest of my life, as long as I do it with you." "Greta..." I say, blushing, "Well, the thing is, I was actually gonna say...I think we should stay here." "Really?" "Yeah, I won't really miss that office job. And I know just how miserable it's made you. I mean, I just, I need to make sure this is what you want. Are you absolutely sure you don't want to go back to your normal life?" She thinks for a bit, "yeah, I'm sure. There's no life I'd rather live than with you in this house..." she says, gently grabbing my hand, interlocking fingers. "Oh, and one more thing..." she says softly, leaning over to kiss me. I straighten my back and lean into it. There's just one problem. She's too fat. There's such an enormous barrier of ass fat between her and I, that we can't kiss while both sitting down. She tries pulling me closer, squishing me against her fat, but we still just barely fall short. Finally, I decide to crawl up onto her belly, and our lips finally meet. After nearly 20 years of being best friends, we've finally crossed the line and become, well, more than friends. I've dreamt of this day for so long, but I never imagined it'd come true. Her long, soft hair in my hands. Her strawberry flavored lips. Everything's just as I pictured it'd be. Except, of course, for one admittedly very big difference. If anything, though, her big, soft body makes it all the better. She grabs my hands and moves them to her breasts. Her big, fat, gigantic breasts. They've gotten really big. I don't even think the skinny version of Greta weighed as much as her boobs do now. Hell, I don't even think I weigh as much. And it probably goes without saying, they're REALLY soft. So, what happened next was, hands down, the best experience of my life. We had sex for what must've been a good few hours. Not that I could tell, Greta ate the clock this morning. Nevertheless, by the time it was all done, we basically couldn't move. I mean, we probably could have, but there was no will. She laid on the bed, I laid on her belly, and we both stared at the ceiling, before eventually just falling asleep. I could just vaguely hear her whisper something before she dozed off. I couldn't quite make out what it was, it sounded like "falafel".

*************************************************CHAPTER 6************************************************* Since then, I've spent most of each day searching and searching to find a way back home. Meanwhile, Greta has been spending her days at the house, gorging herself around the clock. Perpetually getting bigger and bigger. Each morning, the pixies have to make her a new set of clothes to accommodate for her ever-growing body. By the fourth day, she's already become taller and fatter than any human I've ever seen. Despite it all, though, she's just as energetic as ever, with no mobility problems to speak of. Not only that, but none of her fat seems to sag, all of it remaining plump, soft, and shapely. No signs of bagginess or cellulite. It's as if she's become immune to all the unseemly and off-putting deterioration expected from extreme weight gain. And for some reason, I keep getting more and more aroused by it. Every night I go to bed with her, my erection is even harder than the night before. I should clarify, we're not having sex, but I can't help but get a boner every time she wraps her fat arms around my skinny body. In fact, just last night, my hard on was so painfully hard, I had to get up and jerk off in the bathroom. I just wasn't gonna be able to sleep otherwise. It's now been a little over a week since we got here. Ten days to be exact. It's winter again. I'm out searching again. The pixies were kind enough to prepare me some winter clothes, and while I don't quite trust them, it's far too cold for me to have declined. It's almost sunset, I haven't even gotten lunch today. Just as I'm about to head back, I stumble upon a cave. It looks familiar. Shockingly familiar. I decide to walk through, and when I get to the other side, I no longer see snow. I see a grassy forest, with just a few dead leaves on the ground. As I walk further, I see our car. Still there, still parked. There's a ticket on it, but nobody's come to tow it yet. This is amazing! I've finally found a way out! I have to tell Greta! I tie my string around a nearby pole (just in case I get amnesia when I re-enter) and run back to tell Greta the good news. "Greta! Greta! I found a way back home!" I shout as I enter the gingerbread house. I see Greta at the dining room table, occupying four seats as she gobbles up what appears to be the last of tonight's dinner. Due to the lack of space behind her, her huge belly has to lay on the table as she eats. "You did?! That's great!" she exclaims, standing up and running towards me. She picks me up excitedly and wraps her fat arms around me, pressing me against her humongous belly. As I'm sure you can guess, Greta has has become very, very, very, VERY big. For starters, her head almost touches the ceiling when she stands. Oddly enough, despite her height, her hair still goes down to her hips like it always did. Almost as if her whole body is scaling up together. As for her weight, though....well, at this point, I don't even think I can put into words how fat she's become. Before all this, she was small enough to fit into a school locker. Now, though, I don't think she can even fit into a bathroom stall. Hell, I don't even think she can fit in an office cubicle. The thing is, though, that was already the case three days ago. And she's only gotten bigger since then. Like I said, I really don't know how to put it into words anymore. She sets me down, "I can't believe you finally found it! I was starting to think we'd never get back! God, could you imagine the story we'd tell?" "So...does this mean you're ready to go home?" I ask, tilting my head towards the ceiling to look her in the eyes. "Y....um, well..." she pauses, "...I mean, do we have to go now? Couldn't we wait just a little longer?" "Um...h-how much longer?" I ask nervously. "Well....um....I mean...." she bites her lip, "do we have to go back at all?" "H-huh?," I stutter. "Well, I mean, I don't really have a life back home. That small apartment. That stupid office job. We both work at the same office, you know how boring it is. Do you really want to go back there?" "But, but, this house, don't you see what it's doing to you?" Just then, some pixies come by, restocking the table with more food. You see, at this point, Greta's appetite has gotten so out of control, there isn't enough table space to accommodate it all. So, the pixies now have to prepare dinner (and all other meals) in multiple courses. The moment they start setting down food, my hungry friend runs back to the table and starts eating again. "Um, pixies," I say, "can I speak with you outside?" ---------------------- Once outside, I asked the pixies a lot of questions. About Greta, about the house, about their former master. I would've done this sooner, but like I said, I don't really trust them. With that said, these pixies are actually really, really stupid. I'll spare you the tedious conversation and summarize what they told me. For some reason, witches can't digest food they make with magic. So, when she was still alive, the witch would lure people into this world, fatten them up, and eat them. She cast many spells on this realm to make her job easier. One of which enhances the victims' appetites, making them easier to fatten up, while also making them oblivious to their gains. It doesn't impact their health or mobility, however, because if it did, the victims would die before properly fattened up. However, these spells only work on women and children. Because whenever a man wandered into her forest, instead of eating him, she would either seduce him, or....well, ** him. It appears there are a few side effects to these spells, however. One obvious side effect is the one on the victim's height. The witch fought desperately to counteract this, as it made it difficult to fit her victims into the oven, but she could never find a way around it. ----------------------

*************************************************CHAPTER 5************************************************* ************************* When we were kids, we'd often have sleepovers. We didn't want to sleep in sleeping bags, though, so we'd often just share beds. Sometimes, on cold nights, we'd even snuggle up together for warmth. I suppose it's kinda weird in hindsight, but we didn't think much of it back then. I mean, back then, we didn't really have much of a concept of...well, you know... ************************* After walking for a very long time, I start thinking about turning back. I hadn’t encountered anything strange along the way. I didn’t even see any wildlife. I saw traces of our trail of breadcrumbs at first, but they were all scattered around and didn’t really seem to go anywhere. Just as I'm about to turn around and follow the string back, I notice some lights in the distance. A house, maybe? I come closer, and to my surprise, I see what looks like a second gingerbread house. It’s very similar to the first one. It has 3 stories, a lake nearby. Same architecture. I walk around to the front door…only to see some string right out front. I open the door, I see one of the pixies. “Did you find anything, Hank?” one of them asks. “No, I think I must’ve gone in a circle. But…I could’ve sworn I was going in a straight line the whole time!” “This realm is separate from the rest of Earth. It’s very small, and at a walking pace, you can generally go around the whole world in a little under two hours.” "Yikes, have I really been out for that long?" Just then, I see Greta walking by. Except, she looks different than she did this morning. Her butt sticks out a great deal more, both butt cheeks looking like large orbs of fat. Her once thin face now has the slightest layer of pudge on it, with the beginnings of a double chin. Her belly is already sticking out from under her shirt, which I remind you was made for her just this morning. And she seems to have grown to well over 6 feet (30 cm) tall. As she gobbles up what looks to be a clock made of gingerbread, she turns to face me and runs up to me. Her rapid weight gains seems to have little if any impact on her mobility. "Hank! I missed you so much!" She exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug, my mouth and chin pressed between her huge breasts. "I've only been out for a few hours." I let out a muffled reply. "It felt like an ETERNITY, though! I'm so glad you're back!" "Greta," I start, kinda nervous at what I'm about to talk about, "have....have you noticed anything different about yourself since we got here?" "Hmm?" she lets go of the embrace, and looks down at herself, "hmm, not really, why do you ask?" "Nothing about your weight? Or your height?" "No" she says, confusion in her voice. "Greta, you're putting on a lot of weight. This house is doing something to you, and I'm scared for your health," I speak, scared after the fact of how she might react. "What on earth are you talking about?" she asks confused, "I'm just as skinny as ever." She pats her tummy, causing to to jiggle. "Greta...come with me, I need to show you something." She follows me to the bathroom, and we look in the mirror. As expected, I see a very tall, very fat (and admittedly very cute) blonde with long hair, standing next to a thin brunette man. "See?" my large friend responds, "Same as always! I'm the short, skinny one. You're the tall, cute one." She says, a smile on her plump face. "What is this, then?" I ask, grabbing her big belly, giving it a jiggle. "Stop it! That tickles!" she giggles, slapping my hand away. "What was I grabbing?" I ask. "You were pinching my stomach, weirdo," she replies playfully, "C'mon! The pixies made lunch!" She grabs me by the hand and eagerly leads me back downstairs. She has to be under some sort of spell. That's the only explanation for how she can be so oblivious to her tremendous weight gain, not to mention her staggering growth spurt. Once again, the pixies prepared a humongous feast for my hungry friend. She was practically watering at the mouth once it entered her gaze. She starts chowing down, her belly pressing against the table while she eats. "So what were you two doing upstairs?" asks a pixie. "Oh, he was just pinching my stomach and teasing me around." she replies, giggling. That wasn't at all what was going on. "Speaking of whom," Greta continues, "Hank, come sit with me!" Blushing, I oblige and take a seat next to my obese friend. I serve myself a normal sized lunch, while she serves herself 5. Though I'm almost certain she'll be hungry for more. I suppose if she can't figure out what's going on, the only way to stop this curse is to find our way back home. I just hope she isn't too upset once she realizes what's happened to her body. In the meantime, all I can do is sit and marvel at my friend's fantastic display of gluttony. By the time she finishes it all, her shirt barely covers her belly anymore. This really shouldn't be turning me on. "That was *really* good" Greta says, hands rested on her very fat belly. "I'm gonna go eat some more furniture, you wanna come with me?" she asks, quickly standing to her feet. "Oh, I'm not really hungry," I reply. "Not to eat, silly, to keep me company!" she giggles. "Oh, uh...okay." Over the next several hours, she continually gorges herself, getting fatter and fatter over time. As afternoon becomes night, the pixies set out a large dinner that fills the table. Once she finishes it all, the pixies set out an equally large dessert feast. Which, to be fair, is a bit redundant in a house literally made of dessert. After she eats that, though, she goes back to consuming even more furniture. Eventually, though, we both get pretty tuckered out. "I think I'm going to bed soon," she says, licking the icing from her fingers as she gets up. As she does so, I can see just how humongous she's become. For starters, she's now the height of a professional basketball player. Her breasts have attained that soft, bouncy shape that you only see on really fat girls. And her almost-double-chin has grown into a full double chin. "What are you looking at?" Greta asks, smiling cutely. "Um, I was, um, just thinking 'hey, where are gonna sleep tonight?'" I say nervously. "Oh my god, you're right! We didn't get to pick bedrooms yet! [GASP] I gotta be quick so I can call dibs on the best one!" The huge blonde then sprints upstairs, the steps creaking under her, her big butt shaking, and her long, golden hair waving behind her. I quickly run after her, trying to get dibs on a better bedroom. "Bam! Beat you to it!" she exclaims, having already found the biggest bedroom on the third floor. "Aw man. Well, I guess I'll just settle for the room across." I reply. She giggles, "or we could just share a bedroom together." she suggests. "Wh-then what was the point of us racing around trying to get the best room?!" I ask. She giggles, then shrugs. "So is that a yes on sharing beds?" she asks, hands behind her back. "W-wait, beds?" I ask. "Sure! The bed's more than big enough for us to share! It'll be like one of our childhood sleepovers!" "Um, er, uh, sure..." I respond nervously. She giggles. We both brush our teeth in the master bathroom. Her large breasts wobble around as she brushes, and her big belly bumps into me any time she turns slightly. It's just so jarring to me. I know I've said it multiple times, but I feel like this needs emphasizing: she was skinny as a stick yesterday morning. We both get in bed together. She acts as the big spoon, wrapping her fat arms around me. It actually is pretty reminiscent of our sleepovers. It was such an innocent thing back then, but I suppose when you're an adult, it takes on a much different connotation. Now, I should note, we didn't do anything sexual that night. Not that I didn't think about it. In fact, I don't think I've had a stronger erection in my life.

Okay, well, apparently, I can't edit chapters of the story after a certain amount of time, so I'll just put my edit summary right here. Because that's the best I can do, I guess On all other sites where I posted this story, I changed the time skip from 6 months to 1 month. I just felt like it made more thematic sense to have this all happen over a shorter time frame, especially considering what I had planned for future chapters.

***************************************************************CHAPTER 4*********************************************************** I wake up the next morning on the same couch. Greta’s in the other room, hungrily gobbling up a stack of pancakes. I stand up, arms stretched out and yawning. “Good morning sleepy head!” she playfully greets me with another of her contagious smiles. “Morning, Greta,” I reply, smiling back at her, “how'd you sleep?” “Great! You?” “Pretty goo—” I utter, before nearly tripping on the coffee table. Wait... “Um, Greta, was this coffee table here last night?” I ask. “Nope! Neither were these chairs, or this vase. The pixies say everything we eat here regenerates the next morning.” “Hmm, I guess we don’t have to worry about starving, then,” I say, walking to the dining room table. "Wait, Greta, didn't the pixies clean up last night?" I ask, staring at the cascade of dirty dishes covering up most of the table. "Of course, silly! [NOM] This is just from today's breakfast." Greta explains. "Wait, you had all this for breakfast?" I ask, shocked. "Yup! It was sooooo good! The pixies made me pancakes, eggs, waffles, French toast, omelets, normal toast, sausages, it was all so yummy!!!" From what I see on the table, this must've been a sizable feast, just as big as if not even bigger than the one last night. She continues, “Speaking of which, Hank, I saved you some food!” She gets up to bring me my breakfast. As she does so, I realize she's gotten very big this morning. While last night, she was somewhere between chubby and fat, now she's just fat. Her boobs have grown to a size you’d only see on an overweight woman. Her belly, which now juts even further out than her boobs, wobbles around with every step she takes. Not to mention, as she walks closer to me, I notice she’s now a good few inches taller than me. My morning wood, which was receding before, suddenly stands to full attention. What is wrong with me? Why is the idea of my best friend becoming fat so arousing to me? "What're you staring at?" Greta giggles, a suggestive smile on her surprisingly still thin face. "Um, oh, uhhhh..." I speak, flustered, "I was...just...wondering where you got that shirt from." "Oh this?" she asks, looking down, "My old shirt was getting pretty tight, so the pixies made me a new one. Do you like it?" She asks, tilting her gaze back to me. "Yeah, it's [GULP] it really suits you." Her smile widens. She hands me a plate with 2 pancakes, 2 slices of toast, 3 sausages, and some scrambled eggs. “Sorry that I didn't save you much,” she apologizes, looking down, "You gotta understand, I was really, really, REALLY hungry when I woke up!" "Don't worry, this is actually more than enough," I chuckle, "Besides, I'm glad you, *ahem* got enough to eat." I say, looking at her belly. "Well," she giggles, "you have to eat a big breakfast if you wanna keep a healthy metabolism. After all, how do you think I stay so skinny?" she replies, patting her fat belly, causing it to jiggle. She doesn't sound like she’s kidding. Surely, she’s gotta know, right? There’s no way she couldn’t realize it yet. “By the way,” the large blonde says, pulling me into a hug, “Thank you for yesterday, Hank. I know it's not what we had in mind, but it was honestly the best birthday ever.” She presses me against her soft belly. “N-no problem Greta,” I say, my wood growing stronger, my face growing redder, “y-you’re the best friend ever." She pauses, tilting her gaze down slightly to look at me, “Just friends?” she asks. I stutter, “What, no…um…I mean, I…” She smiles at me. Just then, though, our little moment is again interrupted by one of those annoying pixies. “My liege, do you want us to clean the table?” "Ugh," Greta turns to face the pixie, her belly rubbing against me, “yes, but don’t touch that one plate at the end, Hank still hasn’t eaten." “Yes, ma’am.” “You should probably go eat your breakfast,” Greta says softly, turning back to face me. Greta must’ve been up for a few hours to eat that much food. Yet despite it being out for so long, it's still warm. I suppose that must be another one of those spells the pixies mentioned. I proceed to eat my breakfast, the pixies proceed to clean up, and Greta proceeds to munch down on some candy furniture. I'm actually really worried about her. She’s never had an appetite like this before, it has to be some sort of spell. And if she really is oblivious to her weight gain, I'd hate to imagine how upset she'll be when she finally realizes what she's done to her body. I mean...I suppose she's not *that* fat. Once we get home and the spell wears off, it might only take her a few months to lose the weight, or at least get back down to a healthy weight. I just hope, for her sake, she doesn't get too much fatter. I suppose the best thing to do is to get back home as quickly as possible. “Um, hey Greta?” I ask my plus sized friend as she gorges on the peanut brittle umbrella stand. “[MMH], yeah?” “Do you remember how we got here?” “I….actually, I don’t…” “Come to think of it, the last thing I remember before walking with you in the snow was…I think…walking past a…hold on....let me see if I can remember anything after that, though…” “Pixies," Greta asks, "do you know how we can find our way home? For some reason, neither of us can remember how we got here.” “Ah yes, the amnesia spell. The witch made it so anyone who enters this realm cannot remember how they got here.” “Did she tell any of you how to get back?” Greta asks. “I’m afraid not. She feared we were too stupid to keep that information to ourselves.” the pixie replies. “Do you have any navigation tools or anything?” Greta asks. “Well, we have some string. You can look around the forest, unraveling the string as you go along, and when you need to get back, just follow the string back.” The pixie hands Greta a spool of thread, then continues, “I’m afraid that’s the best we can do for you, though. You’ll just have to look around.” Greta and I head out to find a way home. She brings the umbrella stand with her as a snack, as well as one of the couch cushions. Once she finishes those off, however, her belly immediately starts grumbling. "Um, hey, Hank..." Greta speaks sheepishly, "I'm getting kinda hungry, do you mind if I head back?" Shit, what do I say? It's not like I can tell her no, but at the same time, I'm scared what she might do to her body once she gets back to the gingerbread house. "Um," I speak nervously, "I was actually kinda hoping we could spend some more time together." "I know, and I was really hoping for that too, but I'm also really, REAALLY hungry!" she replies, her belly grumbling as she speaks. "Um..." I hesitate, "I suppose I can go looking by myself. I'll be sure to tell you if I find anything." "Thanks, Hank!" she replies hastily. She then gives me a quick hug, before sprinting back to the house like her life depends on it. Seeing her fat butt shaking behind her, I once again become erect. What is wrong with me?

******************************************************CHAPTER 3********************************************************************** When we get inside, we’re greeted by a large feast, big enough to feed a family. There are three large roasted chickens, a plate of butter rolls, mashed potatoes, mixed veggies, 2 big bowls of mac and cheese, a large apple pie, and a plate of sausages. I speak to the fairies, “Whoa, um, when Greta said she wanted a feast fit for a king…I don’t think she meant—” “IT’S PERFECT!” the curvy blonde interrupts, rushing over to the table to dig in to her feast. A pixie giggles, “feel free to eat whatever you want, your highness! The witch cast a spell that prevents us from running out of food or accumulating garbage, so if you get full, we can just throw the rest away.” “[MMMH!], thanksh, [mmm], wow, you guysh are shooo good at cooking!” Greta says, standing against the table and shoveling food into her mouth. Feeling pretty hungry myself, I grab a roll from the table. “DROP THAT ROLL AT ONCE!” one of the pixies commands, a deep intimidating pitch in his voice. “This feast is reserved for the royal Queen Gret—” “Whoa whoa, hey guys,” Greta interrupts, dropping all her food and positioning herself between the threatening pixie and myself, “Hank’s my friend, he can eat whatever he wants!” “Very well, my apologies your highness,” the pixie says, looking down. “You better be sorry. Guys, new rule, whatever you do, you don’t get to hurt Hank! Understood?” “But what if he acts out of line?” “If he acts out of line, I’ll punish him myself,” she says, playfully slapping me. “…very well…sorry m’lady.” “It’s alright,” she says, picking up from where she left off with her feast. I finally take a bite out of the butter roll. “Mmmh, you’re right, this is tasty!” “I know, right?!” she agrees, giggling. “Um, hey, pixies, do you know where all the chairs are?” I ask as I look around for a place to sit. “We only take orders from our queen!” a pixie responds. “Hey! Don’t be rude to Hank, either!” she yells at the pixies, before turning back to me, “Also, sorry Hank…I kinda ate all the seats.” “Wow, all of them? You must’ve been really hungry!” I exclaim. “[MMMH], you have no idea! I ate six chairs, a flower vase, and a coffee table before I called you downstairs!” That explains quite a bit, to be fair. “Anyways, sorry about the pixies threatening you Hank,” she apologizes. “It’s fine, it’s not like you could’ve known that would happen.” She smiles at me. Once again, I smile back. “Hey, pixies, can you go find a chair for my friend so he can sit his ass down?” “With pleasure, your majesty.” She giggles, still not accustomed to the regal titles. After they fetch me a chair, Greta orders the pixies to leave us alone. I assumed initially this was so we could continue from where we left off at the lake, but instead, Greta continues gobbling down the hearty feast. I suppose that moment can wait for another time. We’re still young, after all. It’s not like we’re in any rush. At some point, we both decide to change back into our normal clothes, but Greta makes haste in doing so so that she can return to her feast as soon as possible. I end up eating, well, a normal meal’s worth of food before I start feeling full. By that time, though, Greta’s eaten at least twice as much as me. And she’s still going. I never knew she had such an appetite. At some point, she’s exhausted most of the food within arm’s reach, and she begins to move around the table. It’s at this point that I begin to notice her body changing. Over time, her belly, boobs, and butt are all slowly but surely growing larger. Her belly begins pressing against the table, her butt jiggles more and more every time she has to move around the table, and at some point, a rip forms along the cleavage line of her once loose-fitting blouse. For some reason, I just can’t look away. When she finally finishes her great feast, she’s just barely on the verge between curvy and fat. From some angles she looks fat, and from some angles she just looks really thick. Her blouse is essentially a crop top at this point, and is basically on the verge of being ripped to shreds thanks to her large breasts. Her now exposed midriff reveals a very deep navel, and while it doesn't stick out as far as her boobs, her belly still juts out very far. I can see it jiggle around with every motion. She's still attractive in the conventional sense, but it's a fine line right now. “Ahhh, that really hit the spot!” Greta exclaims, hands on her plump belly, “That was so good, right?” “Yeah, it was pretty good.” I comment, standing up. She stretches and yawns, “God, I’m really tired for some reason.” She walks over to the couch, her butt jiggling behind her in the process, and takes a seat. As she walks over, I notice something: her and I are now the same height. “Come sit with me.” she says, patting the spot beside her. I do just that, and she leans her head on my shoulder, her soft hair brushing against me as she gently closes her eyes and smiles. What I decide to do next, admittedly a strange move, is to put my hand on her belly. Just to know what it feels like. “Hee hee, that tickles,” she says, eyes still closed. Her belly is so large. I mean, it doesn't compare to her breasts, but I never expected to see a gut like this on Greta. It’s so soft, too. You’d expect it to be bloated and hard after a feast like that. Maybe one of those spells the pixies talked about is causing her to digest food more quickly. That’s probably why it took so long for her to start feeling full. That is, assuming she is full, and not just tired of eating. I can’t believe this is the same girl from this morning. She looks so much fuller. I hope for her sake that she doesn’t fill out any further. I’m still struggling to judge whether or not she fully qualifies as “fat”. Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t more attracted to her now. It’s normal to be attracted to curvy women, right? I wonder if that’s the end goal of the spell, to bring us closer together somehow. She does seem a lot looser around me than she was before. I haven’t looked in a mirror lately, I wonder if the spell is making me more attractive to her as well. Perhaps she’s no longer hungry now. Perhaps the spell has done all it needed to do. I’d have to assume the spell is also responsible for her change in height. I mean, I still thought she was cute when she was shorter, but…I mean, something kinda feels more natural about this, now that we’re the same height. Suddenly, I start getting tired as well. We both fall asleep in each other’s arms, and for a whole night, everything was perfect. The next morning…

******************************************CHAPTER 2******************************************************** I follow the now-curvy blonde downstairs. Along the way, I notice that, on top of gaining weight, she also, for some reason, has grown taller. She’s not as tall as me, but she’s not nearly as short as she was this morning. She leads me to the kitchen, and quickly warns me, “Okay, so…don’t freak out, but…” before opening the oven. What I then see, I should warn, is gruesome. It appears to be a humanoid figure that’s been burnt to a crisp. “Greta! What did you do?!” I exclaim, horrified. “I swear it wasn’t me! I was planning on making some dinner, and when I opened the oven, this is what I saw! That’s why I asked you to come down here!” After further inspection, we find that the burnt human is cold, indicating this was done a while ago. “What do we do with it?” I ask my friend. I hear her stomach grumble, “I don’t know, but we better hurry up, I’m starving! And we can’t make dinner with a corpse in the oven…at least I hope it’s a corpse…god forbid it’s still alive…” We both pull the dead body out of the oven, and carry it outside. Several pieces of char fall off the body as we carry it. Once we drop it outside, what we see, believe it or not, is even stranger. We see several…I think they’re fairies? Maybe pixies? Whatever they are, they fly towards us. “You summoned us, queen?” One of them says. But as they see the charred corpse, they all gasp. “You killed our queen!” One exclaims. “What happened to our queen?” “When did this happen?” “Is this why she hasn’t summoned us in 87 years?” Scared, Greta speaks, “Um…I…I think she’s dead…” The small creatures pause for a moment, before rejoicing, “Hooray! The witch is dead!” One of them gets on the floor and delivers a pathetic kick to the corpse. They begin to celebrate, and while I was scared before, now…I’m more or less just confused. “What are you…things?” I ask over the loud sounds of celebration. “We’re pixies! We were summoned to serve our witch queen!” “But now that she’s dead, we no longer have to serve the mean old witch!” “Ma’am,” one of the pixies says to Greta, “as gratitude for killing the wicked witch who showed no mercy, we’d like to make you our new queen!” I correct the pixie, “Oh, no, she didn’t ki—” Greta slaps a hand over my mouth and interrupts, “I’d LOVE to be your new queen!!” “Hooray!” the pixies rejoice. “Greta, what are you doing?” I whisper to her, “We don’t know what these things are, for all we know, they’re the ones who put that supposed witch in the oven.” “Oh relax, what’s the worst that could happen?” she whispers back. She then turns to the still celebrating pixies, “My first command as your queen is for you to make us dinner!” “Oh, we’re not allowed in the gingerbread house.” “Yeah, Miss Witch made that very clear. The first and last pixie who went into the house got her wings pulled, her hair shaven, and was drowned in a boiling cauldron.” Greta replies, “Well ‘Miss Witch’ isn’t here anymore. I’m your new queen, and I’m hungry! Now make us some dinner, chop chop!” “Hooray!” the pixies cheer, rushing inside and scrambling around the kitchen. “What would you like us to make?” asks one of the pixies with a scratchy voice. “Surprise me! Just make sure it tastes good! And make sure it’s a feast built for a king, I’m STARVING!” my hungry friend commands, her tummy grumbling in agreement. “Yes ma’am!” the pixie responds enthusiastically. “Oh, one more thing,” Greta says to the pixies. “Yes, your highness?” one of them asks. Greta giggles at her new title, “The snow, would that happen to have anything to do with this ‘Miss Witch’ you mentioned?” “Yes, the witch casted all sorts of spells and enchantments on this realm. The seasons go by very quickly here, that’s why it’s currently covered in snow.” “Right…well, could you by chance make it Summer?” “Of course! That’s one of the few spells the witch taught us how to cast! She didn’t want to go through the trouble every time of—” “Just do it, okay?” Greta commands. A pixie whispers some strange incantation. All of a sudden, just outside the window, all the snow starts melting. Greta grabs me by the hand and pulls me back outside. I chuckle at her enthusiasm. Just outside the house, we see a huge lake. It's not gross or filled with algae, it's a clear blueish hue. No frogs, no geese, I don't even see any fish. “Yes! I can finally go swimming for my birthday!” Greta exclaims excitedly, “Hank, go inside and get our swimsuits, m’kay?” “Sure thing, birthday girl,” I say, smiling. I just can't help it, like I said, her smile’s contagious. Once we get our swimwear on, I have to do a double take on Greta. Now, I've always been pretty slim, but Greta was always the skinniest of us two. Looking at her now, though…well, I think I'm the skinny one now. Her boobs look like they're gonna explode out of her bikini top any second. Her butt and thighs are stretching the shit out of her bikini bottom, resulting in her having to readjust her wedgie every several seconds. And her belly, while not fat, appears to have a much thicker layer of pudge than I previously thought. “So, how do I look?” she asks, beaming with happiness. “…you look beautiful” I respond, a bit awestruck. “Awww, thanks! You look pretty handsome yourself! Race you to the pond!” she exclaims, running outside. I quickly sprint after her. Her big butt jiggles behind her and her long hair waves in the wind. “Hah! Beat you!” the curvy blonde exclaims after jumping into the lake. “No fair, you got a head start!” I object, dipping a toe into the water. It's surprisingly warm, despite having thawed out just a few minutes ago. “No need to be such a sore loser!” she says, giggling as I finish submerging myself in the water. Greta then splashes me. “Greta?” “What?” she says innocently, before splashing me again. “Cut it out,” I say, giggling. “Cut what out?” she says, once again splashing me. I splash her back, and we end up getting into somewhat of a splash fight. “Thunder clap!” she exclaims, lowering her voice and clapping her hands to send a large splash my way. In doing so, I can see her generous breasts jiggle through the progression of her clap. After a while, the splash fight dies down, and she races me to the other side of the lake. Under normal conditions, I’d probably win this race, but given her now more buoyant figure, she ends up just barely beating me. After about an hour or so of just playing around in the lake, we stop at a shallow zone close to the gingerbread house to take a breather. “God, today has been perfect…” Greta says, leaning back, hair hanging down into the water. “Really?” I ask, questioning her judgement. “Of course! I mean, the nearly freezing to death part sucked.” “Which, again, sorry for that…” I interrupt. “It’s fine, it’s not like you could’ve known that would happen. Anyways, aside from that, this day was pretty great.” “So, you’re not at all bothered by the fact that we’re currently lost in some…weird magical forest, and we have no idea how to get back home?” I say, a bit of sarcasm in my voice. “Nah, I don’t mind. It’s not like I had anything to do back home anyway. Besides, if I had to be lost in the forest with anyone,” she leans against me, “I’d want it to be you.” I blush. “H-hey, um…Greta?” I speak nervously. “Yeah?” “I’ve been meaning to ask you…whatever happened to that one guy you were engaged to, Henry?” She giggles, “well, first of all, we weren’t engaged, that would imply I said yes. And second of all, Henry and I haven’t talked since that night.” “So, you two are…” “Yeah, we broke up that night.” “But…why? You seemed so happy together.” “I was. We were. Happy, that is. It’s just…when I saw him, down on one knee, I realized…” she gets off me, turns her head to me, and her face goes a somewhat awkward red, “I realized, I know exactly who I want to spend my life with, and…it’s not Henry…” “You do? It’s not?” I say, growing all the more nervous. “…Hank…” she starts, placing her hands on my shoulders, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” She leans toward me. Oh god, this is it, isn’t it? I lean into the kiss as well, but just before it happens… “DINNER’S READY!” exclaims a pixie from far away. Suddenly, I hear a loud grumble from Greta’s stomach. Her attention is completely redirected as she gets up, grabs my hand, and runs toward the house, her large butt jiggling behind her. Once again, I chuckle at my friend’s enthusiasm as she takes me to the house.

Contains Female WG & GTS. The intro is long, and contains some arguing, but the weight gain is fast. Oh, and just to make it perfectly clear, the main characters are NOT brother and sister. Enjoy! ***************************************************************CHAPTER 1*********************************************************** How did we get to this point? How did a simple walk through the forest turn into me arguing with my best friend as we both freeze to death in the snow? "How was I supposed to know it'd start snowing in the middle of the Summer?" I shout, the only way she'd hear me over the freezing winds. "You could've at least had SOME sort of emergency plan, Hank!" Greta replies, projecting a deal of anger you wouldn’t expect from someone of her short stature and stick thin frame. "I did have a plan! I left a trail of breadcrumbs!" "We were going to use that bread to make sandwiches!" I should probably back up a bit. It all started this morning. It's Greta's birthday, and she wanted to go the beach. But there was just one small problem: all the roads were blocked off. We actually spent an hour driving around, before eventually, I just suggested we park somewhere close to the beach and walk from there. So that brings us to now, walking through the forest, in the midst of an unexplainable blizzard. "This is just great! I'm cold! I'm starving! Honestly, this is the best birthday present ever! I always wanted to freeze to death!" Greta shouts. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen, okay?!" I reply, on the verge of tears. "Hank...I don't wanna argue. Let's just focus on staying alive, okay?" she says, trying her best not to cry as well. I nod. Just then, I notice something, "Greta, look!" I exclaim, pointing at a faint orange glow in the fog. She gasps, "Do you think someone's there?" "Let's see!" We run as fast as we can towards the light in the distance, taking long steps so we can get through the thick, summer snow. ********************* Greta and I have been friends for a long time. We were next door neighbors as kids. Her house had a swimming pool, my house didn't, so one day, my parents asked hers if I could come over. We've basically been best friends ever since. Her parents would always comment about “how nice our little Margaret is getting along with the boy next door.” Her parents always called her that, Margaret. She went for Greta for short. Some people call her Marge…she doesn’t usually like those people. ********************* As we run closer and closer, we see that the source of light is from some sort of house. When we finally arrive, we make no haste in getting inside, not even bothering to knock first. "THANK GOD! WARMTH!" Greta exclaims as she darts in. Keep in mind, it's the middle of July, none of us even thought to bring winter gear. The moment we're both in, I shut the door, place my hands in my armpits, and sit down against the wall, curled in a ball. “Hank, are you seeing this?” Greta asks in awe. I look up, only now realizing that this house is made entirely of candy. “This can’t be real…” I speak, taken aback, but not willing to muster the strength to get up. She takes a whiff, “It smells divine,” she says, ecstasy in her voice. While Greta is probably just as cold if not more so than I, her stomach has also been grumbling practically nonstop since we started walking. Her intense hunger outweighs her desire for warmth, and she starts nibbling on one of the dining room chairs. “Mmmmh! Sho good!” she says, a bright smile on her face. I swear, her smile is contagious. Whenever she does it, I can’t help but smile back. “Hey Greta…I’m sorry I got us into this mess.” I apologize, head tilted down. She smiles at me, “It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to.” “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I ask. “Hmmm, well for starters, could you please look around the house to see if anyone’s home?” My feet still somewhat numb, I struggle to stand up, before searching the house for inhabitants. Greta, meanwhile, continues to feast on the peppermint legs and graham cracker seat of her chair. I search through every room in this strange house. There are three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room. This is actually a pretty sizable house. And while I wasn’t searching rigorously for exceptions, it seems the only things in this house that aren’t made of candy are the blankets in the bedrooms and the toiletries in the bathrooms. And yet I couldn’t spot a single living soul. “I don’t think anyone’s home, Greta.” I speak to my friend, who continues to hungrily consume the candy chair. “[MMMH] That’sh good to know. If anyone comesh home [GULP] I’m sure we can explain to them the whole thing.” “Hey, Greta,” I ask, “do you need anything else? It was pretty cold out, I’m scared we might’ve gotten hypothermia.” “It’s weird, I was cold before, but once I started eating, I warmed right up…” “Really? What’s in this candy?” I ask. She offers me a piece of the chair. Hesitantly, I decide to take a bite. “Did that help?” she asks sincerely. “…A bit…but not much…” “Aww, I’m sorry…” “I don’t think I have hypothermia…I don’t think…I think I just need to get under some covers and lie down…are you gonna be okay down here?” I ask, still concerned for my best friend. “I’ll be fine. Just get some rest,” she reassures me. “Okay…happy birthday, Greta.” I say, sincerely. “Thanks Hank,” she replies with a slight smile. I smile back, even her lesser smiles are contagious. ********************* Greta and I went to school together, from elementary to high. We’d often be in the same classes together, and usually sit together at lunch. She always had a specific look to her: long, straight, blonde hair down to her hips, a modest blouse, and usually some sort of accessory in her hair. When we were walking through the forest, she was wearing a blue plastic headband. She was taller than me when we were kids, but when we hit puberty, I became the tall one. Now that we’re both adults, she stands at a petite 4’9, 85 lbs. (152 cm, 41 kg), whereas I stand at 5’8, 120 lbs. (170 cm, 54 kg). We were always best friends, but never more than that…not that I didn’t think about being more. I was always scared if we dated, it would ruin things between us. Besides, we were always dating someone else. She dated 2 guys in high school, and I dated…one girl, for like a week. Well, okay, but I had more relationships when I went off to college. As for Greta, she actually almost got engaged. They were both really happy together, but then he proposed, and that was the last I ever heard of him. ********************* I’m woken up by a lovely voice whispering in my ear, “Pssst! Hank!” “Hmm?” I ask, turning to face the blonde beauty. Thoroughly convinced the events I experienced were nothing but a dream, I'm surprised when I turn to see the same gingerbread house, the same chocolate bar door, and the same icing lined ceiling. To be honest, though, the most surprising thing I see is Greta herself. She’s now a much different looking woman than she was this morning. Her once petite A cups have grown to triple Ds at least. Her once small bottom has rounded out to be shapely and plump. Even her once flat belly now has a layer of pudge on it. “Hey, Hank…would you mind coming downstairs for a bit?” She asks, a bit of concern on her face.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////CHAPTER 5////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// It’s been roughly 3 weeks since Sarah and I first made love. Since then, I’ve stayed the night with her every night I had work. She's been a lot more happy since that night, not that she was ever particularly unhappy. And something I’ve learned about Sarah, she eats more when she’s happy. Much more. Following the standards set before, if she were just as fat as she is now, but as tall as the average person, I think she’d be about 500 lbs (225 kg), possibly even more. She went from being stick thin, to having a bit of a belly, to having a lot of a belly, to being fat, to being huge. When we walk to class together, she often gets stares from classmates. Even the professor has trouble not showing surprise. Keep in mind, Sarah's only been in this class for about a month, and she’s already doubled in weight since then. I’m convinced the only classmates not staring just don't realize that the girl who sits next to me now is the same girl who sat next to me at the start of the semester. Whenever I deliver pizza to her, she always gives me a big hug. It’s still jarring when she does this, since when she first hugged me, she was rather slender. Even as she started getting chubby, she wasn’t that wide. Her body just looked like a much, much thicker version of what it was before. Now, though, her body frame is nothing short of the word "round". Her belly not only bulges outward, but to the sides as well now. I used to be able to reciprocate her hugs, but I can no longer wrap my arms all the way around her fat stomach. It’s genuinely shocking how fast she’s growing (and, if I’m being honest, a little hot). I'm at work right now, expecting to see Sarah tonight. Much to my surprise, though, my expectations are met even sooner than that. I hear loud footsteps coming from outside, followed by an audible feminine grunt. I'm currently making pizza, but decide to subtly lean my head over to get a better look. Lo and behold, I see my gargantuan girlfriend, crouching slightly so her head doesn't hit the doorway, and struggling to fit her fat body through the double doors. Well, technically just one door, the other one's always locked. She eventually squeezes her big, round body through the doorway, panting slightly before regaining composure and getting in line. "Hi, is Peter here today?" she asks the cashier, who tries not to show his shock at her sheer size. "Um...y-yes miss, but he's busy at the moment." "Well, I'm sure he could spare a moment. I just wanted to stop by and say hi is all." "W-with all due respect, ma'am, unless you're ordering something, policy says you have to leave." "Hmm, well I suppose I am pretty hungry...how about 10 orders of extra large meat lovers pizza?" The cashier takes a hesitant look at this humongous woman, before replying, "um, can I assume that'll be to go?" "Nope! For here, please!" she says, a cute smile on her plump face. "Um...I'm afraid we can't fit that many pizzas on one table..." "Oh it's fine! Just put them in boxes, I don't mind!" "Um...sure....anything else?" "Yeah, can Pete bring them to my table?" "Um...I guess..." he turns to face me, "Hey Pete! Ten pizzas for here! She wants you to box 'em up and bring them to her yourself!" Leaning my head over, I respond, "Got it!" Seeing me, Sarah's smile lights up instantly, "Hi, Peter!" she exclaims, hand waving high and belly pressing into the counter. "Hey, Sarah!", I call to her from across the room, "We got a bunch of orders today, so we can only make two of your pizzas at a time! Is that okay?" I ask. "Sounds good!" the large redhead replies, before looking back at the somewhat confused cashier. "Can he deliver them to me two at a time? I'm REALLY hungry!" She says, hands on her huge gut. "I'm sorry ma'am, we have to give it all at once along with a receipt." "Ugggh! Fine! Can you make it five separate orders?" "Five orders, two pizzas each?" "Yyyyup!" she says happily." He rings her in, "$60.33 is your total." She pays the man and squeezes her huge body into one of the booths. Her great, big belly is pressed heavily against the table frame, but she doesn't seem too uncomfortable. As she waits, she holds a gaze on me, elbow on the table and head in her hand as she looks at me from across the room. Eventually, I bring over two large pizza boxes. She looks at me giddily as I carry them to her. "Two extra large meat lovers pizza for a miss....Sarah Matthews?" I say, reading off the order and pretending not to know her name. "Yup!" she replies, giggling. I place the pizza boxes on the table in a way that they don't get pushed over by her fat belly. "The rest will be coming over shortly!" "Thank you mister...what's your name again?" she says jokingly. "Peter." "Thank you Peter." She says, giggling as she reaches her plump fingers for a slice.