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  1. Where's the rest of the story ;-; ??

  2. Chapter 19 - Spring Break Pt. 3 Brittney's eyes brimmed with tears, each droplet reflecting the raw emotions surging through her: shame, guilt, vulnerability. The thought of having lost Mike, of him being repelled by her current state, was too overwhelming to bear. The strong and confident facade she had built throughout the day crumbled in an instant. "Hey, hey," Chloe cooed softly, kneeling down beside Brittney. She tenderly brushed a few strands of hair from Brittney's face, her thumb gently wiping away a tear. "Look at me. It's going to be okay." Brittney's lip trembled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think he hates me now?" Chloe took a deep breath, hesitating for a brief moment before replying. "Mike loves you, Britt. Let me talk to him, okay?" Brittney nodded weakly, attempting a small smile. Chloe gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before heading towards Mike's room. Left alone, Brittney's gaze drifted down to her distended belly, now a testament to the excesses of the evening. She placed a trembling, chubby hand on it, feeling its warmth and fullness. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the vast expanse of her stomach. She thought back to all the moments she shared with Mike, their laughter, the gentle touches, the tender kisses. She couldn't fathom a life without him, and the thought of pushing him away due to her growing appetite and Chloe's influence weighed heavily on her heart. The room seemed to close in on her, and a barrage of questions consumed her mind. Would Mike still want her after witnessing such a vulnerable moment? Was she losing herself? She wasn’t supposed to be like this, after all. Deep in her introspection, the only sound that prevailed was the steady rhythm of her breathing and the distant muffled voices of Chloe and Mike from the adjacent room. Brittney felt the weight of her decisions pressing down on her, both figuratively and literally. The couch seemed to envelop her as she sank into it, clutching her overfilled belly. She tried to recall the lean, athletic figure she once had. The muscles that rippled under her skin every time she'd sprinted down the track, the stamina she had that let her outlast everyone else, the pride she'd felt every time she had crossed the finish line first. Now, just moving from one end of a room to another was an exhausting endeavor. Each step was punctuated by a soft jiggle, each breath a labor. She missed the control she had over her body, the predictability of it. The way it responded, almost immediately, to the hours of training and the carefully measured meals. This? This was chaos. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own now, growing and expanding in ways she couldn’t fathom. Tears began to stream down her face. The reality of her transformation weighed heavily on her, and the implications of what had transpired that night began to sink in. She remembered the original plan – a temporary change, just a month. But here she was, half a year later, and she felt trapped in this new form, unsure if she could ever get back to normal. And amidst all the doubt, fear, and regret, a single thought kept gnawing at the back of her mind. It was a whisper, soft but insistent, "Did I do this to myself? Did I want this, even a little bit?" The maddening blend of pleasure and pain she felt, the twisted sense of satisfaction after each indulgence, the thrill she felt under Chloe's influence. All of it begged the question: was this change entirely unwelcome? Drowning in the sea of her thoughts, she hardly noticed when Chloe returned to the living room, her expression unreadable, giving no clue as to what had transpired between her and Mike. “What’d he say?” Chloe shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Brittney's gaze. "I think you should ask him that yourself," she finally murmured. As if on cue, the door to Mike's room opened slowly, revealing a clearly agitated but composed Mike. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, now seemed to be clouded with a mixture of concern and confusion. He paused for a moment, as if mustering up the courage, then approached the couch where Brittney lay. The room was filled with tension, the palpable silence only interrupted by Brittney's labored breathing. Each second felt like an eternity as Mike drew nearer, his eyes locked onto hers. "Do you love me?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cut through the silence like a blade. Swallowing hard, with tears still shimmering in her eyes, Brittney replied, "Yes, Mike. I love you. More than anything." Mike paused, taking a deep breath as if preparing himself for the next question. "But you... you love this, don't you?" He motioned vaguely towards her swollen figure, his voice a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Brittney's heart raced. She was trapped between her feelings for Mike and the undeniable allure of the life she'd been living recently. Admitting it out loud felt like a betrayal, not only to Mike but to the athlete she once was. Yet, lying would be an even greater betrayal to herself. She hesitated, her eyes darting between Mike and Chloe, as if searching for some kind of answer. "I... I don't know," she stammered. Mike knelt beside her, gently placing a hand on her face, guiding her to look into his eyes. "Brittney," he whispered, "I need to know." She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering herself. When she reopened them, there was a vulnerability there, a raw honesty. "Yes," she whispered back, her voice quivering, "I do. I can't explain it, but I do." Mike's fingers brushed over Brittney's face, wiping away the tears. "Is this really what you want, Britt?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a quiet intensity. Brittney looked at him, her emotions a whirlwind. "I don't know, Mike," she admitted, her voice breaking. "It's all so overwhelming. I never imagined feeling this way or living like this. But there's something about it..." Without breaking eye contact, Mike reached for the hem of her pants, his touch gentle yet decisive. As he began to ease them off her hips, the cool air against her skin sent shivers up her spine. Slowly, he pulled the bikini bottoms down as well, exposing her fully to him. Brittney's breath caught in her throat, her feelings of vulnerability intensifying under his unwavering gaze. Yet, beneath the vulnerability, there was a fire, a raw need and desire that she hadn't realized was burning so fiercely within her. Mike leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. "I never considered how attractive this could be," he confessed. "I always loved you, regardless of your size, but seeing you like this... It made me realize something." Brittney's heart raced, her eyes searching for answers. "What?" she asked, her voice trembling. "That I obviously have a thing for bigger girls," he admitted with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "But more than that, I want to be there for you, support you. Feed you. If this is what you want, Brittney." Brittney's breath hitched as Mike's fingers traced delicate patterns across her sensitive skin. The intimacy of the touch sent shockwaves throughout her body, making her writhe beneath him. As her thoughts were consumed by the sensations Mike was eliciting from her, she almost missed the quiet footfalls that approached. Chloe, standing at a short distance, watched with a mixture of fascination and hunger. In her hands, she held a tub of Ben and Jerry's, the rich scent of the creamy dessert filling the air. Brittney, realizing the scenario unfolding before her, felt a rush of emotions - shock, arousal, anxiety, and an undeniable excitement. The idea that Chloe might join in, turning their duo into a tantalizing trio, was both unexpected and thrilling. "Come here," Mike's voice beckoned Chloe, its deep timbre dripping with anticipation. Brittney looked between the two of them, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. This was new territory for her, uncharted waters that both frightened and lured her in equal measure. As Chloe moved closer, Mike took the tub from her hands, dipping a finger into the cold, creamy substance before bringing it to Brittney's lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sweet flavor, the sensation heightened by the intense gaze of the two people she was now caught between. Chloe, not to be left out, took a spoonful of the ice cream, tracing it along the curve of Brittney's stomach before feeding it to her. The cold of the ice cream contrasted sharply with the warmth of Chloe's touch. The dim light of the room played across Brittney's face, her eyelids heavy with pleasure and intoxication. With every breath, every touch, she was swept up in a tidal wave of sensations, both familiar and new. The weight of her bloated stomach, the steady rhythm of Mike's caresses, and the continuous taste of rich ice cream melded into an overwhelming symphony. "Come on, Britt," Chloe cooed, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Just take another bite." Brittney, her lips slick with melted ice cream, attempted to protest. "I can't... I'm so full," she murmured, her voice breathy. But Chloe was persistent, her fingers tracing a line down Brittney's neck, over the expanse of her heaving chest, and resting on her distended belly. "You always want more, don't you? You're insatiable," Chloe whispered into her ear, her tone dripping with playful dominance. Despite her protests, Brittney found herself opening her mouth for another spoonful, the cold sweetness contrasting with the heat building within her. The room was thick with tension, and every sound - the clink of the spoon, their combined breathing, the low moans - amplified the headiness of the moment. As the intensity of the moment continued to rise, Brittney felt a profound yearning building inside her. The combination of Mike's handjob and Chloe's gentle yet persistent feeding created an overwhelming surge of desire. Her breath became shallow, her voice shaky. "Mike," she managed to whisper between gasping breaths, "please." Mike's gaze met hers, their connection palpable. With a swift yet gentle motion, he shifted Brittney onto her side. The sensation of being moved, her overfilled stomach pressed against the soft couch, heightened her anticipation. As he positioned himself atop her enormous, tree trunk of a thigh and finally entered her, a sharp gasp escaped Brittney's lips. Chloe seized the moment, bringing another spoonful of the decadent ice cream to Brittney's open lips. The contrasting sensations – the cold, sweet richness of the ice cream and the deep, rhythmic thrusts from Mike – became almost too much to handle. The boundaries of pleasure, indulgence, and intimacy became intertwined in a dance that none of them had anticipated. Brittney's senses were overwhelmed. Each thrust caused her body to jiggle and wobble, sending ripples through her soft flesh. The sensation was amplified by the cooling trickle of melted ice cream that Chloe poured straight into Brittney's waiting mouth. It spilled over, a mix of vanilla and chocolate cascading down her chin and settling onto her swollen breasts, each drop leaving a cold, tingling path in its wake. "Like that?" Mike asked in a husky voice, his gaze locked onto hers, pupils dilated with desire. Brittney, gasping for breath between spoonfuls of ice cream, felt a surge of both embarrassment and exhilaration. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Tell me what I am." Mike, sensing what she needed, hesitated for only a moment before murmuring, "You're a hungry, fat cow, aren't you? Just look at you, gorging yourself." Brittney shivered, not from the cold of the ice cream, but from the raw intensity of Mike's words. It was as if a secret part of her, one she barely acknowledged, was being laid bare. And rather than finding it repulsive, there was a strange, seductive thrill in the acknowledgment. Chloe's teasing voice joined in, the edge of mischief evident, "She can't help herself, can she? So greedy, so needy. What a spoiled princess" "You've put on quite some weight, haven't you?" he murmured, teasingly. "Do you think you're getting too fat?" Chloe, watching the intimate act with a smirk, leaned in closer, her fingers grazing Brittney's cheek. "Oh, she's nowhere near fat enough," she countered, spooning another dollop of melting ice cream into Brittney's mouth. The room was thick with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. To Brittney, every word was magnified, every touch more intense. She felt as if she was on display, the subject of their discussion and fantasies. Their words, spoken about her as though she wasn't present, amplified the eroticism of the moment. The two continued their playful banter, discussing Brittney's expanding form, her insatiable appetite, and the endless possibilities of further indulgence. And while the words should have been degrading, they had the opposite effect on Brittney. Being objectified in this manner, reduced to nothing more than a vessel of pleasure and gluttony, it fueled a fire within her. Chloe's grin widened, the mischievous glint in her eyes unmistakable as she brought the tub of melted ice cream to Brittney's lips. Holding her head back, Chloe slowly tilted the tub, allowing the viscous sweetness to pour out in a steady stream. Brittney choked briefly, unprepared for the sudden deluge, but then relaxed, letting the sugary cream flow down her throat. As the coldness filled her, her already distended stomach felt tighter, more taut. Yet it still sagged heavily against the couch, an undeniable testament to her indulgence. Chloe's hands roamed freely over the expanse of softness, fingers sinking in, kneading and playing with the yielding flesh. "You really have outdone yourself, Britt," Chloe teased, her voice dripping with mock admiration. "So full and round. Just look at you!" Caught in the heady whirlwind of sensation and emotion, Brittney let herself go. The combination of Mike's dominant tone and Chloe's playful taunts pushed her further into the depths of ecstasy. The sensations coursing through her body were unlike anything she'd ever experienced. The combination of the physical pleasure, the taste of sweetness, and the verbal teasing was intoxicating. The culmination of all these sensations brought her to a breaking point, where desire and surrender became indistinguishable. Mike's rhythm never faltered, each movement deliberate and perfectly timed to intensify the sensations coursing through Brittney. The combined stimulation – the coolness of the ice cream, Chloe's taunting words and hands on her belly, and Mike's passionate rhythm – were too much. It all culminated in an overwhelming climax that rocked Brittney's entire form, waves of pleasure radiating outwards from the epicenter of sensation. Chloe leaned in, her lips brushing against Brittney's ear as she whispered, "Good piggy." The words, though playful, were laden with implications that sent another shiver down Brittney's spine. The duality of the situation, the pleasure and the humiliation, intertwined in a dance that left Brittney's heart racing. Brittney felt the weight of her engorged belly pressing down on her, every part of her body throbbing from both the feeding and the climax. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, torn between her current state and the memories of her former athletic self. The comparison was night and day, and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever see that toned figure in the mirror again. Yet, the thoughts of returning to her old reality filled her with a deep-seated dread. She remembered the exhilarating highs of her athletic achievements, but also the constant pressure to maintain that body, that image. The freedom she felt now, indulging without care, had an allure that she couldn't deny. But at what cost? She looked down, seeing her body stretched and marked from her excesses. The realization that Mike was still in the room brought her back to the present. Their relationship had always been rooted in mutual admiration and respect. But she couldn't help but wonder how he truly felt about this transformed version of her. Would he still exist as part of her life if she chose to revert to her old self? Or was this indulgent, plump version of her the only way to hold on to him? And then there was Chloe, with her sly smirks and teasing. She was both the catalyst and the accomplice in this journey, pushing and prodding Brittney down this path. Brittney couldn't help but feel a growing dependence on Chloe, who in turn had taken over Brittney's old lifestyle. She felt her eyelids growing heavy as the food coma set in, a soft groan escaping her lips as she sank further into the plush couch. Amidst the lingering haze of pleasure and satiety, she thought about the monkey paw - its three wishes, two of which had completely changed her life. And now, with the potential of the paw sealing her fate forever, she found herself torn. Could she truly imagine a life of eternal indulgence, a never-ending cycle of food and pleasure? The thought both frightened and excited her, yet she was too tired to delve deeper into it. With a heavy sigh, she closed her eyes.
  3. Chapter 18 - Spring Break Pt. 2 Brittney, with yet another cold beer in hand, strutted alongside Chloe, the heavy mix of booze and marijuana making her steps heavy yet unapologetic. She felt every ounce of her voluptuous figure, every curve, every soft dimple, and rather than shying away from it, she reveled in the sensation. Brittney felt a rush of anticipation as she spotted Mike. The way the sunlight caught the outline of his chiseled jaw and the casual confidence with which he held his ** gave him an almost cinematic allure. Chloe sensed the tension and, with a nudge, urged Brittney forward. "Mike!" Brittney called out, a hint of nervous excitement in her voice. Mike turned, and for a split second, his usually composed expression faltered. Surprise, recognition, and something deeper flashed across his face before he regained his smooth demeanor. "Goddamn," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "You're turning heads today." He took a moment, letting his gaze wander over her overtly plump figure. "And for all the right reasons." Brittney felt a heat rise to her chubby cheeks, her blush deepening. Was it the beer, the situation, or just Mike's presence? "Oh, stop it," she said, feigning modesty while soaking in the praise. Brittney laughed, a hint giddy from the alcohol and the 🌿. She stumbled slightly as she threw her arms around Mike, her generous chest pressing into him. The music from the nearby speakers seemed to reverberate inside her head, making her more **. As she danced, there was a clumsiness to her movements, a lack of finesse she might have had if she were sober, but it only made her seem more genuine, more vulnerable. Her fingers traced uncertain patterns on her soft belly, as if she were rediscovering it, over and over. Every brush sent little jolts of sensitivity through her, and while it felt pleasurable, it also made her feel self-conscious. Suddenly, Brittney noticed Chloe had made her way onto a small stage in the crowd, dancing seductively with two other girls. The area seemed to exist as an ever-revolving stage for ** girls to show themselves off. Chloe caught Brittney's eye and beckoned her over. At first, Brittney was hesitant, but the crowd seemed to part for her as she swayed her way to the stage, her exposed belly jiggling enticingly with each step she took. She felt Mike's supportive squeeze on her hand, reassuring her, and she decided to throw caution to the wind. With Mike, she felt protected, like she could let go. But when her gaze met Chloe's, who was dancing atop a table surrounded by two other women, she felt a twinge of unease. Chloe beckoned, and there was a teasing challenge in her eyes. Brittney hesitated, biting her lip, looking from Chloe to Mike. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heaved herself up, aware of all the eyes on her. As she started to dance next to Chloe, she couldn't help but overhear whispers from the crowd. Comments about her size, her audacity to show off her voluptuous body so openly. "Fuck she's huge!" "Look at that ass..." Brittney felt every eye on her, piercing through the haze of her drunkenness. The weight of their collective gaze was almost palpable. She could hear murmurs, sense subtle nudges and knowing glances exchanged between spectators. For a moment, all she could think of was how she must look next to Chloe—this vision of traditional beauty. Her heart raced, not just from the dance but from the acute awareness of her own size. Every ripple of flesh, every jiggle felt magnified a hundredfold. Never had she been so exposed, so on display for all to see. Yet, she found she enjoyed the attention, reveled in it. She danced until she was breathless, her body glistening with sweat under the warm sun. Despite her heavy breathing and flushed cheeks, she felt a thrill like never before, a high that no amount of 🌿 or alcohol could match. She was a fat girl on display. When the tempo of the music picked up, she felt a thrill she couldn't resist. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, urging her to move in ways she hadn't dared before. She began to twerk, and as her enormous backside moved to the rhythm, cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd. As she moved, her body responded with its own unique rhythm. Her belly jiggled seductively with each twist and turn, moving in waves as if it had a life of its own. The lower curve of her stomach rubbed against the denim of her shorts, creating a sensation that sent thrilling chills down her spine. It was a strangely sensual dance of skin against fabric, the friction making her shiver with delight. Brittney twirled and shimmied, her very skimpy bikini top barely containing her ample breasts. The drunkenness from the non-stop drinking intensified her euphoria, turning the world into a haze of vibrant colors and pulsating music. From the corner of her eye, Chloe watched as Brittney moved, her eyes taking in the sight of her obese roommate owning the stage. Chloe had grown increasingly fond of the sight of Brittney's expanding figure and the soft, generous flesh that jiggled with every step or sway. Her mind drifted off to the sight of Brittney seated in their dorm room, eating with reckless abandon, her lips smeared with food, and her chubby fingers reaching for more. It had started as a bizarre development, something she couldn't quite comprehend. But over time, Chloe had found herself enabling Brittney's behavior, catering to her roommate's growing appetite. With every food run, Chloe found herself picking up larger portions, extra sides, and desserts she knew Brittney wouldn't be able to resist. It was as if she was compelled to assist in Brittney's growth, a transformation both of them found strangely alluring. Yet, nestled deep within her, was a twinge of guilt. The monkey paw’s fourth wish had altered Brittney at her core. What should have been a weight of insecurity for Brittney turned into an embrace of self-indulgence and pleasure. The truth was that Chloe found a perverse delight in this change. Every added pound, every new stretch mark, made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. And the palpable pleasure that Brittney got from it only added to it all. Was it right for her to feel this way? Was it fair to Brittney? Those questions nagged at her, yet every time she saw Brittney reveling in her new self, those concerns were drowned by a sea of intoxicating fascination. Her desires, inexplicable as they were, had a hold on her that she couldn’t deny. Snapped back to the present by the exuberant energy around her, Chloe noticed Brittney descending the stage, a radiant aura enveloping her. As the party continued its wild dance, Chloe moved closer, her voice dripping with a mix of temptation and affection, “How about we fill up that belly of yours?” A sudden spark lit up Brittney's glazed eyes at the suggestion, her slightly drunken grin broadening. The thought of gorging herself again sent a thrilling shiver through her. Brittney, filled with anticipation and a strange, almost carnal hunger, nodded enthusiastically. Brittney looked over to Mike, trying to form the right words. "Mike, Chloe and I are... heading back to the Airbnb for a bit," she mumbled, her voice slightly shaky, the omission of her gluttonous intentions ringing loudly in her own ears. Mike's eyes met hers, his usual warmth evident, but with a hint of concern. He gave her a reassuring nod, understanding the bond and trust that had formed between the two roommates over their shared adventure. "It's cool, babe. I'll chill here for a while longer," he said, his voice tinged with a note of reluctance to let her go. As he pulled her into an embrace, Brittney could feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against her from his pants. Her risqué performance must have made an impact. The realization sent another jolt of pleasure and confidence coursing through her, momentarily drowning her doubts. The world seemed to blur as his lips met hers in a passionate, lingering kiss. But the moment was all too fleeting. Chloe's impatient hand grabbed Brittney's wrist, pulling her out of Mike's embrace. The sharp tug grounded her back to reality, the anticipation of the feast ahead rekindling the fire in her belly. With one last longing glance back at Mike, Brittney allowed herself to be whisked away The sounds of the beach party began to recede, replaced by the night's gentle hum. As Chloe's fingers intertwined with Brittney's, she started leading the way. The Airbnb wasn't too far, yet each step felt like a lifetime of anticipation. Brittney, with her excessive weight, found it hard to keep pace. She could feel the weight of each step, the soft jiggle of her belly with every move. The path seemed more extended, more challenging. "Mike... I should be with Mike," she murmured, both to herself and Chloe. The image of her boyfriend, standing tall with that radiant smile and his casual confidence, flashed in her mind. The way he looked at her, adored her even, was something she cherished. Yet, here she was, being pulled into another world, another realm of pleasure. A world where her desires were inflamed not by love, but by the sheer thrill of surrender, of yielding to another's whims. Chloe glanced back, her eyes dark with a mix of desire and control. "You're mine for now," she whispered, pulling Brittney closer. Brittney felt a tug on her hand as Chloe confidently led her away from the revelry. Every step towards the Airbnb seemed to echo in Brittney's head, her heart pounding in a rhythm of its own. “God what am I doing?” She thought to herself. The thought hovered at the forefront of her mind. Mike, with his magnetic charisma and undeniable love for her, had been left behind. The image of him, surrounded by the crowd, played repeatedly in her mind. Yet here she was, being pulled in the opposite direction. Chloe's grip was firm, almost possessive. There was an undeniable pull to Chloe, an allure that transcended mere physical attraction. With Mike, Brittney felt cherished, safe. The emotions were familiar, comforting, a cocoon of love. But with Chloe, the sensations were foreign, intense. There was a raw hunger, a potent desire that emanated from her, wrapping Brittney in a web of temptation. The weight of her choices, her desires, and her rotund body struggling to keep up all conspired to make her increasingly scared, yet increasingly, inexplicably wet. ————— As they approached the Airbnb, even before they reached the driveway, the rich, mouth-watering aroma of freshly prepared food hit Brittney's nostrils. The scent was so powerful and alluring that it made her stomach release a rumbling growl, echoing her growing anticipation. Reaching the front door, Brittney's gaze dropped to the mountain of boxes piled there, each one stamped with the logo of a local eatery. The sheer number of packages would have been ample for a family of five, easily. Chloe, a wicked gleam in her eye, leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of Brittney's ear as she whispered, "I ordered all of this before we even left the beach." Her tone was dripping with mischief, and it sent shivers down Brittney's spine. It was evident that Chloe had meticulously orchestrated this evening, every detail planned out with a clear and devilish intention in mind. However, what really sent her reeling was the change in Chloe. Here stood a woman exuding a commanding presence, a far stretch from the shy, overweight girl from before the monkey's paw. Chloe's voice took on a firm, almost authoritative tone, as she gestured to the couch. "Sit down, Brittney," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Brittney felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. This was new, this commanding, dominating version of Chloe, and Brittney found herself helplessly drawn to it. She obeyed without a second thought, her body moving of its own accord to sit down on the large couch. Chloe moved quickly, placing plate after plate of the succulent food in front of Brittney. With each dish she set down, Chloe's excitement seemed to grow, her eyes alight with an almost feral hunger that mirrored Brittney's own. "Dig in," Chloe commanded, watching Brittney with an expectant look on her face. Brittney picked up a fork, her stomach fluttering with excitement and anticipation. As she took the first bite, her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a small moan of pleasure. This was heaven. Chloe watched as Brittney dove into the food with abandon, her own pleasure growing with each bite Brittney took. "Good girl," Chloe murmured, smiling at the sight of her stuffed roommate. Brittney was on her second helping of food by the time Chloe started to tease her. "Looks like someone's hungry," Chloe laughed, watching as Brittney devoured another gordita. Brittney only responded with a cheeky grin, her mouth too full to reply. The teasing only added to her excitement, making the food taste even better. "You're just jealous because you can't keep up," she teased back, her voice slightly muffled by the food in her mouth. Chloe laughed, shaking her head. "I couldn't even if I wanted to," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're more than twice my size." At that, Brittney paused, a bit of food falling out of her mouth. She laughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You’re going to make me three times your size soon," she admitted, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment and excitement. The teasing continued as Brittney kept eating, the two of them lost in their own world. By the time she was halfway through the endless pile of boxes, Chloe's teasing had taken on a more suggestive tone. "We should just toss the monkey paw," she suggested, her eyes on Brittney. "You could stay like this forever." The words hit Brittney like a bolt of lightning, making her pause mid-bite. The thought was both exciting and terrifying, causing a mixture of emotions to flood through her. It was a wild, intoxicating thought. She swallowed the bite, a slow, deliberate action, her eyes wide and uncertain. Brittney had barely made it to the side dishes when she felt herself beginning to falter. Her belly was stretched tight, uncomfortably full, and her eyes had lost some of their earlier eagerness. "I can't finish..." she murmured, her hands coming up to rest against her belly. She groaned slightly, her eyes closing as she fought the feeling of discomfort. Chloe, who had been watching her closely, seemed to take this as a challenge. "Oh yes, you can," she said, her tone suddenly firm. She cut a generous piece of a gordita wrap and held it up. "Open up." Brittney eyed the slice warily, her mouth opening hesitantly. She squeaked in surprise as Chloe unceremoniously shoved the food in her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. As she chewed, she found her voice again. "I really do want to go back to being skinny you know," she mumbled through a mouthful, her voice unsure. “This is all only temporary.” Chloe laughed at that, shaking her head. "I won't let that happen," she replied. "You're going to stay exactly as you are." Brittney watched in a mix of surprise and arousal as Chloe stepped back, showing off her slender, athletic body. She was everything Brittney used to be, everything she thought she wanted to be again. "Things are much better with you as the fat one," Chloe told her, her eyes roaming over Brittney's bloated form. "And you're only going to get fatter." Chloe's words sent a shiver through Brittney, part fear, part excitement. Her heart pounded in her chest as she took another bite, her eyes locked on Chloe's. She wasn't sure if she wanted this, if she was ready to give up her old life for this new, bizarre pleasure. "I... I can't..." she groaned, her hands cradling the firm expanse of her overstuffed belly. Chloe's eyes narrowed slightly, the playful glint in them replaced by a hint of determination. "Yes, you can," she responded firmly, picking up the remainder of the wrap. "Open your mouth." Brittney gave her an uncertain look but obediently opened her mouth. As the cake was unceremoniously thrust into her mouth, she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. Between mouthfuls, she managed to stammer, "I still want... to be... skinny." Chloe chuckled, shaking her head as if she found the statement amusing. "No you don’t, and I can't allow that," she retorted. "Look at you, Brittney. This is who you are now. And I can tell you enjoy it." As Chloe spoke, she reached out, her fingers finding the soft flesh of Brittney's belly. Her hand began to jiggle it, watching as the movement rippled across the expanse of her flesh. Her other hand grabbed at Brittney's thick thigh, pinching the soft, pudgy skin. Brittney's face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding her senses. Chloe's words echoed in her mind, conflicting emotions wracking her body. Did she really want this? Or did she yearn to return to her former, slender self? Feeling Chloe's firm hold on her plush flesh, the continued pressure of her teasing, and the insistence of consuming the remaining cake, Brittney began to push back more vehemently. "No, Chloe... stop it..." she tried to protest. But Chloe only responded with a chuckle as she took out an entire birthday cake, a certain sense of control coloring her tone. "Eat, Brittney. That's all you're good at now." The words were harsh, yet they did something to Brittney - something she couldn't understand nor control. The teasing, the overeating, the growing submission - it all converged to an overpowering sensation that brought her over the edge. As the climax washed over her, she leaned back, gasping for breath amidst the remnants of her feast. Her body felt heavy, bloated, and incredibly satisfied. The profound silence that followed Brittney's intense climax was palpable, only interrupted by an unmistakable creak. The sound seemed to pierce through the dense atmosphere, jolting both of them to heightened alertness. Their heads whipped around simultaneously, eyes landing on the figure in the doorway. Mike stood there, eyes wide and face pale, having clearly not expected the scene before him. The weight of his gaze shifted from the spread of demolished food, to the visibly overstuffed Brittney, her breathing heavy with a mix of satiation and arousal, and then to Chloe, an almost predatory aura emanating from her stance above her roommate. The silence that followed was deafening, the tension palpable. Brittney's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, a potent mix of shame, embarrassment, and lingering arousal. Chloe, for her part, seemed momentarily at a loss, her usual composure slightly rattled. Mike blinked, clearly processing the situation. The wheels in his mind turned rapidly, visibly struggling with the scene he had just stumbled upon. For a moment, he looked like he might speak, but no words came out. Instead, with a final, lingering glance at Brittney, he quickly pivoted on his heel and made a beeline for his room, the door slamming shut behind him. The echoing slam of the door left Chloe and Brittney in a stunned silence.
  4. Chapter 17 - Spring Break Pt. 1 A whirlwind of a month had passed since Brittney's date with Mike. The stolen kisses and sketch-filled afternoons had birthed a romance as passionate as it was poignant. Mike had become a permanent fixture in Brittney's life, as familiar and comforting as her own rotund reflection. However, amidst the exhilaration of newfound feelings, another transformation was underway - one that was more tangible, more visible. As the days rolled by, marked by a copious consumption of food supplied by Chloe, the more than daily puffs of 🌿, and a relentless pursuit of pleasure, Brittney's body had morphed dramatically. Each day, her figure broadened and swelled, a testament to her unrestrained lifestyle.. Her body had now surpassed the 250 pound mark, a figure that seemed both astounding and strangely fitting given her recent lifestyle. It was the first time Brittney had gained weight without the aid of the magic monkey paw. But instead of feeling self-conscious, Brittney reveled in her increased girth. The softness of her body, the curve of her belly, the roundness of her face - everything echoed a sensuous decadence that she found oddly empowering. And she looked forward to the daily feedings with Chloe almost more than her hangouts with Mike. This transformation, under the subtle but constant encouragement of Chloe and Mike, felt as natural as the changing of seasons. Chloe, always the partner in crime, reveled in Brittney's metamorphosis, her incessant banter about Brittney's increasing size further fueling Brittney's newfound body confidence. Amidst these days of love and indulgence, an impromptu plan to Cancun was hatched. A decision made on a whim, soaked in the haze of giggles and smoke, quickly found an enthusiastic participant in Chloe. The idea of a spontaneous adventure, coupled with the allure of sun, sand, and sea, was simply irresistible. The tropical sun greeted Brittney and Chloe as they arrived at their Airbnb from the airport in Cancun, the warmth kissing their skin. Dressed in a short sundresses that clung to her curves, Brittney teetered on the edge of an exciting adventure. Their Airbnb was an inviting beachfront property, adorned with palm trees and embraced by the warm tropical breeze. As Brittney and Chloe made their way inside, the scent of the sea mingled with the familiar aroma of Mike's smoke. Outside, reclined in a beach chair, Mike sat puffing on his **, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the two girls. Brittney, draped in her sundress that struggled to contain her voluptuous figure, made her way towards him. Her body moved with a gracefulness that belied her size, her ample rear bouncing rhythmically with each waddling step. A flush of excitement spread across her face, a reaction mirrored in Mike's appreciative eyes. Embracing him, she felt a sense of exhilarating freedom that Cancun seemed to promise. He inquired about their flight, the concern in his voice contrasting with the playful glint in his eyes. His question drew a teasing chuckle from her as she recalled the flight. "You wouldn't believe it," she began, her voice a soft purr, "but I barely squeezed into my seat. I was practically spilling over!" Her words hung in the air, creating a bubble of intimate humor between them. As she narrated her experience, her fingers traced a path along the outline of her hips, drawing attention to her plump curves. She bit her lip seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. The sultry confession, coupled with the sight of her voluptuous body, had the desired effect on Mike, his face lighting up with an appreciative smile. Their spring break was off to an exciting start. Chloe chimed in."By the end of the trip, you might need to roll Brittney to the airport, Mike," she teased, her words sparking laughter in the air. She had grown more comfortable and confident in her teasing banter towards Brittney. Brittney's face reddened as a blush spread across her cheeks, the sound of Chloe's playful voice echoing in her ears. The comments stirred an unexpected but not unwelcome arousal in her. Being the focus of attention, especially when it revolved around her increased size, felt strangely wonderful. As if in contrast to Brittney, Chloe maintained an exceptionally lean physique. She gracefully shed her clothing, revealing a skimpy bikini that hugged her lithe form. Every inch of her sun-kissed skin seemed to gleam under the warm rays, reminding Brittney of a supermodel posing for a photoshoot. Chloe was indeed comfortable with her body, basking in the sunlight with a contented smile on her face. She laid down on a nearby chaise lounge, allowing the warmth to embrace her figure as she began to sunbathe. The sight of Chloe's svelte figure against her own voluptuous form, along with the playful teasing, was oddly stimulating to Brittney. She was a massive, overindulged woman basking in pleasure and attention, with more yet to come. Handing Brittney a cold beer, Mike suggested heading to the beach. It was the quintessential Spring Break experience, after all. The anticipation of the busy, bustling beach stirred a sense of exhilaration within Brittney. Brittney quickly dressed into a daringly skimpy bikini, the fabric stretched taut over the fullness of her massive breasts. In addition, she had opted to wear a pair of denim shorts over her bikini bottom. However, they were remarkably small for her current size, having been a snug fit even when she'd first bought them. The denim fabric strained against the soft, overabundant flesh of her hips and thighs, a stark testament to her extreme weight gain. The shorts were so small, in fact, that she couldn't manage to button them up, let alone zip them. After several attempts, she decided to leave them unbuttoned and open, a daring choice that sent a thrill running through her. Her prodigious belly spilled out over the denim, soft folds of flesh cascading over the shorts' waistband. Each step she took made the flesh wobble enticingly, the movement amplified by her state of undress. Despite the lack of decency by societal standards, she felt liberated. For once, she was not hiding behind baggy clothes or camouflaging herself under layers. She was on display, her body showcased in all its excessive, indulgent glory, and she loved it. As she prepared to step onto the sandy expanse of the beach, a sense of adventure washed over her. It was going to be a wild day. As they made their way down the street towards the beach, Brittney found herself falling behind Chloe, who practically bounced with eagerness. The sun shone brightly down, making her roommates' svelte figure look almost ethereal. The spring in Chloe's step, the easy grace with which she moved—these were all reminders of the person Brittney used to be. Yet instead of fostering regret or longing, the memories stirred something entirely different within her. She looked down at herself, her eyes tracing the expanse of her swollen belly, visible and jiggling with each heavy step she took. Her full breasts, heaving with the effort of the short walk, threatened to spill out from her minuscule bikini top that did nothing but simple hide her nipples. Below the unzipped shorts, her thick, cellulite-dimpled thighs rubbed together, the friction creating a sensuous heat that only added to her arousal. Her gaze then shifted back to Chloe, the stark contrast in their figures not lost on her. Her roommate, slim and athletic, moved with an ease that Brittney had left behind in what seemed like another lifetime. She took in Chloe's flat stomach, the thinness of her arms, the way her hip bones protruded slightly above the low waistband of her bikini bottoms. The juxtaposition between them was staggering—Chloe was all angles and lines, while Brittney was a study in softness and curves. Each sight, each comparison, each pulsating wave of realization was a new jolt of pleasure, sparking deep within her. She wasn't just different from Chloe—she was massive in comparison. And the strange thrill of that fact, of her own size, was becoming an aphrodisiac unlike anything else she'd experienced. Lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice that she'd caught up to Chloe, who had paused to wait for her. Her roommate's eyes dropped to Brittney's midsection, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She could only guess what Chloe was thinking. God she was so noticeably fat. Once they'd found a spot amidst the energetic beachgoers, Mike pulled out a ** and lit it up. Chloe rolled her eyes, her gaze lingering on the ** before she turned and waded into the crowd to fetch some drinks. As they waited for her to return, Brittney shared the ** with Mike, inhaling deeply and feeling the effects almost immediately. The world around her became softer, her senses heightened. She could feel every roll and crease of her body, the sensation amplified by the touch of Mike's hands, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her bare skin. When Chloe returned with the drinks, Brittney accepted the brightly colored slushy without hesitation. The sweet taste of the alcohol mixing with the lingering taste of the ** on her tongue. She drank it down fast, too fast. The heady combination of the alcohol and the 🌿 took effect swiftly, a warm haze descending over her. Her body felt heavier, every sensation more profound. Brittney's steps, already unsteady from the combination of alcohol and 🌿, slowed as she wobbled behind Mike as he went ahead to explore. With Chloe still by her side, Brittney stopped to catch her labored breath by a storefront along the promenade. The sun's radiant glare turned the expansive shop window into a mirror, reflecting back the world in vivid detail. She stopped, her eyes widening. For a moment, she didn't recognize the woman gazing back. The reflection showed a woman of substantial girth, generous curves spilling over from every angle. Her breasts, in the struggle to be contained by the meager bikini top, sat atop a belly that boldly protruded, hanging over her opened shorts. Her cheeks, rosy and round, framed a pair of eyes filled with disbelief. Brittney's hands involuntarily went to her midsection, fingers splaying across the soft, yielding flesh. She felt each roll, each inch of her expanded waistline, and a rush of vulnerability enveloped her. The weight of the past months, the relentless pursuit of pleasure and indulgence, stared back at her from the glass. Was this really her? The athlete, the girl who'd once prided herself on her toned figure, seemed like a distant memory. Time seemed to slow. The cheerful cacophony of the beach, the laughter and chatter of vacationers, faded into an indistinct murmur. All that existed was her reflection, a testament to a transformation she'd not fully confronted for weeks. With every passing second, the initial shock gave way to a dawning realization. She was genuinely fat. Brittney's heart rate quickened, each beat echoing the growing unease and discomfort. The choices she'd made, the encouragement from Mike and Chloe, the freedom she'd felt, the monkey paw, all came into sharp focus. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled within her. Was this what she truly wanted? Did she even recognize herself anymore? What had happened to her? Lost in her whirlwind, she barely registered Chloe's approach. Her roommate, with her athletic grace, stood in stark contrast to the reflection in the glass. Chloe's gaze flitted between Brittney's face and the mirrored image, a playful smirk emerging. Brittney's voice, laced with a mix of amazement and horror, broke the silence: "Jesus Christ, I'm fat!" Chloe's eyes twinkled mischievously. She looked Brittney up and down, a gleeful grin spreading across her face. "Well, duh," she started, her voice taunting, "someone's been enjoying herself quite a bit. You've completely turned around with this whole 'fat girl' thing" Without waiting for a response, Chloe reached out and placed her hand under the round expanse of Brittney's belly. Brittney's eyes widened, her breath catching as Chloe's fingers delved into her soft flesh, giving it a teasing squeeze. The belly wobbled under the pressure, ripples moving across its surface, emphasizing its fullness. "You're not just fat, Britt," Chloe whispered, leaning in, her voice a sultry tease. "You're obese. And so much fatter than I ever was. Look at you!" Her words were playful, but there was an underlying truth in them. The power dynamic had shifted drastically over the past months, and the role reversal was evident. Brittney was now she was the subject of her skinny friend's jibes, her body bearing the evidence of her indulgence. The realization struck Brittney with full force. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The weight of Chloe's gaze, the intimate touch, the blatant acknowledgment of her size—all of it was overwhelming. Brittney's heart raced, not just from embarrassment and shame but from arousal. Her cheeks flushed with warmth, and she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the feelings bubbling up inside her. The overt display of dominance, the sheer audacity of Chloe's actions, and the reminder of her own transformation stirred something within her. It was intoxicating. Every playful squeeze, every mocking word was like a spark, setting her nerves aflame with an exquisite blend of embarrassment and excitement. Brittney swallowed hard, her voice coming out in a shaky whisper. "Chloe... I..." But Chloe cut her off with a chuckle. "Relax, Britt. It's just a bit of fun," she teased, her eyes dancing. "Besides, it seems you're quite... enjoying the attention." Brittney's face turned an even deeper shade of red, the combined feelings of arousal, shame, and vulnerability threatening to overpower her. She felt like she was on the verge of a precipice, caught between the past and the present, between the familiar and the unknown. Chloe, still brimming with mischievous energy, pointed towards the throng of beachgoers nearby where a crowd had gathered around a speaker, dancing to the pulsating beats of music. "Come on, Britt. Why don't you go over there and show off those dance moves? I'm sure everyone would love to see you shake that massive body of yours." Brittney hesitated, her gaze drifting to the crowd. She could see young, fit bodies moving rhythmically to the music, the sun casting a golden hue on their toned physiques. She felt the weight of her body keenly, the heft of her curves, the softness of her belly, and the tightness of her bikini against her ample flesh. Chloe, noticing Brittney's reticence, leaned in close, her words coming out in a low, teasing drawl. "What's the matter? Scared to be the fattest girl on the beach, showing off? I mean, look around, Britt. I doubt any other girl here even comes close to your size." She laughed, the sound hearty and playful, but it cut deep. Brittney's heart raced. Chloe's words, though delivered playfully, were laced with an undeniable truth. She probably was one of the biggest, if not the biggest girl on the beach. Yet, there was a part of her, a growing part, that found the prospect of being on display, of flaunting her body amidst the crowd, strangely alluring. Chloe handed her another cold beer, winking. "Here, this might help loosen you up." Brittney hesitated for a mere second before grabbing the beer, tilting her head back, and chugging it down. The cool liquid felt good, and as it coursed through her, the combined effects of the 🌿, the previous drinks, and now the beer made her feel light-headed, bold, and uncharacteristically audacious. She handed the empty beer can back to Chloe, her voice defiant yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Fine, let's do this." With that, Brittney, emboldened by the intoxicating mix of substances, arousal, and Chloe's teasing, made her way towards the dancing crowd.
  5. I've relied on this thread since it first started, so I think I ought to share my own story I've been working on. I post new chapters on this site and FF: The Mystic Gains Exchange: The Monkey Paw After a curious purchase from a mysterious shop, an accidental wish causes a shift in scales between roommates Brittney and Chloe that upends their view of reality and leaves Brittney struggling to reclaim her former self.
  6. Chapter 16 - Embracing Indulgence Brittney found herself rousing from the depths of a deep, satiating slumber later that afternoon. The memory of the morning's excessive feast lingered like a remnant of a vivid dream, bringing with it a wave of embarrassment and a pang of shame. God what had she done? And in front of Chloe? Propping herself up against the cool wall, Brittney felt a strange, conflicting sensation. Despite her overindulgence and the subsequent shame, her bloated stomach held a peculiar warmth, an unexpected mixture of discomfort and an inexplicable arousal. With a sigh, Brittney reached for her phone, her messaging app taunted her as she considered messaging Mike. After a moment's hesitation, she typed a cautious, "Hey," and hit send. The suspense of awaiting a reply was short-lived as her phone buzzed, displaying Mike's name on the screen. Relief washed over her at his response. "Hey you free right now? Tacos?" An involuntary rumble from her stomach broke the silence in the room. She felt an anticipatory excitement, the newfound enjoyment of food coaxing her to say yes. Brittney sucked in a deep breath and responded, "Sure, sounds fun!" She set her phone aside and moved towards her wardrobe. Brittney's fingers danced over her clothes, stopping at a pair of denim shorts and a flirty crop top that was pushed at the back of her wardrobe. She pulled them out, her heart pounding in her chest as she laid them on the bed. They were risqué, leaving little to the imagination, and definitely not something she'd usually wear with her new body. "Am I really going to wear this?" She murmured to herself, confusion setting a crease between her eyebrows. But something within her urged her on, her body tingling with a strange sort of excitement. It was as if she was being driven by an inner voice, luring her to step out of her comfort zone. With a resolute sigh, she squeezed into the denim shorts. The tight fabric hugged her generous hips and plump thighs, showcasing her transformation in a way she hadn't dared before. Next, she pulled the crop top over her head, its hem ending just under her large breasts, revealing the swell of her belly. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she was met with an unexpected sight. The revealing outfit accentuated her curvaceous figure, the denim shorts framing her wide hips, the crop top highlighting the roundness of her breasts and belly. But instead of the usual wave of disgust, she felt a peculiar delight. Her hand traced the curve of her stomach, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her reflection in the mirror looking back at her with a spark of newfound confidence. Her lips curled into a slow, appreciative smile, and a flush of excitement colored her cheeks. It was bold, it was daring, and for the first time in months, she felt alive. Picking up her purse, Brittney stole a last glance at the mirror. She was shocked by her reflection, by the woman who stood there, flaunting her ample curves with a strange kind of pride. She turned and exited the room, leaving behind her doubts and fears. ————— The downtown bustle was in full swing, the air rich with the aroma of food from various food trucks parked on the side. It was an intoxicating mix of sizzling meats, spices, and the ever-present scent of grilling tortillas that gave the whole place an inviting allure. Brittney met Mike under the city lights, the flicker reflecting off his excited eyes. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted, a warm smile on his face as his eyes swept over her outfit. He was clearly surprised, yet undeniably in awe, which only deepened Brittney's blush. He offered his hand, which she gladly took, the simple contact sending an electric jolt through her. Mike led them to a popular food truck renowned for its scrumptious tacos. The sight of the chalkboard menu showcasing a platter of twelve tacos had Brittney's heart fluttering in her chest. A mix of anticipation and nerves made her stomach churn, and she found herself torn between the thrill of Mike's presence and the tantalizing promise of the tacos. Mike looked at her, his eyes twinkling with an unspoken question. "What do you think? Can we handle a dozen?" His tone was playful, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. In response, Brittney found herself swept in a wave of daring boldness. "Bring it on," she said, salivating. His grin widened, and he promptly ordered the plate. "You know, we could head back to my place with these," he suggested, his voice smooth as he gestured towards the dozen tacos nestled in a carry-out bag. The thought sent a ripple of excitement coursing through Brittney. A quiet night in at Mike's place sounded tantalizingly intimate, but it was his next words that truly made her heart flutter. "Maybe we could smoke a bit too. If you're interested," Mike added, a hint of mischief playing in his eyes. For a moment, Brittney could only stare at him, her mind whirling at the prospect. She had thoroughly enjoyed the calming effects of the ** from earlier, and the prospect of experiencing it again, this time in Mike's company, was thrilling. Feeling a blush spread across her cheeks, she nodded, a small grin playing on her lips. "I’m down," she replied, a soft excitement in her voice betraying her attempt to play it cool. "Let's take the tacos to go." Feeling bold and more at ease, Brittney leaned into Mike, allowing her substantial form to rest against his solid arm. She felt a strange comfort in the way his muscles flexed against the softness of her newly plump figure. "Hold on, Mike," Brittney said suddenly, a gleam in her eyes as she caught sight of a pastel-colored ice cream parlor that beckoned invitingly from across the street. "Can we stop there? Just a quick snack." She held her breath, momentarily worried that her unabashed desire for food would seem unattractive. Yet, when Mike's face broke into an easy smile and he nodded, a new thrill coursed through her. His lack of judgment, his easy acceptance of her insatiable appetite was inexplicably arousing. "Sure, let's do it." Mike agreed, steering her towards the inviting glow of the parlor. The scent of sweet cream and sugar hit Brittney as they stepped up to the window. As Mike ordered their treats, Brittney leaned against the counter, her stomach yearning for the sweet delight that was to come. As she pressed closer to Mike, her bloated belly brushing against his side, he pulled out a surprise **. “For the walk?” “Yes please!” she exclaimed. ————— The aroma of cannabis mingled with the musky smell of Mike's apartment as they burst through the front door. Brittney, her laughter echoing through the space, felt a new wave of exhilaration course through her. Mike, ever the cool cat, leaned back against the door and watched her, a soft smile playing on his lips. He took in her voluptuous form, the way her clothes clung to her curves, her red flushed face, her shiny eyes darting around his apartment with giddy curiosity. Mike's apartment was a cozy haven filled with a maze of sketches and paintings, strewn across the floor, tacked up on the walls, propped up against the furniture. Under the warm glow of the incandescent bulbs, every image gleamed with life, rich with vibrant colors and breathtaking details. The high had swept in, amplifying her senses as she lost herself in the artistic whirlwind around her. "Mike," she giggled, her cheeks pink with exhilaration, "Did you do all these?" Her eyes were wide, her breath hitched in amazement. "I didn’t know you were an artist." He simply smiled at her in response, leaning back in his chair, utterly at ease with the world. "Yeah," he said, with a subtle touch of pride, "I'm actually an art major." Mike layed out the platter of tacos on his coffee table as Brittney salivated, grabbing a taco before he was even done. Despite her best efforts to pace herself, her restraint proved to be futile as she devoured the first, then the second, then the third. Soon, she was halfway through the plate, while Mike was still on his second taco. Her taste buds relished in the delight of each bite. Noticing the discrepancy in their eating pace, Brittney attempted to slow down, but found it challenging as the hunger for more urged her on. Brittney found herself growing more curious about his passion. "So, what kind of art do you specialize in? Anything specific you like to sketch or paint?" He paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face as he savored a bite of his taco. "I love realistic sketches," he finally admitted, his voice filled with an intense passion that she found endearing. "And I really enjoy exploring the human body, capturing its intricacies and vulnerabilities." His words hung in the air as they continued to feast on the food. As Brittney listened to him talk about his art, his words were like a melody to her, making her heart sing. Brittney took another hearty bite of her seventh taco, the tangy taste of salsa and succulent meat filling her senses. A muffled sigh escaped her lips as she felt the tight confines of her shorts restricting her swollen belly. Unconsciously, her hand slipped down to the rounded mound, giving it a playful rub. "So a real romantic, huh?" She chuckled, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Her hand was now openly kneading the firm flesh of her distended belly, her crop top riding high to reveal the expanse of her overfilled midriff. Her lower belly, pushed forward by the force of her bloated upper stomach, sitting over onto her lap, straining against the taut fabric of her denim shorts. Mike chuckled, his eyes never strayed from her as he savored the sight of her unabashed enjoyment of food. The sight was so enticing that Mike found it hard to concentrate on his own plate. He watched her, fascinated by the sight of her indulging herself, her face bright with the pure pleasure of eating. He was beginning to realize that there was something incredibly appealing about Brittney - her uninhibited behavior, her refreshing honesty, her vivacious laughter, and yes, even her ample, overflowing curves. He was falling under her spell, just as she was under his. The tension was cut, however, by the sight of one last remaining taco. It sat there, glistening temptingly on the shared platter between them. To her surprise, she found herself asking, "Are you going to finish that?" She was taken aback by her own audacity. The words had slipped out before she could hold them back. Yet, what shocked her even more was the rush of thrill that coursed through her at her brazen display of greed. Was she really about to eat her ninth taco, while Mike had merely picked at his? But Mike simply laughed. "Go ahead," he said, pushing the plate towards her. "I like a girl who knows how to eat." With that approval, Brittney felt a shiver of excitement mingling with her embarrassment. She reached out, her fingers gingerly picking up the last morsel. As she brought it to her lips, she savored the texture and taste, but also the intoxicating thrill of her uninhibited indulgence. Yes, she was gorging herself in front of Mike, but for some inexplicable reason, it was setting off sparks of pleasure that ignited deep within her. She was a pig and loved it. As the last crumbs of the tacos were swept away, a comfortable silence filled the air. Brittney couldn't believe how much she had eaten, her stomach was uncomfortably full, yet it was a sensation she found strangely satisfying. Nine tacos. The number echoed in her mind, contrasting wildly with the three Mike had savored. "Want to smoke some more?" Mike asked, breaking her chain of thoughts. His words were like a melody, pulling her deeper into the euphoric bubble they'd created. She nodded, grinning broadly. As they continued to smoke, this time from a bong, Brittney found herself growing ditsier, yet surprisingly braver. She glanced at Mike's sketches again, a sudden idea sparking in her mind. "So do you like sketching models?" she asked, trying to sound casual. Mike nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I do. There's a unique beauty in capturing someone's essence on paper." Brittney's heart fluttered at his words. Emboldened, she took a deep breath and with a shaky hand, she began to slowly remove her top. The room seemed to fall into a hush, her heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but a part of her was excited, thrilled at the idea of being sketched by Mike. As the fabric slipped up her body, she glanced at Mike, trying to gauge his reaction Mike's eyes widened, and he looked at her, speechless for a moment. A blush crept up his neck, coloring his cheeks a light pink. His eyes roved over her voluptuous body, taking in her confident demeanor. His surprise was evident, yet there was an unmistakable glimmer of interest in his gaze. "Do... do you want me to draw you?" He managed to stutter out, his voice shaky. Brittney flashed him a coy smile. She could tell he was flustered, but there was no denying the spark of curiosity in his eyes. "Why don't you draw me like one of your French girls?" she teased. With a seductive flourish, she finished removing her top. Her generously full breasts fell atop her overstuffed gut. Her soft skin glowed under the dim light of the room, the smooth curves of her figure on full display. Her hand descended to her overstuffed shorts. With a satisfying pop, she unbuttoned them, releasing the pressure and allowing her belly to spill freely into her lap. With an excited rush, Mike scurried to fetch his sketchbook and pencils, barely containing his eagerness. The sight of Brittney, laying before him in all her voluptuous glory, had set his artist's heart aflame. He could hardly wait to capture her essence onto his canvas. As he returned, he found Brittney lounging on his couch. She was laid bare, her body entirely exposed to his gaze. Her full stomach had dropped onto the couch, taking up a significant portion of the cushion space in front of her. The dim light of the room cast soft shadows across her curves, emphasizing the smooth, ripe plumpness of her figure. He sat down on the floor in front of her, eyes on the sketchbook as he started outlining her body. A nervous excitement filled him as he glanced up to meet her gaze, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Enjoying the view, are you?" Brittney teased, a giggle bubbling up from her throat. Mike chuckled, blushing. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. You're... quite the muse, Brittney." Mike's pencil moved across the page, the sight before him taking shape on the blank canvas. The soft hum of the city outside served as their background score, lending a certain serenity to the intimate scene that was unfolding. "I can't believe I ate all of those tacos," Brittney said, chuckling out loud. She leaned over the arm of a couch, her body still thrumming from the blend of pleasure and fatigue. Her stomach groaned with satiety, and she playfully patted it as it rippled in response. "I think I overdid it." Mike sauntered over, sinking down beside her on the couch. "I think you did great," he said, his voice a soothing rumble. "It was fun watching you enjoy yourself." At his words, Brittney's cheeks heated. She shifted, the cushion dipping under her weight as she turned to face him. Under his gaze, she felt her heartbeat quicken, and she realized that she didn't want the night to end. By the time Mike finished his sketch, it was well past midnight. The soft lines of the drawing captured Brittney in all her glory. Fighting the pull of drowsiness, Brittney propped herself up on the couch as Mike approached, the sketch in his hand. Her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the drawing, a perfectly captured image of herself lounging seductively on the couch. The woman in the sketch was beautiful - a captivating blend of softness and sensuality, every curve and roll depicted with an evident sense of admiration. The sketch was a celebration of her own body, the essence of which Mike had captured so beautifully. It was a sight that was all at once overwhelming and deeply gratifying. For a moment, she simply stared, her mind processing the visual portrayal of herself. She traced her fingers over the sketch, following the contours of her sketched body, her mind churning with emotions. This was her - this massive, seductive woman was her. A thrill of pleasure coursed through her at the realization, a shiver of anticipation sending a tremble down her spine. "Mike..." She started, her voice husky with unspoken emotions. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with an unexpected courage. "Yeah?" He asked, his gaze soft yet intense. Brittney pulled him down, her hands clutching at his shirt as she pressed her lips to his. The world around them seemed to fade away as the kiss deepened, their bodies pressing together in a heated exchange. Brittney reveled in the feeling, her mind filled with pleasure. As Mike's arms wrapped around her, the intensity of the moment washed over them both, promising more thrilling experiences yet to come. The kiss grew deeper, their lips moving in sync as they shared an intimate moment, enveloped in their shared passion. A sudden surge of desire coursed through Brittney as Mike's hand descended on her expansive belly, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced - electrifying, exciting, and completely intoxicating. His touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, each pinch and squeeze sending waves of desire rippling across her skin. Mike's hands seemed to explore every inch of her, his touch both gentle and demanding. His hands danced over the swell of her belly, tracing the soft mounds of her fat, his touch igniting a blaze of pleasure that seemed to echo deep within her. "Mike..." Brittney gasped against his lips, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand continued to roam, each touch eliciting a soft moan from her. There was an intensity in his gaze that left her breathless, his eyes reflecting a desire that mirrored her own. The tension between them was palpable, filling the room with a heavy dose of anticipation. As Mike pulled back from the kiss, his gaze never leaving hers, his hand continued its gentle exploration, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down her body. "Brittney..." he murmured, his voice heavy with desire, "Is this okay?" Brittney's response was a soft, breathless whisper, her words barely audible. "Yes..." She nodded, her pulse racing in anticipation. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, it was as if the world around them had ceased to exist.
  7. Chapter 15 - Feeding Frenzy Chloe maneuvered through the bustling university pathways, her hands gripping a bag loaded with takeaway containers from the dining hall. The late morning air was crisp, making the wafting scents from the food all the more enticing. Her stomach growled slightly in protest, but Chloe ignored it. After all, the food wasn't for her; she had to watch her figure. It was for Brittney. She smiled to herself, unable to deny the rush of excitement that filled her. Since the first wish, Chloe had grown an infatuation with maintaining her newly acquired athletic figure, the product of countless hours in the gym, and a strict diet. She reveled in the feeling of her toned muscles, the satisfaction after a hard workout, and the admiring glances she received. However, there was an equally thrilling, if not a somewhat strange pleasure that she derived from watching her roommate eat. Brittney, the once fit, now substantially overweight and continually hungry, girl was the star of a spectacle Chloe secretly enjoyed. Watching her roommate's indulgence in food, the way her appetite had adjusted to fit her new body, the way her clothes strained over her continually expanding figure... Chloe found herself fascinated and a little bit guilty. Regardless, she loved the duality of their lives. The balance between her controlled restraint and Brittney's unrestrained indulgence felt oddly exhilarating. As she neared their dorm, Chloe quickened her pace. The anticipation of what was to come sent an invigorating chill down her spine. Another day living vicariously through Brittney was about to unfold. Upon entering the room, Chloe was hit with a heavy, earthy aroma. The pungent smell of 🌿 permeated the dorm room, casting a hazy aura around the otherwise familiar surroundings. Chloe paused in the doorway, her eyes landing on Brittney, sprawled across her bed, engrossed in her phone that was propped up against her expansive belly. She was still clad only in her underwear, every curve of her body on full display. Her legs were spread out to accommodate the girth of her belly, her arms sunk into the plumpness of her sides. Her neck, lost in the folds of a prominent double chin due to her relaxed position, added to the overall image of unbridled indulgence. Brittney's eyes were glazed, her movements sluggish and her giggle echoing around the room every few seconds. The ** was nearly burnt out, resting on the window by her bedside. It was clear to Chloe that Brittney was stoned - extremely so. The moment she caught sight of Chloe with the bag of food, her giggly facade was briefly replaced with a look of sheer excitement. With a surprisingly agile movement that seemed to defy the restrictions of her rotund form, Brittney sprang up in the bed, her body jiggling slightly from the sudden action. "Food!" she slurred out, her voice higher than usual. "I'm like...super hungry." She giggled at her own statement, her hands instinctively reaching out towards the bag. The look in her eyes was pure anticipation, akin to a child waiting to open a long-awaited present. Her earlier distress seemed to have melted away, replaced by this giggly, carefree version of Brittney that Chloe found both amusing and intriguing. As Brittney's fingers latched onto the first takeaway box, her eyes widened with delight. The box could barely contain the heaping pile of food; the scrambled eggs, sausages, and roasted potatoes threatened to spill out. Yet, Brittney seemed indifferent to the oversized portion. Instead, she enthusiastically dug in, shoveling a generous mouthful of the breakfast medley without missing a beat. As Brittney's cheeks bulged with food, Chloe couldn't help but smirk. Watching her roommate's unrestrained indulgence was an intriguing spectacle. Despite the discomforting events from the previous night, Brittney seemed lost in her own world of pleasure. "Didn't save any for me, huh?" Chloe teased, a playful note lacing her voice as she eyed the spent ** on the side table. A quick flash of embarrassment flitted across Brittney's face as she hastily swallowed her food, about to offer an apology. But before she could speak, Chloe shook her head, letting out a light chuckle. "No worries. I don't really smoke anymore. Trying to keep the lungs clean, you know?" She said it casually, her tone light, yet her words carried an underlying truth. Chloe was now more invested in maintaining her svelte physique, kicking habits that could potentially deter her fitness goals. Watching Brittney, though, she was reminded of the contrasting reality of their lives. Despite the initial shock of the transformation, it seemed like Brittney was slowly starting to adapt to her new lifestyle, one hearty mouthful at a time. Chloe leaned back against the wall, mesmerized by the sight of her roommate's gluttony. The first takeaway box was nearly empty now, only crumbs of the once-heaping meal remained. It was almost surreal to watch Brittney devour such an impressive amount of food with gusto. "You mentioned a guy named Mike last night," Chloe interjected, raising an eyebrow, "How'd that go?" The mention of Mike instantly triggered a blush that spread across Brittney's round face. Her eyes sparkled as she started rambling, her voice high-pitched with excitement, "Oh, Mike... he was such a sweetheart, you know?" Between mouthfuls of food and occasional sips of her drink, she recounted the evening's events. From the moment Mike leaned casually against the wall beside her, the interesting conversations they had, the beer pong challenge they took on together, to the eventual departure, she shared practically everything. She did not, however, mention the humiliating fall or the distasteful encounter with Jason. Those memories were firmly locked away. Brittney giggled, a silly grin on her face, "He was so different, Chloe. Not like the others... I mean, he even walked me back here... I... I hope I get to see him again." The sentence was punctuated by a rather loud burp. An embarrassed blush colored her cheeks once again, yet Chloe couldn't help but chuckle. Chloe reached into the bag and pulled out another box, this one filled with fluffy pancakes drenched in golden syrup. The sweet aroma wafted around the room, making Brittney's stomach give an anticipatory rumble. She eyed the box being handed to her, a dubious look in her eyes. "Aren't you going to eat anything?" she asked, glancing at her slender roommate. Chloe shook her head, a small, brave smile on her lips, "Nah, I got all this for you, Britt." There was a pause as her words hung in the air. To her surprise, instead of the familiar grimace or sigh of resignation, a flush spread across Brittney's cheeks, her eyes glinting with a strange combination of embarrassment and a tinge of excitement. It was a reaction neither of them expected. Brittney's fingers closed around the box, the pancakes' soft texture seeping warmth into her palms. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of Chloe's words sinking in. She had bought all this food with the expectation that Brittney, with her newly acquired appetite, would finish it off. The revelation, for reasons unknown even to her, made her feel a strange, exhilarating rush. As Brittney took the first bite, the sweet, buttery flavor of the pancakes exploding in her mouth, she couldn't help the moan of satisfaction that escaped her lips. She was indeed becoming increasingly comfortable with her expanded physique, and the delightful pleasures that came along with it. As Brittney chewed the last bite of her second pancake, she felt a surge of fullness roll through her. A low groan of satiation escaped her lips as she pushed the takeout box away slightly, her heavy belly protruding against the tight fabric of her torn panties, looking and feeling incredibly stuffed. "I think... I'll have to save these for later," she declared, panting slightly, her hand resting on her expanded stomach, the slight pressure offering a comforting feeling. Chloe watched her roommate for a moment before a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "Come on, Britt. You can do it," she goaded gently, nudging the box back towards Brittney. Surprisingly, Brittney paused, contemplating the pancakes, then flashed a small, reluctant grin, a glimmer of excitement sparkling in her eyes. The sight startled Chloe; it was a reaction she hadn't seen before in Brittney, especially related to eating. But then, it clicked. The fourth wish. The monkey paw's magic was at play, and Brittney was starting to... enjoy this. With an exhale of determination, Brittney reached for the remaining pancakes. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the first one to her lips, taking a hearty bite. As the taste exploded on her tongue, she couldn't help but release a satisfied moan, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Chloe watched in disbelief and delight as Brittney seemed to revel in her current state, a strange mix of satisfaction and curiosity stirring within her. Brittney's eyes squinted in a mixture of discomfort and bliss as she forked up the last few bites of the final pancake. The mass of sweet, doughy goodness was heavy in her stomach, making her feel painfully full. She felt every stretch and strain of her expanded belly. Her breathing grew deeper, her chest heaving with the effort, the slight swell of her cleavage peeking out from her bra. Her body was awash with an unusual yet intoxicating blend of sensations. The euphoria of her 🌿-induced haze, the overwhelming fullness of her belly, and the lethargic pull of an approaching food coma all converged, sparking a fire of arousal that ignited deep within her. Each bite seemed to stoke this fire, growing bit by bit, sending a warm flush spreading across her face and down her neck. Brittney could hardly believe the feelings coursing through her. She was not only full but sensually engrossed in the experience. She took a moment to close her eyes, to relish the warmth enveloping her body, the tingles of pleasure that prickled her skin. Chloe observed in a mix of fascination and satisfaction. Brittney was no longer just eating. She was indulging, surrendering to a new-found pleasure in her current state of existence, her plump body, her appetite. As she watched Brittney lick her fingers clean, Chloe's lips curled into a victorious smile. She was eager to see how far she could push her roommate. Chloe's eyes gleamed with a thrilling mix of excitement and curiosity. She pulled out another box, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. "Oh, and look what else they had," she said, lifting the lid to reveal half a dozen plump, frosted donuts. Brittney's eyes widened at the sight. Despite the monumental fullness within her, a strange flicker of longing ignited at the sight of the sugary treats. "I...I can't... I'm too full," she managed to groan, yet her gaze remained locked on the donuts. Chloe, on the other hand, was on a roll. Seeing Brittney enjoy her meal and subsequently her enlarged body was fueling a feeling of power within her. "I think you can," she urged, handing a donut to Brittney. Brittney hesitated, the doughy pastry heavy in her hand. Her eyes flicked from the donut to Chloe, and back again. Then, lifted the donut to her lips and took a tentative bite as she laid further into her bed. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, and a low, pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Her bloodshot eyes almost crossed, a dreamy look of bliss on her face. Chloe watched, her breath hitching in her throat. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Brittney, once a slim and active girl, now plumped up and indulging in an enormous meal. And the most startling part of all? She was loving every single second of it. Brittney sat on her creaking bed, clutching one of the doughy pastries. Her mind was a hazy blend of confusion and pleasure as she bit into the donut, surrendering to the burst of flavor that tantalized her taste buds. Each bite, each swallow, was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure that coursed through her. Her breathing grew heavier, and her face heated up. Her mind was racing, trying to understand this foreign feeling, yet failing to. An unusual heat was pooling at the base of her stomach, an erotic tickle that caused her body to tingle with anticipation. She felt wet, arousal seeping into her underwear. She tried to shake off the feeling, tried to tell herself it was wrong, but the sensation was so overpoweringly pleasant that she couldn't resist. She plunged into another donut, her tongue relishing the sugary sweetness. Her free hand, almost unconsciously, traced the curve of her expanded belly. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, further fanning the flames of her arousal. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her cheeks grew warmer. The pleasure was escalating with each passing second, growing with every mouthful of food. She didn't understand it, but the correlation was unmistakable. Her body was reacting to her indulgence, her overeating, in ways she'd never experienced before. As she bit into yet another donut, she couldn't help but moan, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small dorm room. It was a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and an odd sense of pleasure. An undeniable thrill coursed through her at the feeling of her full, rounded stomach pressing against the fabric of her underwear. Brittney couldn't make sense of it all. How was she getting aroused by eating? It wasn't normal, and it was even less so considering her newfound size. She felt a pang of fear alongside her arousal. But even with that, she found herself unable to stop. With her senses heightened, and pleasure coursing through her veins, she continued to gorge on the donuts, surrendering herself to the strange, but undeniably intoxicating experience. Exhausted, Brittney flopped her plump hand down onto her distended belly with an audible slap that echoed in the room. Each jiggling roll of fat was a testament to her debauchery, the supple curves trembling under the force of her touch. Her breathing was ragged, an unusual rhythm that harmonized with the pounding of her heart in her chest. "Just one more, Brittney," Chloe coaxed, her tone laced with a hint of authority that seemed to amplify the charge of Brittney's arousal. It was a sound that, under normal circumstances, she'd find off-putting. But in her present state - disoriented, high, aroused - it sounded deliciously enticing. Brittney, her face now flushed a crimson red, stammered, "Chloe... please..." Her voice trailed off as she fought to suppress the pleasure coursing through her, the intoxicating mix of shame, arousal, and gluttony reaching fever pitch. "Put it... in my mouth..." she managed, a hint of pleading echoing in her words. At her words, Chloe immediately obeyed. She lifted the last remaining donut and, without a second thought, shoved the entire thing into Brittney's waiting mouth, bypassing her barely formed protests. The act was sudden, raw and primal, causing Brittney's heart to skip a beat. Brittney's eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, but the pleasure coursing through her made her only more accepting of it. What was she doing? Why did she ask Chloe that? Her face grew even warmer at the clarity of the situation. Her moan was muffled around the doughnut, an odd mixture of satisfaction, shame, and arousal. The bizarre pleasure she was deriving from the act was too much for her. Her mouth worked quickly, accommodating the doughy mass and sending it on its way to join the rest of the feast in her stomach. With that, her head lulled back, her heavy panting filling the room as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensation coursing through her as she passed out in a daze.
  8. Chapter 14 - The Fourth Wish Brittney stumbled through the door to her shared dorm room, the unravelled events of her night making her feel heavier than ever. The lingering smell of stale beer clung to her, a bitter reminder of the evening she wanted to forget. Her outfit, once a token of her rare confidence, now felt like a mockery of her current state. As the door creaked shut behind her, Chloe's alert eyes flicked to her from her bed. "Hey," she called softly, her voice echoing in the quiet dorm. "How was the party?" There was a note of concern in her voice, noting the downtrodden look on Brittney's face. Brittney's eyes welled up with hot, bitter tears, and all the emotions she'd been stifling since she'd left the party burst forth in an overwhelming flood. "He... he lost a bet!" she choked out between ragged sobs, "Jason, he... he had to fuck a ‘fat girl’!" Chloe sat upright, taken aback by the intensity of Brittney's outburst. "What bet?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "And I... I fell over... at the party," Brittney continued, ignoring Chloe's question. Her face flushed with embarrassment at the memory. "I fell... because I'm so... so fat!" Brittney collapsed onto her bed, her large frame sinking into the mattress, her tears soaking the pillow beneath her. The sobbing shook her entire body, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. All her pent-up emotions, all her embarrassment and frustration, flowed out in a torrent, staining her pillow with saltwater sorrow. Chloe, despite her initial shock, found herself at a loss for words. She could only sit there, silently, watching her roommate break down. Brittney's tear-streaked face hardened as she swiped at her eyes, her outburst gradually subsiding. "Chloe," she began, her voice hoarse from crying, "I need to use the paw. I can't... I can't do this anymore." Chloe bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked away from Brittney, her eyes landing on the ornate, eerie monkey's paw that peeked out from her backpack. It was still grotesquely pristine, its two remaining fingers sticking up in an unnerving salute. "No, Brittney..." she began to protest weakly, but her roommate cut her off. "Why not, Chloe?" Brittney retorted, her frustration returning with a vengeance. "You think this is funny? You think it's a joke?" "I didn't... I never said that," Chloe defended herself, her voice small. "It's just... we need to be careful, okay?" Brittney's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Or maybe you've already used it," she challenged, her voice rising in pitch. "Maybe you wasted the wishes already!" Chloe was taken aback, stunned into silence for a moment. "Brittney, I would never..." she started, but found she couldn't find the words to finish. Instead, she reached over to her bag and held up the monkey's paw, the eerie artifact's remaining fingers clearly visible. "See?" she said, her voice steady. "There are still two fingers up. I didn't use it." For a moment, the room was silent, the tension palpable. Brittney looked at the paw, then at Chloe, her anger slowly fading into sorrow once more. Her gaze dropped to the floor, her tears threatening to well up once again. "I just want to go back to the way things were," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "I can't stand being like this anymore." Brittney slumped onto her bed, her body heavy and tired from the emotional outburst. Her breath gradually steadied, and the upset look on her face was gradually replaced by the peaceful expression of someone falling into a drunken sleep. "Let's talk in the morning, Brittney," Chloe said gently, her gaze still locked onto the monkey's paw. "You're upset and **. Things will look different in the morning, okay?" Brittney only sighed in response, her eyes already half-closed. Within moments, she was lost to the world, the soft sounds of her breathing filling the small dorm room. Chloe moved slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she went to put back the monkey's paw. She looked at it for a long moment before tucking it back into her bag, a rush of guilt and regret washing over her. As she did so, she murmured softly to herself, a quiet confession Brittney probably wouldn’t hear or remember. "I just wish you would enjoy this." The words had barely left her lips before she realized what she had just done, still holding the paw. Looking down, she saw the monkey's paw, a single finger curling down in response to her inadvertent wish. Her heart lurched in her chest as the reality of what she'd done sank in. "Oooh shit," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked from the paw to her sleeping roommate. "What did I do?" Whatever the consequences of the most recent wish, they would have to wait for tomorrow. Chloe shut her eyes and tried to shake off what just happened. ————— As dawn broke, sunlight filtered through the window of the dorm room, Brittney began to stir from her slumber. She blinked open her bleary, bloodshot eyes. A dull ache throbbing at the base of her skull. Her mouth tasted of stale beer and regret, and the memories of the previous night's humiliation flooded back. Her large, plump hand instinctively moved to her stomach, kneading the thick layer of fat in a rhythmic motion. It was a gesture she had come to associate with disgust, a daily reminder of her transformed body. Yet today, a strange sensation coursed through her, one that she had never experienced before. It was a flicker of comfort, of pleasure even, as her fingertips sank into her soft, pliant flesh. Confusion clouded her hungover mind as she reveled in the unexpected satisfaction. "Good morning," Chloe's chipper voice broke through her thoughts. Brittney groaned in response, squinting at her roommate through the morning light. Chloe was perched at her desk, already dressed and munching on an apple, her slim figure a stark contrast to Brittney's. Brittney's gaze moved from her roommate’s body to her own, her hands still idly tracing the rolls and curves of her stomach. She shuddered with unexpected pleasure. Her body was still a foreign landscape. Yet, to her surprise, she found herself lost in the pleasure of her own touch. The sensation was hypnotic, sending little waves of comfort rippling through her. Confused but also soothed, she greeted Chloe with another grumble, rubbing her eyes and gingerly pushing herself up into a sitting position. The fat on her body jiggled with the movement, sending another wave of strange satisfaction through her. As her stomach pushed outward from her position and protested with a rumble, she couldn't help but feel a pang of hunger. "Morning," she replied, a grumpy edge to her voice. "How did I get back here last night?" Brittney asked, her voice husky from sleep and overindulgence. She tried to bring up memories from after the party, but her mind was a foggy blur, the memories slipping away just out of reach. Chloe, still crunching on her apple, gave her a brief look before turning back to her laptop. "I’m not sure. I’m surprised you even made it here, you were plastered." she replied casually, her tone betraying no hint of the previous night's tense exchange. "You were pretty out of it, you know." Brittney frowned, struggling to recall what had happened after her exchange with the repugnant Jason. She faintly remembered a new friend taking her home. The name floated around in her hazy memory - Mike - and eventually connected him to the cool, handsome guy who had been nice enough to chat with her at the party. A flicker of relief washed over her, grateful that at least someone had been kind to her. "But, I was a complete mess, wasn't I?" Brittney mumbled, a flush of embarrassment heating her face. She remembered the humiliating fall and the cruel words of Jason. "You seemed to have had a rough night," Chloe conceded, minimizing her browser and turning to face Brittney. Her face was neutral, devoid of the smug amusement that Brittney had come to expect. A silence fell over the room, thick and awkward. Brittney fidgeted, her hands unconsciously running over her ample stomach. The strange pleasurable sensation was still there, easing some of her embarrassment. Chloe's gaze flickered to the monkey paw lying in her bag. She swallowed hard, deciding not to mention the late-night mishap. She had no idea what the repercussions of her off-hand wish might be, and she wasn't ready to find out. For now, she'd have to tread carefully, and watch for signs of any changes. With a groan, Brittney pushed herself to a sitting position, her body wobbling from the effort. Her head throbbed, the remnants of last night's alcohol coursing through her veins. She lifted her arms and clumsily tugged at her top, the fabric clinging stubbornly to her broad frame. Chloe watched on as the material inched upwards, revealing folds of flesh that had not existed before the wishes. Her eyes widened slightly, the sight a stark difference to the lean, athletic figure she used to share a room with. Brittney continued to undress, unbuttoning her pants and wiggling them down her girthy legs. Her underwear was a simple black set, the fabric straining to contain her abundant curves. Standing in nothing but her underwear, she caught her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her body, larger than she had ever known, stared back at her. Damn, she didn’t look half bad. Attractive even. Instead of the usual rush of sadness or disgust, Brittney felt a strange sense of calm wash over her. Her eyes traced the wide curve of her belly, the jiggly thighs, and the hefty arms. She felt an unexpected thrill, a foreign sensation of acceptance and a tingle of pleasure. What was going on? With a heavy sigh, she sank back onto her bed, the frame groaning under her weight. She lay back, letting her wide half-naked body sprawl out on the mattress with a generous wobble, leaving her clothes abandoned on the floor. Chloe was left in silent awe as Brittney lay before her in all her chubby glory. The curvature of her belly, even when lying down, was absolutely mesmerizing. And as Chloe watched her roommate, she couldn't help but wonder how the last wish would manifest itself on the already transformed Brittney. Brittney's voice broke the silence. "Chloe, could you do me a solid? I need food, and I'm just not up to the walk to the dining hall." Chloe rolled her eyes playfully but nodded, reaching for Brittney's purse on the bedside table. As she did, something unfamiliar fell out. She bent to pick it up, eyebrows furrowing when she saw the tightly rolled **. "Where did this come from?" she asked, holding it up for Brittney to see. Brittney propped herself up on her elbows, eyes widening in surprise. Then, she noticed a small slip of paper nestled inside the purse. She snatched it up, reading the hastily scribbled words. It was a note from Mike: “It was nice hanging out with you. This is for the hangover. Call me :).” At the end, he'd left his number. A flush rose to Brittney's cheeks as she read, and she couldn't help but grin. Her night had been a nightmare, but it seemed like Mike was genuinely nice. Maybe there was a silver lining to the evening after all. She carefully folded the note and tucked it back in her purse, feeling a small spark of excitement at the prospect of calling him. "I've never smoked before," Brittney confessed, eyeing the ** dubiously. Chloe, already at the door, paused and turned back to face her roommate. "Really?" she questioned, her tone layered with amusement. "Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there? I'm pretty sure it's gonna help with that killer hangover. There’s a lighter on my desk I think." Brittney chewed on her lower lip, her brows furrowed in thought. The idea was definitely tempting. If Mike said it would help, and Chloe seemed to agree, then why not? "Fine, I'll try it," she finally relented, a certain sense of determination creeping into her tone. She reached for Chloe's lighter, her fingers trembling slightly as she picked up the **. "Cool," Chloe replied, grinning in satisfaction. "Just take it slow, okay?" With a final wave, she exited the room, leaving Brittney alone. Brittney watched her go, then turned her attention back to the **. She brought the lighter closer, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she prepared for her first smoke. She closed her eyes and took a tentative puff. Then, coughing and sputtering, she eased back into her pillows, the world around her starting to feel a little less harsh as she took another toke.
  9. Chapter 13 - Party Pooper Brittney stood before her full-length mirror, her gaze lingering on her altered silhouette. Her outfit choice was the best she could assemble considering her expanded frame, and although it was not her usual style for this reality, she had to admit it wasn't completely unflattering. Her body was encased in black leggings, a stretchy fabric straining against her newfound abundance. Each roll, every dimple and curve was put on display, the material doing little to hide her ample belly that pooched outward in a gentle, soft mound. Her top was a burst of bright yellow, standing in stark contrast against her fair skin. It was cut low, daringly so, presenting a surplus of cleavage that was still a novelty to Brittney. Her chest had never been so full, so noticeable before. Brittney gingerly ran her palms over her torso, encountering the unfamiliar terrain of her new body - the plush softness, the ripples and folds. It was a strange sensation, unnerving and somewhat unpleasant. This was her body though; as alien as it seemed, she needed to accept it. She scrutinized her reflection, her heart heavy with embarrassment yet oddly tinged with a reluctant acceptance. She was by no means the trim, athletic figure she had been. Yet, despite the discomfort of her body's truth, there was an undeniable, albeit reluctant, spark of attractiveness. A sense of feminine allure that came with her full-bodied appearance. Swallowing down her insecurity, she grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. Tonight, she was going to attempt to embrace her current form and indulge in some fun, regardless of her size. ————— The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation as Brittney approached the old fraternity house. The lawn was littered with red plastic cups, and the thumping bass of the music was already rattling the windows. Two fraternity brothers, their muscles taut against their fitted shirts, were stationed at the entrance. As they took in her large frame, their eyes widened, and their lips curved into smirks. "Uh, you here for the party?" one of them asked, leaning against the doorway. Brittney swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Yeah, I'm meeting Jason," she replied, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her low-cut yellow shirt. Their eyes brightened with amusement as they exchanged glances, their chuckles echoing ominously in the cool night air. Inside, the party was a whirlwind of noise and light. Music pulsed through the room like a heartbeat, bodies swaying rhythmically to its rhythm. Brittney scanned the crowd, her heart pounding in sync with the beat. Amidst the throng of dancing figures, she spotted Jason, his golden hair catching the flickering light. He was leaning against a wall, a red cup in his hand, his eyes distant. Brittney waded through the sea of bodies, struggling to squeeze her massive frame past the people and trying to ignore the occasional sideways glance and whispered comment. "Hey, Jason," she called out over the music, her voice barely a whisper in the cacophony of the room. Jason turned, his blue eyes flickering with surprise before they dropped to the floor. A cursory nod and a tight-lipped smile was all she got. He took a swig of his drink, his body angled away from her, creating an invisible barrier between them. His nonchalant dismissal stung, a slap in the face that echoed louder than any insult, leaving Brittney standing amidst the crowd, feeling more alone than ever. Despite the clamor of the party, Brittney felt as if she was trapped in a soundproof bubble, watching the world move around her. The familiar scent of alcohol wafted from the overflowing cups, intertwining with the musky undertones of body sweat and cologne. She picked up a red plastic cup, the beer inside as gold as the edges of the frat house lights. Brittney took a swig, the cold liquid slipping down her throat, bitter and unfamiliar. She was not a regular drinker, preferring the clarity of sobriety, but tonight, she welcomed the numbness that the alcohol promised. Leaning against the wall, she tried to become one with the shadows, her eyes darting around the room, catching glimpses of people dancing and laughing. Her hand instinctively moved to rest on her stomach, an unconscious attempt to hide the soft roundness that threatened to spill over her stretchy leggings. The texture of her yellow shirt contrasted with the smooth expanse of her belly, the fabric straining against her plumpness. In her thinner life, she would have been in the middle of the dance floor, her body moving effortlessly to the rhythm, her laughter the sweetest melody. But now, as her eyes followed the mostly fit bodies gyrating on the dance floor, she felt an aching void, a longing for a time when she was not defined by her size. Her fingers tightened around the cup, the thin plastic groaning under the pressure. The back door of the frat house creaked open suddenly, a gust of crisp night air rushing in, stirring the thick atmosphere inside. A tall, dark-haired figure strode in nonchalantly, his smoky eyes reflecting the chaos of the party. He radiated a distinct coolness, like he was an island of calm in a sea of wild energy. The scent of fresh 🌿 trailed behind him, with a hint of musky cologne. This intriguing newcomer leaned casually against the wall next to Brittney, projecting an air of composed serenity. "Quite the rager, huh?" His voice was a soothing bass that floated above the blaring music, instantly inviting conversation. Brittney rolled her eyes, her response edging on the sarcastic. "Oh, absolutely. It's a dream come true." “I’m Mike by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” He offered his hand to Brittney. “I’m Brittney,” she said as she accepted his greeting. “I haven’t really been out this semester. I was supposed to be meeting this guy here tonight but I was essentially ghosted in real time.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. “Who? Jason? Give me a break. Fuck that guy.” “You know him?” "Yeah I know most everyone who lives here. I sell 🌿 to some of the brothers," he admitted nonchalantly. He thrived on the fringes of the collegiate norms, his rebellious charisma setting him apart. As their conversation evolved, Brittney found herself unspooling the tangled emotions of her night. She vented about Jason's cold indifference, and the insecurity she had been battling. Mike listened attentively, his gaze holding a soft empathy that served as a balm to her discomfort. When she finished recounting her experience with Jason, Mike shook his head, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance. "Jason's a tool," he declared, his voice carrying a weight of conviction. "You deserve better." The offhand comment stirred a warm glow within Brittney. The feeling was unexpected but comforting, a validation she hadn't realized she craved. Spotting her empty cup, Mike offered her another beer. Brittney hesitated, the world already swaying slightly from the two she had already downed. But something in his unjudging gaze urged her to take it. Their fingers brushed as she accepted the can, the brief contact igniting a flutter in her chest. She drowned it with another swig of beer, relishing the refreshing taste that mingled with the intoxicating conversation. The cozy ambiance of their corner continued to envelope them, their private bubble secluding them from the raucous party. With each passing moment, Brittney found herself growing more at ease with Mike. His calm demeanor and thoughtful conversation eased her apprehensions. His frequent bouts of laughter, a deep resonating sound that echoed pleasantly in her ears, rekindled a sense of confidence within her that she hadn't felt since her dramatic transformation. She was no longer the apprehensive girl clutching her stomach; instead, she felt invincible, a part of the electrifying energy that pulsed through the house. The golden liquid in her can sloshed to and fro as she laughed and talked, her inhibitions diminishing with each sip. An intoxicating blend of beer and joy coursed through her veins, causing her to feel giddy and uninhibited. Her laughter was now loud and infectious, her smiles brighter, her whole persona more vibrant. The earlier awkwardness with Jason felt like a distant memory, replaced by the genuine camaraderie she was experiencing with Mike. Suddenly, Mike’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he proposed, "Hey, you up for some beer pong?" The corners of his mouth curled up into a playful grin. Brittney's heart fluttered in her chest, a flurry of excitement igniting at his suggestion. The thought of standing in the spotlight made her stomach churn, but the sight of Mike's expectant gaze steeled her resolve. She responded, her voice stronger than she felt, "Absolutely. Let's do this." With newfound determination, she pushed herself off the wall, her round figure swaying slightly from the multiple drinks. But Brittney was undeterred. Instead, she moved with a charming audacity, her fears forgotten as she accepted Mike's extended hand and headed toward the beer pong table. Mike started to lean in, his voice lowering in a bid to explain the game rules. But before he could finish, Brittney interrupted, "Mike, this isn't my first rodeo," she said, a glint of defiance in her eyes. "I've played, and won, this game more times than I can count," she added, a proud grin on her face. There was a time when she was the beer pong champion amongst her friends. Her memory flooded with images of victorious nights, standing atop tables with her skinny arms raised high in triumph, her laughter mixing with the cheers of the crowd. The only difference now was her size, and the sobriety. A puzzled look flashed across her face as she observed the cups. "Why are the cups half full of beer?" she questioned aloud. She remembered using only water in her games. The two brothers on the other side of the table, their fraternity letters emblazoned on their shirts, shared a knowing look before answering. "House rules," one of them said with a smirk. "You've got to drink what's in the cups." A wave of realization washed over Brittney, but she was far too inebriated to care. With a nonchalant shrug, she simply said, "Well then, let’s do it." The game started off rocky for Brittney and Mike, with the opposing team scoring an early lead. But soon, Brittney's natural skill and the camaraderie between her and Mike shone through. The plastic ball found its mark more often than not, Brittney's triumphant laughter ringing out each time. Mike cheered her on, their earlier losses forgotten as they made an impressive comeback. Despite her growing intoxication and the fullness in her belly from the beer, Brittney was enjoying herself, embracing her larger figure and the joy of the moment. Excitement crackled through the air, the tension palpable as the game approached its climax. Only three cups remained on each side. The frat house living room was packed with spectators, their hoots and jeers adding to the electric atmosphere. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding her senses, Brittney was consumed by the excitement, her heavy body bouncing and swaying in tandem with the pulsating rhythm of the crowd. Her full figure heaved with exertion and alcohol-induced euphoria, each step making her wobble, her balance tenuous. Her hefty belly jiggled with every move she made. Still, she held onto the thrill of the moment, the sensation of her enlarged body barely registering amidst the wild exhilaration. Brittney and Mike managed to pull ahead, their victory hanging on a single, decisive shot. As the plastic ball landed in the last cup, a triumphant shout erupted from Brittney's lips. She turned towards Mike, her heavy arms flung wide in a victorious gesture. However, in her ** state, Brittney failed to notice a wet patch on the floor. She skidded, her feet slipping out from under her. Despite a frantic attempt to regain balance, her large, heavy body was too much for her to control. The inertia carried her forward, and with a gasp, she tumbled, her fall only halted by the unfortunate beer pong table. The sound of shattering plastic cups and the splatter of beer was like an explosion, immediately silencing the raucous party. The music stuttered to a stop, the room plunged into a stunned silence. Brittney lay sprawled among the wreckage of the table, the embarrassment burning hotter than any alcohol flush. The abrupt halt of the party was like a bucket of cold water, her exhilaration washed away, replaced with the bitter taste of humiliation. The frenzied atmosphere of the party thankfully returned almost as quickly as it had vanished, the crowd slipping back into their revelries with an ease that left Brittney feeling slightly less exposed. An awkward chuckle slipped from between her lips, the sound barely audible over the cacophony of music and chatter. As if to punctuate her embarrassment further, her hefty body still sat among the remnants of the beer pong table. Mike, ever the gentleman, came to her aid, offering a hand. His brows knitted together in concern as he struggled to lift her. The straining muscles of his arms bore testimony to the enormity of the task, but he hid his discomfort behind a polite smile. Brittney brushed herself off, her face still a flaming red, her heart pounding against her chest. A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her as she met Jason's eyes across the room. His gaze was ice cold, devoid of any warmth, even as his lips turned upwards in a forced smile. Jason made his way through the crowd, flanked by two frat brothers who seemed to be having a hard time containing their giddy expressions. A sense of dread washed over Brittney. The sight of Jason approaching, accompanied by the jeers of his friends, threatened to overshadow the tentative confidence she had been building throughout the night. "Brittney…right?" Jason drawled out her name, his voice laced with a sickeningly smug undertone. The words hung in the air, sparking a wave of stifled laughter from his frat brothers. "Are we... are we doing this now?" His eyebrows quirked up in an implicit proposition. The words hit Brittney like a punch to the gut, her mind whirring as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Jason hadn't spoken a single word to her throughout the night, and now he was proposing... this? A sense of confusion gave way to anger as she found her voice. "You haven't even talked to me tonight," Brittney accused, her voice barely above a whisper, yet cutting through the noise of the party. Jason shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk on his face deepening. "Well, this was my punishment for losing in fantasy football, wasn't it?" His words were met with raucous laughter from his friends, echoing mockingly in Brittney's ears. A lump formed in Brittney's throat, her vision blurring with unshed tears. Her humiliation had become the evening's entertainment. Just as she felt her legs give way beneath her, a steady hand grabbed her arm. Mike. "Let's get you home, Brittney," he suggested, his voice the only steady thing in the whirlwind of humiliation and heartbreak that was her night. Brittney found herself nodding, unable to trust her voice. She followed Mike by his arm, heavily relying on him for support, her drunken stupor making everything around her spin. The night had ended far from what she had hoped for, leaving her with a bitter taste and a wounded ego.
  10. Chapter 12 - Dining Hall Dumpling Brittney sat in the corner of the dining hall, papers spread out across the table as she diligently worked on her homework. The dining hall had become her go-to study spot, not only because of the constant supply of food but also because it provided a change of scenery from her dorm room, where she was constantly reminded of the monkey paw that had changed her life. Once full plates that lay strewn about her were now littered with crumbs and stained with grease, evidence of her indulgent, endless meal. As she absentmindedly savored another cheesy, gooey bite of pizza, she couldn't help but reminisce about her former slender figure. A month had passed since the disastrous wish, and while she still yearned to revert to her previous self, she had gradually grown somewhat accustomed to her enlarged body. She still longed to change back, but she knew that she needed to be patient and wait for the right opportunity. Chloe, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying her roommate's situation a little too much. She kept the monkey paw close to her at all times, never giving Brittney a chance to take it and try to reverse the wish. Throughout the month, Brittney had sunken deeper into her lazy habits. Her days were often spent lounging around her dorm, as her substantial weight made it increasingly difficult to partake in the activities she used to enjoy. In lieu of exercise, she found solace in the comforting embrace of her bed, binging on her favorite TV shows and snacking away her boredom. Her growing appetite seemed insatiable, with each new dish bringing her a sense of satisfaction that she couldn't resist. The flavors danced on her tongue, the textures tantalized her taste buds, and the fullness that followed each meal was strangely gratifying. As her waistline continued to expand, so too did her acceptance of this new, more sedentary lifestyle. Brittney finished the last bite of her pizza, her taste buds relishing the flavorful combination of cheese and sauce. Her gaze drifted down to her overfed belly, now resting heavily in her lap and pressing against the edge of the table. A faint longing filled her eyes as she placed a hand on her swollen midsection, reminiscing about her once slender figure and the days when she could participate in sports and exercise without feeling self-conscious about her appearance. She sighed, acknowledging that in her current state, she couldn't muster the courage or motivation to engage in physical activities. Her thoughts were interrupted as a cheerful Chloe appeared, her arms laden with two plates piled high with an assortment of dining hall delicacies. "Hey, Brittney!" Chloe greeted with a grin, placing the plates on the table. "I thought you might want some company and a little extra food to help you power through your homework." Brittney couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Chloe's nonchalant attitude towards her size. However, the enticing aroma of the food before her quickly overpowered her irritation, and she found herself digging into the new dishes. As the two friends chatted and enjoyed their meal, Brittney felt a momentary sense of normalcy, trying her best to ignore the nagging desire to reclaim her former physique. “So what’s up with you?” Brittney asked. Chloe's eyes lit up enthusiastically. “I actually started running with the cross country club! I never realized how fun and exhilarating it could be! The feeling of the wind in my hair and pushing my body to its limits is just amazing." Brittney looked down at her plate, a hint of sadness in her voice as she replied, "I used to be in that club too, you know." Her heart ached at the thought of her previous passion. Chloe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Brittney's claim. In this altered reality, it was difficult to imagine Brittney ever having been a part of the cross country club, let alone running for fun. As Chloe looked at Brittney's overweight form, she couldn't help but take in every detail of her roommate's body. The way her ample stomach rested on her lap, her plump arms, and the softness of her round face all seemed to be a testament to a life of indulgence and leisure. Despite knowing it was inappropriate, Chloe reveled in the sight before her. She had to admit that there was something undeniably appealing about Brittney's new figure. Chloe pushed the thought aside, reminding herself to be sensitive to her friend's feelings. "Well, maybe once you get more comfortable with your new size, you could try going for a walk or something," Chloe suggested gently, trying to be encouraging. "You don't have to jump back into running right away." Brittney nodded, but she knew deep down that the thought of exercising in her current state was daunting. For now, she would continue to focus on adjusting to her new life, and hope that the opportunity to change back would present itself soon. “Hold on, I'll be right back,” said Chloe suddenly as she stood up. “I think they have an ice cream bar today. I’ll get us some.” She returned minutes later, licking a cone and holding a large dinner bowl filled to the brim with the largest sundae assortment Brittney had ever seen. “I assume that one’s for me?” she asked. Chloe just smiled as she set down the behemoth dessert in front of her roommate. Brittney couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and gratitude as Chloe continued to replenish her food supply. Over the past month, she had grown increasingly suspicious of her roommate's intentions. It seemed like Chloe was always there, offering more food and encouraging Brittney to indulge herself. Deep down, Brittney wondered if Chloe had an ulterior motive, perhaps enjoying her roommate's increased size a little too much. Yet, despite her suspicions, Brittney couldn't bring herself to refuse the food Chloe provided. There was something comforting about not having to get up and fetch it herself. The convenience, combined with her growing appetite and an ever-present sense of hunger, made it all too easy to continue eating. As they continued chatting, Brittney tried to push her concerns to the back of her mind. After all, Chloe had been her friend and roommate since they had started school, and they had been through a lot together. Was it possible that she was simply misinterpreting Chloe's actions? Perhaps Chloe was just trying to help her adjust to her new life. Brittney decided to focus on the positives for now. She had food, a friend by her side, and the comfort of knowing she still had two wishes left to eventually change her life back. But for the time being, she would try to make the best of her situation, even if it meant accepting the help and generosity of her seemingly well-intentioned roommate. "Oh, by the way," Chloe said, "I need the room later tonight. Alex is coming over." Brittney rolled her eyes, but agreed without protest. She couldn't help feeling jealous of Chloe, who had been killing it on the dating scene ever since becoming skinny. Alex, in particular, had been a frequent visitor over the past few weeks. Brittney raised a curious eyebrow at Chloe. "Didn't you used to be into girls?" Chloe chuckled, "I'm bi, actually. I like both guys and girls. It's all about the person, not their gender." She looked at Brittney up and down thoughtfully for a moment before asking, "Have you managed to get laid at all since, you know..?" As Brittney was about to respond, a group of girls from the cross-country team showed up at their table. “Hey Chloe, will we see you later for our run?” “Probably not today. I’m having a guy over. But hey, Brittney, I want you to meet some of my new friends. This is Emma, Sarah, and Elizabeth." Chloe said, gesturing to the girls. Brittney felt a pang of embarrassment as she recognized Elizabeth from her old reality. She had always been one of the more popular girls, and the two of them had really gotten along. "Hi, nice to meet you." Elizabeth said with a smile as she took in the obese girl’s figure. The other girls eyed Brittney's larger body, their gazes lingering on the empty plates surrounding her. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the girls walked away, and Brittney couldn't help but overhear hushed comments as they left. Chloe, seemingly oblivious to the girls' comments, continued chatting with Brittney. "What were we talking about? Oh, right. So have you gotten laid at all since, you know, the change?" Chloe asked, her tone light and teasing. Brittney's cheeks flushed red, and she looked away. "No, I haven't even thought about it," she admitted, feeling embarrassed. "I just don't think anyone would be interested in me like this." Chloe shook her head, trying to be supportive. "You'd be surprised, Brittney. There are plenty of people out there who would find you attractive just the way you are. Don't let your size hold you back from enjoying life." Brittney appreciated Chloe's words, but couldn't help but feel doubtful. She had never thought of herself as someone who could be attractive at her current size, and the idea of putting herself out there was intimidating. As she watched Chloe head out of the dining hall, Brittney wondered if she would ever be able to feel confident in her own skin again. With that, Chloe said her goodbyes and left Brittney to ponder her words. As she sat in the dining hall, surrounded by empty plates and her half-finished homework, Brittney couldn't help but let her mind wander to the idea of dating and intimacy in her bigger body. Could Chloe be right? Were there really guys out there who would be attracted to her as she was now? And if so, could she find the confidence to put herself out there and explore this new side of her life? As the thoughts swirled in her mind, Brittney realized that maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to take a leap of faith and embrace the unknown. Feeling a sense of determination and fueled by loneliness, Brittney decided to take the plunge and download Tinder. She knew that putting herself out there was a necessary step if she wanted to explore the potential for romance or better yet, sex. As she began crafting her profile, Brittney scrolled through her camera roll in search of photos to include. Her timeline now reflected her rewritten reality of always having been large, but it was evident that she had gained a significant amount of weight in the past two years. Taking a deep breath, she chose the best pictures she could find and finalized her profile. With a mix of excitement and nerves, Brittney started swiping through the profiles of men she found attractive. At first, it felt strange to be evaluating potential matches based on a few photos and short bios, but as she swiped left and right, Brittney found herself becoming more comfortable with the process. She knew she couldn't be too picky, considering her current situation, but she still found herself drawn to certain profiles more than others. As the matches began to roll in, Brittney felt her confidence growing. Maybe Chloe was right after all – there were guys out there who were genuinely interested in her, even with her larger body. The thought sent a thrill through her, and she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope and excitement for what the future might hold. As Brittney began receiving matches and messages, her excitement was dampened by some of the comments she saw. Messages like "You're pretty hot for a fat girl" and "Maybe if you lost a little weight..." left her feeling disheartened and embarrassed. She knew that putting herself out there meant she would be vulnerable to criticism, but she hadn't expected the comments to sting quite so much. Feeling disheartened, Brittney was about to close the app and take a break when a new message caught her eye. It was from a frat bro named Jason, who seemed genuinely interested in her. After exchanging a few messages, Jason invited her to a fraternity party that night. He assured her that it would be a fun, relaxed environment where she let loose. Brittney hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready to take that leap. The harsh comments from earlier still lingered in her mind, but she also knew that she couldn't let the negativity of a few people hold her back. Ultimately, she decided to accept the invitation and see where the night would take her. Feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation, Brittney spent the rest of the day preparing for the party. She picked out an outfit that she thought best hid her pronounced gut and showed off the better bits like her enormous ass. As the evening approached, she sent a quick text to Chloe, letting her know that she was going to the fraternity party. With her heart pounding and her mind racing, Brittney made her way to the house, ready to embrace the unknown and see what the night had in store for her.
  11. Chapter 11 - New Outlooks Brittney waddled along the sidewalk of downtown Ashburn, her body proving to be a challenge to maneuver. With every step she took, her thunder thighs rubbed together, and her belly, butt, and arms jiggled uncontrollably. The constant motion was a stark reminder of her current predicament—trapped in her now 230-pound body. Her heart raced as she approached the location of The Mystic Gains Exchange. She desperately hoped that the woman could help her find a way to reverse the wish that had turned her into a fatty. But as she neared the storefront, her heart sank. Instead of the mysterious shop she was expecting, there stood a pop-up cookie shop, its bright signage and sweet aroma a cruel contrast to her expectations. Brittney's eyes filled with tears as she realized that her chance at regaining her former body was slipping further away. Panicked and desperate, she pushed open the door of the cookie shop, the bell above jingling merrily. Inside, the warm scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, but Brittney barely noticed as she scanned the room for an employee. A young woman behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Hi there, welcome to Cookie Bliss! How can I help you?" Brittney swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Um, I was wondering if you could tell me what happened to the store that used to be here... The Mystic Gains Exchange?" The employee furrowed her brow, considering the question. "I'm not really sure. The owner of this place just rented the space a couple of weeks ago. We’re just a pop-up, so we tend to take out space when a store closes down or moves somewhere else." Brittney's heart plummeted, her last hope dashed. Her emotions swirled inside her as she stood in the cookie shop, the realization that she had to rely on her roommate and the two remaining wishes made her feel sick. She felt trapped and helpless, her eyes welling up with tears as she stared blankly at the display case filled with tempting treats. The empathetic employee noticed her distress and quickly offered a distraction. "Here, try a sample of our newest flavor. It's a chocolate chunk and caramel delight." Brittney hesitated but found herself unable to resist the proffered cookie. Her hand trembled as she took the small morsel and bit into it. The taste was exquisite—rich chocolate and gooey caramel melded together in perfect harmony. For a brief moment, her worries were forgotten as the flavor transported her to a happier place. With a small smile playing on her lips, she noticed her belly grumble, her hand instinctively resting upon the soft mound of fat. She looked at the display case again and made a decision. "I'll take a dozen of these, please." The employee beamed, glad to see Brittney's spirits lifting. "Of course! I'll get those boxed up for you right away." As Brittney left the store with a box of the large cookies in hand, she felt a small surge of determination. She knew she had to either get the claw back, or convince Chloe to make the right wish and fix her situation. And she wasn’t too confident in the second option. As she waddled her way back to her dorm, she knew she had to find another way to fix her situation. But with every heavy, lumbering step, the weight of her predicament seemed to grow even more overwhelming. For now, she would allow herself a small indulgence, savoring the cookies that had momentarily brightened her day. Brittney arrived back at her dorm, relieved to find that Chloe was still out. With a deep breath, she heaved her body onto her bed, the mattress creaking under her weight. She opened the box of cookies, the enticing aroma wafting through the room, and began to eat them one by one. Each bite of the first cookie brought a wave of pleasure, the rich chocolate and gooey caramel delighting her taste buds. As she savored the sweet morsel, her thoughts wandered to the upcoming semester. She couldn't help but imagine how her life would be at her current size—the stares and whispers, the struggle to find clothes that fit, and the discomfort of squeezing into lecture hall seats. Despite the heaviness in her heart, she continued to indulge in the cookies, each one offering a momentary escape from her reality. By the time she reached the eighth cookie, she could feel her belly straining against her clothing, fullness threatening to overpower her appetite. She hesitated, glancing down at the remaining cookies in the box, then down to her distended stomach. The flavors were just too tempting, and she rationalized that she'd already eaten so many; what was the harm in having just one more? Brittney picked up the ninth cookie, the chocolate chunks and caramel glistening enticingly. She took a bite, and despite her fullness, the taste was irresistible. Her belly protested as she finished the cookie, but she brushed off the discomfort, her thoughts consumed by the rich, decadent flavors. As she lay on her bed, surrounded by the evidence of her indulgence, Brittney plotted how she would manage to get ahold of the paw. The thought of facing the semester at her current size, with her ever-growing appetite, was a daunting prospect she wasn't ready to accept just yet. ————— Chloe returned to the dorm room, quietly opening the door and slipping inside, a bag of Taco Bell in hand. She couldn't help but smile as she found Brittney passed out on her bed, a food coma having overtaken her after her cookie binge. The near empty box lay discarded nearby, a testament to her ravenous appetite. Chloe's gaze roamed over her roommate's fat, bloated body. She marveled at how much Brittney had changed, struggling to reconcile the image of the once-tiny girl with the large, curvy woman before her. As her eyes lingered on the soft rolls and curves, she felt a familiar warmth and excitement building within her. Brittney stirred, groggily waking up to find Chloe standing beside her bed, looking down at her with a mix of amusement and admiration. Brittney's expression soured as she remembered her anger towards Chloe, the hurt and betrayal still fresh in her mind. She sat up slowly, her pudgy arms brushing her doughy flesh as she tried to adjust her weight. "Enjoying the view?" Brittney snapped, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. Chloe grinned, unfazed by Brittney's anger. "I can't help it," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "You're just so cute and cuddly now." Brittney huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm still mad at you, you know. This isn't funny." Chloe's expression softened, but her resolve remained firm. "I know you're upset, Brittney, but I really think you should think all of this through. You might find that you’re making a pretty big deal out of all of this." Brittney's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who's stuck like this." Chloe, realizing that she needed to diffuse the situation and cheer up her upset roommate, decided to reveal her surprise she had brought back with her. "You know, I found a new Taco Bell that just opened up nearby," she said casually, trying to gauge Brittney's reaction. "And I may have picked up a big pack with 12 tacos on my way back." Brittney's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but salivate at the thought of the tasty tacos. Her anger momentarily forgotten, she looked at Chloe with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. "You really got tacos for us?" she asked, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. Chloe grinned, pulling out the Taco Bell and setting it on the table in the middle of their room. "I figured it might help cheer you up." As the tantalizing smell of the tacos filled the room, Brittney found herself unable to resist the temptation. Her earlier anger and embarrassment seemed to fade away, replaced by an insatiable hunger. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and waddled over to the table, her plump body jiggling with every step. Chloe watched in fascination as Brittney eagerly grabbed a taco and took a big bite, her eyes closing in delight as she savored the flavor. Despite her earlier food coma, it seemed that the promise of Taco Bell was enough to reawaken Brittney's voracious appetite. As Brittney began to devour the tacos, Chloe nibbled on just one, her eyes fixated on her roommate. She couldn't help but be fascinated by the way Brittney's newly plump body jiggled with each bite and movement. Between mouthfuls, Brittney couldn’t help but fall back into their previous conversation. "I just don't want to be stuck like this all semester," she grumbled, her cheeks full of food. "I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't change back." "I went to the shop where we found the monkey's paw," Brittney continued mid-bite, her voice tense and accusatory. "It's not there anymore. It's just some stupid cookie shop." Chloe looked taken aback, the excitement of bringing Taco Bell for them fading as she registered the seriousness in Brittney's tone. "I didn't know that," she replied softly. "I'm sorry." Brittney huffed and crossed her arms over her enormous belly, which was still bloated from her earlier cookie binge. "So now what? I'm stuck like this? You still won't let me use the paw to wish this away?" Chloe bit her lip, torn between wanting to help her roommate and the desire to keep her as she was now. She hesitated for a moment before responding, "I just really think we should wait. If you try to wish it away now, you might just make things worse." Brittney paused, a taco halfway to her mouth, and considered Chloe's words. She was desperate to return to her former self, but the fear of another disastrous wish made her hesitate. Despite her reservations, she knew she couldn't keep living like this. Brittney continued to eat taco after taco, her appetite waning with each passing bite. Chloe watched on with lust, her eyes tracing the movements of Brittney's hands as they brought more food to her lips. Finally, after finishing her seventh taco, Brittney looked down at the wrappers scattered around her and realized how much she had eaten. The guilt hit her like a tidal wave, and she cried out in frustration. "I can't believe I ate so much! I'm so gross! I just can't take being this fat anymore!" Chloe couldn't help but snap back, annoyed with the melo-drama coming from her roommate. "Enough, Brittney! Being fat isn't the end of the world, and you need to stop acting like it is!" Brittney stared at Chloe, taken aback by her sudden outburst. Chloe took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Look, I've been fat for most of my life, and I still enjoyed my life. Sure, it's not always easy, and people can be cruel, but it's not the terrible, life-ending thing you're making it out to be." Brittney blinked in surprise, processing Chloe's words. She hadn't considered how her constant complaining about her size might affect her roommate, who had always been heavier than her. Chloe continued, her voice softening. "I hoped that by experiencing life in a bigger body, you could understand that it's not as awful as you think it is. That you could see that people can still be happy and successful and loved, even if they're not thin. But all you do is complain and wallow in self-pity. It's exhausting." Brittney felt a pang of guilt, realizing the impact her negativity was having on her roommate. She had been so caught up in her own misery that she hadn't considered anyone else's feelings. "I... I'm sorry, Chloe," Brittney stammered, her voice cracking. "I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad." Chloe gave her a small, sad smile. "It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. But maybe try to remember that there's more to life than just being thin. Like, has it not been nice to just relax a little bit? I know you really enjoyed working out, but come on, you can’t say you don’t mind not having to." Brittney nodded, wiping her face. She knew Chloe was right, it had been kind of nice to let go a little. And she had never quite enjoyed food the way she now was. She supposed the experience wasn’t all bad. She took a deep breath and let Chloe's words sink in. She realized that her roommate was right; she needed to be more careful with the remaining wishes, and perhaps it was time for her to learn how to accept her current size and make the best of her situation. "Alright, Chloe," Brittney sighed, her voice calmer now. "If you want me to stay like this for a while, I will. But I really do want to figure out the best way to get back to normal." Chloe's face lit up, relief washing over her. "I'm glad you're willing to give it a shot, Brittney. I promise we’ll figure it out eventually." By the time the girls had settled their differences, Brittney had eaten nine of the twelve tacos, and she had started to wince in discomfort, her stomach feeling painfully full. Chloe, however, was far from satisfied. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and a tingling sensation of arousal spread through her body as she continued to watch Brittney. "Come on, Brittney, you can't leave just three lonely tacos behind," Chloe teased, a wicked grin on her face. "Besides, you've come this far. Why not go all the way?" Brittney hesitated, her hand hovering over the remaining tacos. She knew she was already full to the point of discomfort, but something in Chloe's voice made her want to keep going. Reluctantly, she picked up another taco and began to eat. As Brittney struggled through the last three tacos, her pace slowing down considerably, Chloe's arousal grew stronger. She couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of her roommate's body stretching and filling out even more. When Brittney finally finished the last taco, Chloe handed her a Mountain Dew to wash it all down. Brittney gratefully accepted it and drank it in large gulps. She groaned and leaned back in her chair, her swollen belly straining against her clothes. Chloe couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and desire. “God I can’t believe I can eat this much now. Did you even have any?” Brittney asked. “Just one,” Chloe chuckled, glancing at her roommate looking longingly at the remainder of her cookies. “But I don’t mind. Say, are you going to finish those cookies?” Brittney blushed as she clutched her stomach. She did want to finish those cookies.
  12. Chapter 10 - The Third Wish Brittney arrived back at college, her heart pounding with anxiety. As she unpacked her belongings in her dorm room, her phone buzzed with a text from Chloe. "Hey girl, just got back! Wanna grab some food? I'm starving!" the message read. Brittney's stomach growled at the mention of food, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since leaving home. Eager to catch up with her friend and satisfy her hunger, she made her way to the dining hall. She spotted Chloe across the room, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was clear that Chloe had spent her winter break working out with an intensity that Brittney had never seen before. She looked absolutely jacked, her toned muscles rippling beneath her tight-fitting athletic wear. Brittney couldn't help but wonder if her lack of self-control had something to do with Chloe's wish and newfound dedication to fitness. She had to admit, the change in her friend was both impressive and intimidating. As Brittney approached, Chloe's face lit up with a wide grin. "Hey, Britt! You look adorable!" she teased, giving her friend a once-over. "I'm glad you've given in to living life as a true fatty. It suits you!" Brittney felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her cheeks, but she tried to brush off the comment with a weak chuckle. "Yeah, well, I guess I just enjoyed my break a little too much," she admitted, trying to play it off as a harmless indulgence. “I guess it’s harder than I thought to lose all this. I’m 179 pounds now.” “Goddamn Brittney! I don’t think I was ever that heavy!” Chloe’s comment made Brittney blush. As the two friends sat down to eat, Brittney couldn't help but compare herself to Chloe, who looked fitter and more energetic than ever. She told herself that it wouldn't be long before she could use the monkey paw to wish her old body back, but for now, she had to endure the uncomfortable reality of her current situation. As they caught up over lunch, Brittney listened to Chloe's tales of grueling workouts and healthy eating, feeling both envious and inspired by her friend's progress. She couldn’t help the jealousy that arose within her. It should be her who was the thin one, not this fattened form that left her barely willing to go on a leisurely walk. But for now, she tried to focus on the present, enjoying her meal and the company of her friend, all the while silently figuring out how to finally make her wish and reclaim the body she once had. Brittney looked down at her empty plate and sighed, her stomach still growling for food. "I'm really starving," she confessed to Chloe. "I'm going to go grab some food." As Brittney got up to retrieve her meal, Chloe couldn't help but admire her friend's plump figure. Her eyes followed the sway of her roommate's hips and the way her full thighs rubbed together with each step. Chloe felt a twinge of guilt for enjoying the sight of her friend's weight gain, but she couldn't deny the attraction. Chloe picked at her salad as she watched with a mix of amazement and growing arousal as Brittney returned with a heaping plate of stir fry, practically overflowing with colorful vegetables and savory meats. She observed Brittney's pudgy fingers deftly gripping her fork as she eagerly shoveled food into her mouth, and Chloe found herself entranced by the way her friend's cheeks puffed out with each bite. After scarfing down the stir fry, Brittney went back for another plate, this time returning with a generous portion of pasta. Before digging back in, she went back one last time, coming back with a plate of assorted desserts and a glass of coke. Chloe couldn't contain her shock, raising her eyebrows at the sheer amount of food her friend was consuming. "Wow, Britt, I've never seen you eat like this before. I guess your appetite has grown as much as your waistline, huh?" Brittney blushed, feeling her face heat up from both embarrassment and the exertion of her binge. She swallowed a mouthful of pasta and sighed. "Yeah, well, it's all temporary," she insisted, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Remember, the two months are up now, and I'm ready to change back to my skinny self as soon as we get back to the dorm." Chloe nodded, still unable to shake the thrill she felt watching Brittney eat with such abandon. Though she was happy for her friend's upcoming transformation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that Brittney was so eager to change back. "Yeah, I remember. I'm excited for you to get your old body back. Just make sure you don't get too used to eating like this, okay? You don't want to lose control completely." Brittney nodded, taking another bite of her dessert. She could feel the weight of Chloe's gaze on her as she continued to eat, and she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. The constant reminders of her size were starting to wear on her. As the girls finished their meal and prepared to head back to their dorm, Brittney's mind raced with anticipation. She couldn't wait to leave this overweight body behind. But as she struggled to keep up alongside Chloe, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she had become too comfortable in her indulgent lifestyle. As much as she wanted to change, she worried that the transition back to her old self might not be as easy as she had hoped. — The girls returned to their dorm, with Brittney absolutely stuffed but ready to transform back. Brittney couldn't wait to use the monkey paw to regain her slim figure. Once inside, Brittney excitedly turned to her roommate. "Chloe, can I have the monkey paw now? I can't wait anymore." Chloe hesitated, clutching the paw in her hand. She looked into Brittney's eyes, trying to gauge her friend's determination. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Britt?" "Of course I'm sure!" Brittney replied, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "I've been waiting for this day for weeks. Why are you hesitating?" Chloe sighed, knowing she had to be honest with her friend. "It's just... I've really enjoyed having someone else be the 'fat friend' for a change. I feel less self-conscious, and it's been nice to experience all of this. I know it's selfish, but I kind of like how things are right now. It’s fun." Brittney looked at Chloe with surprise, touched by her friend's vulnerability but also determined to reclaim her former body. "I understand where you're coming from, Chloe, but I really need to do this. I can't keep living like this." With a resigned sigh, Chloe nodded and tossed the monkey paw to Brittney. "Alright, go ahead. Just be careful what you wish for, okay?" Brittney caught the paw, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to make her wish. She knew that this was her chance to regain control of her life and her body, and she was more than ready to seize it. As Brittney held the paw in her hands, she glanced over at Chloe, marveling at her friend's trim body. Chloe looked stunning, her toned physique showcasing the results of her dedicated workouts over break. She could easily pass for a supermodel, and Brittney couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. In that moment, Brittney felt a surge of ambition. If Chloe could look that good, then why couldn't she look even better? Her determination grew, fueled by a desire to not only regain her former figure but to surpass it. She wanted to be the most attractive version of herself, someone who would turn heads and leave people in awe. With newfound resolve, Brittney took one last glance at her plump figure in the mirror as she clutched the monkey paw tightly in her hand and made her wish. "I wish to be twice as attractive as I was before," she whispered, her voice filled with hope and determination. As the words left her lips, she held her breath, waiting for the magic of the monkey paw to take effect. The familiar warm sensation spread through Brittney's body, causing her to freeze up just as she had the last time the monkey paw worked its magic. She couldn't help but smile, eagerly anticipating her transformation back into her slender, attractive self. However, something felt off. Instead of the expected sensation of her body slimming down, she felt her flesh expanding, her clothes becoming tighter and tighter around her. Chloe's voice, laced with concern and confusion, rang out. "Why the hell would you phrase your wish like that, Brittney?" Brittney's eyes snapped open, her heart pounding with panic as she realized that she hadn't specifically wished to be thinner or to have her previous body back; she had wished to be twice as attractive, and the monkey paw had twisted her words. Her body was rapidly growing fatter, doubling the size she once was. Horrified, Brittney watched in the mirror as her already chubby face grew even rounder, her cheeks ballooning out and her double chin multiplying and becoming more pronounced. She cried out in disbelief, her frozen hands attempting to fly to her face as she tried to comprehend the transformation that was taking place. Her thick doughy arms were becoming overstuffed sausages, the fat jiggling with the movement of her growth. Her breasts swelled, becoming enormous mounds that strained against the fabric of her shirt, making it difficult for her to breathe. Brittney could feel the weight of her expanding chest pulling her forward. Her belly, which had already been quite large, now billowed out like a massive beach ball, the soft, supple flesh spilling over her waistband and forcing her pants to stretch to their limits. The sensation of her expanding midsection made her feel nauseous, as if she had gorged herself on a feast fit for a king. She wanted to clutch her ballooning stomach in a futile attempt to halt the growth, but remained frozen in place, helpless to the changes overcoming her body. Brittney's already ample butt swelled dramatically, pushing her hips wider and wider until she resembled a pear-shaped caricature. Her thighs thickened, their newfound girth causing them to squish together uncomfortably. As her weight ballooned up to 230 pounds, she could feel her body becoming heavier and more unwieldy, her previously plush frame now completely overtaken by an additional 51 pounds. Tears streamed down her face as the transformation came to an end, and Brittney stared at her reflection in disbelief. She had gone from being merely overweight to truly obese, her body now more than twice its original size. The monkey paw had cruelly twisted her wish, leaving her trapped in a body she didn't recognize and couldn't possibly have wanted. Brittney's legs gave out beneath her as the reality of her new, immense size sank in. She collapsed to the floor, her massive butt cushioning the fall. As she hit the ground, the impact sent shockwaves up her entire body as it wobbled like an enormous bowl of gelatin. She could feel her cheeks burning red with shame and frustration, knowing that her current state was the result of her own careless wish. Chloe, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and a hidden, growing arousal, quickly snatched the monkey paw back from Brittney. Brittney's tear-filled eyes darted toward Chloe, desperation evident in her voice. "Give it back, Chloe! I need to wish again! I can't stay like this!" But Chloe hesitated, clutching the paw tightly in her hand as she considered the situation. Deep down, she couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by her roommate's rapid and dramatic growth. It was a sight that stirred something within her, and she didn't want it to end just yet. "Brittney," Chloe said softly, her voice firm despite the emotions swirling within her, "you might just mess it up again. You've already made things worse for yourself with that last wish. Maybe you should take some time and think before you try again." Brittney's heart ached at her roommate's words. She could hardly bear the thought of spending even a day trapped in her current body, let alone an indefinite amount of time. She begged Chloe once more, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, Chloe, I can't stay like this! I'll be more careful, I promise! Just let me wish again!" But Chloe shook her head, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Maybe you should just have some fun with it, Brittney. You never know, you might even grow to like it." She held the monkey paw out of reach, her eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and desire as she watched her roommate struggle with her new reality. As Chloe continued to examine Brittney's now obese body, her arousal grew, the wetness between her legs becoming impossible to ignore. She couldn't help but drink in every detail of her roommate's new form—the plush, rounded cheeks that framed Brittney's face; her heaving set of incredibly full breasts; her expansive belly, spilling out over her thighs like an overstuffed bean bag; and her thick, cushiony legs that seemed wider than Chloe’s own snatched waist. Brittney could sense Chloe's excitement, and it only fueled her anger and humiliation. She started to yell and hurl insults at her roommate, desperate to regain control of the situation. "You're just enjoying this, aren't you? You're sick, Chloe! You should be fat, not me. Give me the paw back right now, or I swear—" Chloe cut her off, her voice cold and unyielding. "You know, Brittney, I might just keep you like this all semester if you don't watch your attitude. Maybe even through summer. You should be more grateful that I even let you use the paw in the first place. You completely wasted that wish." Brittney's heart dropped, and her anger was replaced with a crushing sense of dread. The thought of spending months trapped in her current body was more than she could bear. She stared at Chloe, her eyes wide and filled with fear, at a complete loss for words. As Chloe watched Brittney's reaction, she knew she had the upper hand. It was a power she hadn't experienced before, and the feeling only intensified her arousal. It was clear that Brittney would have to tread carefully if she wanted any hope of regaining her former figure, and Chloe couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction in that knowledge despite a twinge of remorse at what she was doing. Brittney attempted to rise from the floor, her newfound bulk making the once-simple task an incredible struggle. She grunted and panted, her body heaving as she tried to lift herself up. After much effort, she finally managed to stand up, attempting to adjust to her considerable weight. As she stood there, feeling the weight of her body, she whimpered, "I can't believe I'm this fat." She looked pleadingly at Chloe, her eyes brimming with tears. "You're really going to make me stay like this all semester?" Chloe smirked and nodded, her excitement barely contained. "I just might. It’s not like it’s my fault this happened, and there’s only two wishes left. So, you'd better start enjoying it, Brittney." She grabbed her workout gear and headed for the door. "I'm going for a run. You should join me," she teased, knowing full well that there was no way Brittney could keep up in her current state. Chloe left the room with a nervous chuckle with the monkey paw in tow, the sound echoing in Brittney's ears as the door closed behind her. Brittney stood in the middle of their dorm, her heart heavy and her thoughts racing. She was trapped in this obese body, at the mercy of her roommate's desires. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she was beginning to realize that she had no choice but to accept her new reality for the time being. One last beacon of hope lit in her mind: that cursed store that had sent her down this path of transformation. Her stomach growled. Maybe just a quick snack before she left.
  13. Chapter 9 - Routine Changes Four long, arduous weeks had passed since returning home, when Brittney had made the promise to herself in light of her binge. The harsh reality, however, was that her solemn promise had gone completely unfulfilled. Instead of working out and keeping to her diet, she found herself sinking deeper into the all-consuming abyss of her newfound habits, all the while yearning for the return to college where the magical monkey paw awaited her. As the sun cast a warm glow across her room, Brittney lay sprawled on her bed, enveloped in a sea of plush pillows and cozy blankets. Her once-tidy sanctuary had become a reflection of her chaotic state, littered with an ever-growing collection of junk food wrappers and empty soda cans. The sickly-sweet scent of sugar and chocolate hung heavily in the air, mingling with the faint, musty odor of stale potato chips and the lingering aroma of fast-food grease from her second dinners via delivery apps. Her days were spent holed up in her room, mindlessly munching on copious amounts of junk food she would buy during covert trips to the store, hiding her stash from her mom's watchful eyes. The thrill of sneaking snacks past her ever-vigilant mother had become a perverse game, fueling her need for secrecy and indulgence. Brittney's previous attempt to lose the weight naturally had been completely undone by her unchecked indulgence and total loss of willpower. Her legs were plump and doughy, her stomach a soft, jiggly expanse that spilled over the waistband of her pants. The added weight clung to her hips, thighs, and midsection, a constant reminder of her inability to resist the siren call of the sugary, salty snacks she craved. Video games had become her escape, a way to pass the endless hours and distract herself from the crushing disappointment of her broken promise. Her dad had bought her a Nintendo Switch for Christmas, much to her mom's disapproval. She figured it would only make her daughter lazier, which it did. Brittney found solace in the vibrant worlds and immersive stories these games offered, losing herself in their virtual realities as she sought to forget her own. Her fingers danced across the controller's buttons day by day, all while absent-mindedly stuffing her face with the next irresistible treat. Brittney's drive had become so depleted that even mundane tasks like laundry had become a burden. She had taken to re-wearing clothes, telling herself that she would wash them once she was back at college. Her body was for the first time in her life, fully accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle, and she had quickly ballooned with the added weight of her relentless snacking. The 15 pounds she had managed to lose the month prior had returned with a vengeance, accompanied by several more stubborn pounds that clung to her hips, thighs, and midsection. Even her breasts were large and plump, barely contained by her collection of bras that should be fitting her bigger chest. The scale's cruel numbers only fueled her despair and self-loathing, but her defeat was met with the comforting, temporary reprieve brought by junk food. As the day of her return to college drew nearer, a quiet, desperate hope began to grow within Brittney. She clung to the notion that once she was back at school, the two month deal between her and Chloe would be over, and she would finally transform back into her former slender, athletic self. As the countdown to college ticked away, Brittney's anticipation grew. Just when she was immersed in yet another gaming session, her mother's voice pierced the air, calling her from downstairs. "Brittney! It's time to get ready to go! Your things are already packed, so just freshen up, and we'll head out!" Reluctantly, Brittney paused her game and heaved herself off her bed, the plush mattress groaning in relief as she shifted her weight. She shuffled her way to the bathroom as she sighed, wondering how she had let herself go so much in just a few short weeks. Brittney stood in front of the full-length mirror in her family’s bathroom, her eyes scanning her reflection with calm resignation. Over the past few weeks, she had grown far more accustomed to her curvier appearance than she ever thought she would. The initial shock of seeing herself so much larger had faded, replaced by a reluctant acceptance of her temporary reality. Closing her eyes, Brittney tried to visualize her regular, slender self. She attempted to recall the way her cheekbones used to be more prominent, her jawline more defined, and her limbs more toned. But as hard as she tried, the image of her former figure remained frustratingly elusive. Opening her eyes once more, she took in her reflection, unable to ignore the stark contrast between her fading mental image of herself and the girl who stared back at her. Her face was round and plush, her features softened by a layer of soft, doughy flesh. Her cheekbones were padded with a subtle roundness, adding a youthful fullness to her features, while her jawline blended almost seamlessly into her full, fleshy neck. As Brittney continued to examine herself in the mirror, she realized that the more she tried to remember her old body, the more her current appearance seemed to assert itself. It was as though her subconscious was gently nudging her to accept the changes she had undergone, coaxing her to embrace her plump form rather than cling to a past that was slipping further and further away. As she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her clothes now straining to contain her swollen frame, she stepped onto her mother’s scale to see where she was at. The numbers started to climb; 160…171…176. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked back up at herself, seeing the cellulite that dimpled her legs and the faint stretch marks that adorned her protruding underbelly. She looked back down to see the scale settled. 179 pounds. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself. She really had gained it all back plus an extra 4 pounds. How was it even possible to let herself gain 19 pounds in a month? As Brittney took in the full picture of her transformed body, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disappointment in her inability to maintain her weight loss. But even in the face of her perceived failure, she clung to the hope that the monkey paw would grant her the wish she so desperately sought: to return to her former fit and slender self. With that thought in mind, she turned away from the mirror and readied herself for the journey back to college, determined to change her life once more. Brittney began to gather her belongings and get dressed when, suddenly, the door swung open and Zoe walked in, eager to say her goodbyes before her sister left for college. As her eyes fell upon Brittney's nearly undressed form, she couldn't help but let out a surprised giggle. "Wow, Britt, looks like you've been enjoying your holiday break a little too much!" Zoe teased, her eyes taking in the full extent of her sister's weight gain. “I can’t believe you haven’t gone running with me once! I thought you said you had been working out.” Brittney's face flushed a deep shade of red, feeling exposed and vulnerable in her underwear. She quickly attempted to cover herself, her embarrassment mingling with a sense of shame. Zoe, never one to pass up an opportunity to poke fun at her sister, reached over and playfully jiggled Brittney's midsection, making it wobble like a bowl of jelly. "You better work on this when you get back to college, sis," she said with a smirk. Brittney, still flushed, scowled at her sister but didn't have a witty comeback. Zoe was right – she needed to do something about her expanding figure, and the monkey paw was her last hope. Realizing she had lingered long enough, Zoe added, "Mom's waiting for you, so you better get dressed and head out." Nodding, Brittney hastily grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, hoping they would provide some semblance of coverage for her plump body. As she pulled on the clothes, she couldn't help but notice how they strained against her curves, failing to conceal the fullness of her figure the way she had hoped. The sweatpants hugged her thighs and hips tightly, while the waistband dug into her soft belly. The sweater clung to her chest and upper arms, revealing the roundness of her breasts and the newfound padding on her arms. The hem of the sweater barely covered her belly, leaving her feeling vaguely exposed and self-conscious. Despite her discomfort, Brittney knew she had to face her family and head back to college, where she hoped to reclaim her former body and put her holiday weight gain behind her. With a deep breath, she walked out of her room, bracing herself for the journey ahead. Brittney hurriedly rushed out of the house while wishing her father goodbye in passing, eager to return back to school. As she settled into the car, her body sinking into the seat with a softness she was becoming more and more used to, her mom turned to her with a blunt observation. "Brittney, that outfit is doing you no favors. You've clearly put on weight again," she remarked, her tone a mixture of concern and disapproval. Brittney felt her cheeks redden, shame settling like a heavy weight in her chest. She mumbled defensively, "They're just travel clothes, Mom." Her mom sighed, her gaze never leaving her daughter's fuller form. "I know you've been sneaking junk food and binging in your room, Brittney. I know old habits die hard, but you seemed to be doing so well before you came home," she said, a note of sadness in her voice. Brittney's heart sank, and she couldn't find the words to respond. She had hoped her secret indulgences would remain just that – secret. But clearly, her mother had been more observant than she realized. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Brittney sank into her seat, wrapping her pudgy arms around her swollen midsection, as if trying to shield herself from her mother's scrutiny. As the car pulled away from the house, Brittney couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She was more than ready to get back to school, where she could finally use the monkey paw to wish for her old body back. She silently vowed that once back, she would put an end to the self-indulgent and lazy habits she had picked up and regain control of her life. With that thought in mind, she stared out the window, watching the familiar scenery of her neighborhood recede into the distance.
  14. Chapter 8 - Home Sweet Home Brittney and her mom stepped through the front door, the familiar scent of the house greeting them as they walked into the foyer. Her mom immediately began to remind Brittney, "Remember, sweetie, try not to snack before dinner. We'll be eating soon, and I want you to have a good appetite." Brittney, annoyed by her mom's constant nagging, sighed and responded, "I know, Mom. I'll have room for dinner." As she rolled her eyes, her dad entered the room, beaming with a warm smile. He opened his arms wide and enveloped her in a hug. "How's my little munchkin?" he asked affectionately. Brittney couldn't help but feel a little off-put by the nickname. Her dad had never called her that before. She offered a small smile, trying to brush off the strangeness of the situation. "I'm good, Dad. Just tired from the trip." Her dad gave her a forehead a gentle peck before looking her up and down. "You look great, sweetheart. College must be treating you well." Unnerved by the way her parents treated the fatter version of herself, she headed upstairs to her bedroom. As she climbed the stairs, she couldn't help but notice some of the family pictures hanging on the wall. They all showcased the same version of Brittney she saw in her phone memories; even from a young age she had been a chubster. The images were jarring, contrasting sharply with her own memories of her life. She opened the door to her room and found everything more or less the same. However, there were subtle differences that served as reminders of this new reality. Her once pristine and organized closet was now a bit disheveled, with clothes haphazardly thrown in. Her sports trophies had seemingly vanished, replaced by a shelf stocked full of books and movies. Brittney collapsed onto her bed, feeling a wave of emotions wash over her. The soft fabric of her sheets felt soothing, yet foreign as she tried to process the new family dynamic she found herself in. Her entire history had been rewritten, and she was struggling to make sense of it all. The familiar scent of her room was now tinged with a hint of something she couldn't quite place, leaving her with a lingering unease. Brittney's eyes fell on a desktop picture of her and her sister Zoe, who was a high school senior. In this photograph, Zoe still looked stunningly athletic and confident, her long, lean legs and toned arms on full display as she stood tall next to her slightly slouching, chubby sister. Zoe's bright blue eyes and infectious smile shone brightly in contrast to Brittney's more subdued expression. She stared back at the unfamiliar person in the photo, noting the look of a docile and unobtrusive young woman. It was perhaps the strangest change Brittney had so far experienced. Zoe had always been thin like Brittney but had lived in the shadow of her fit, accomplished older sister. Now, with Brittney having always been the heavier sibling, Zoe had emerged as the star athlete of the family, taking center stage in their parents' praise and attention. As if on cue, Zoe's voice echoed through the hallway as she called out, "Britt! You're home!" She bounded up the stairs, her lean legs carrying her effortlessly to the top. Zoe's face was lit up with excitement as she wrapped her arms around Brittney, giving her pudgy frame a tight hug. Brittney couldn't help but feel her larger body compress against Zoe's fit frame, making her more self-conscious. "Hey, sis! I missed you!" Zoe beamed, stepping back to look at her older sister. She took a moment to size Brittney up, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "You're looking good, by the way! Have you been working on losing some weight? It's about time you started working on that, huh?" Brittney couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at her sister's lean, athletic figure. She forced a smile, trying to hide her true emotions. "Yeah, I've been trying, but it's tough, you know?" Zoe nodded sympathetically, but couldn't help but tease. "Well, you know what they say, no pain, no gain! Don't worry, I'll help whip you into shape in no time, tubs!" Zoe grinned before giving Brittney's soft midsection a gentle poke. "You still have a long way to go before you look like me," she teased with a laugh. Brittney felt a flush of embarrassment, but she tried to hide it behind a forced smile. "Yeah, I know," she muttered, wishing she could just melt into the floor. As the sisters continued their conversation, Brittney couldn't help but compare herself to Zoe, her jealousy and insecurity growing with each passing moment. But as much as she wanted to resent her sister for her success and confidence, Brittney knew deep down that it wasn't Zoe's fault that she was now like this. In this new reality, Zoe had simply flourished in the absence of her sister's shadow. "So, how's college life treating you?" Brittney tried to force a smile, her emotions a complicated tangle of love for her sister and resentment at her own situation. "It's been... interesting," she replied, choosing her words carefully. Zoe seemed to pick up on her sister's discomfort, and her expression shifted to one of concern. "Is everything okay?" she asked gently. Brittney hesitated. "It's just been an adjustment, you know? Getting used to a new environment and everything. But I'm managing." As they chatted, Brittney couldn't help but feel the weight of her new reality settling around her. She was no longer the golden child, the one her parents and sister looked up to. Instead, she was now the fat sheep of the family, struggling to find her footing in a world that seemed to have left her behind. "Girls," their mother shouted from downstairs. "Dinner's ready!" As the sisters headed downstairs and family gathered around the dinner table, the mouthwatering aroma of mashed potatoes and tender, juicy pork filled the air. Brittney, feeling a mix of excitement and hunger, served herself a generous portion of the hearty meal. Her plate was piled high with a mountain of creamy, buttery mashed potatoes and several thick slices of succulent pork. As Brittney dug in with gusto, her mom couldn't help but comment. "Brittney, dear, remember to watch your portions. You don't want to overdo it, especially if you're trying to lose weight." Brittney paused mid-bite, a forkful of potatoes hovering in front of her mouth. She frowned at her plate, suddenly realizing how much food she had given herself. She couldn't understand why she had taken so much, as she had never been one to overindulge, even at her current size. The comment from her mom made her feel self-conscious, and she hesitated before continuing to eat. Her dad, noticing the tension, offered a supportive smile. "Let her enjoy her meal, hon. She's been away at college and deserves a nice dinner." As the family talked and caught up on each other's lives, Brittney tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept drifting back to her plate. She couldn't help but feel guilty as she continued to eat, her appetite seemingly insatiable. She wondered what had come over her, and why she was struggling so much to control her eating. As dinner progressed, Brittney found herself scraping the last bit of mashed potatoes and pork from her plate. Despite having consumed a considerable amount of food, she still felt a lingering hunger gnawing at her. Glancing around the table, she noticed there was still a decent amount of pork left, and she found herself reaching over to grab another slice. Her mom's voice cut through the air, a touch of concern laced with sternness. "Brittney, do you really need seconds? Remember, moderation is key if you want to make progress with your weight loss." Brittney froze, feeling the eyes of her entire family on her. She questioned why she was even getting seconds when she knew her last plate was more than plenty. With a shaky breath and her cheeks burning with shame, Brittney pushed back back in irritation. "I just want to enjoy my meal, Mom. Is that too much to ask?" Her voice was more defensive than she intended, but she couldn't help it. She felt as though she was under constant scrutiny, and it was starting to wear on her. Her dad chimed in, trying to diffuse the situation. "Come on now, let's not make a big deal out of it. She's just enjoying her favorite meal." "Hey, don't worry about it," Zoe whispered, trying to lighten the mood. "I know you’ve been working on it. Just don’t go overboard over the holidays." Grabbing another two slices of pork, she placed it on her plate and began to eat. Yet even as she took each satisfying bite, she couldn't help but question herself. She knew that just because she had room for more food, didn't mean she needed it. But the desire for more was too strong to ignore. As the tender, flavorful pork filled her mouth, a sense of calm washed over her. The food seemed to have a soothing effect, subduing the turmoil of thoughts swirling in her mind. Brittney continued to eat, all the while wondering why she felt this undeniable compulsion to indulge. She knew something was off but couldn't quite pinpoint the root of her newfound appetite and lack of control. ————— Later that night, Brittney tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was abuzz with thoughts of the day's events and the confusing reality she now found herself in. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously amiss, and it left her restless and uneasy. As she lay there, her belly let out a low, rumbling gurgle. The pangs of hunger that seemed to have become constant were back, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep until she satisfied her cravings. Sighing, Brittney reluctantly swung her plushy thighs over the side of the bed, their softness pressing together as she stood. She tiptoed as softly as her hefty body allowed her to, down the stairs to the kitchen, the floorboards creaking under her weight as her still full stomach wobbled with each step. She knew that she shouldn't be eating so late, but the gnawing sensation in her stomach was impossible to ignore. As she rummaged through the cabinets, she found them relatively barren in terms of snacks. It seemed that her mom had taken her calorie-counting to new extremes, leaving little to satisfy Brittney's late-night cravings. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted an unopened box of Chips Ahoy tucked away behind a stack of whole grain crackers. She deduced that they were probably stashed there by her dad, who had a notorious sweet tooth. Feeling a mix of excitement and guilt, Brittney carefully peeled back the packaging and grabbed a handful of cookies. The smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air, and her mouth watered in anticipation. She knew she shouldn't be indulging like this, but the temptation was too great to resist. As she stood there in the dimly lit kitchen, chewing the cookies in silence, Brittney couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. She was giving in to her cravings, and it felt like she was betraying the thin, athletic version of herself she so desperately wanted to be again. But the more she ate, the more that shame seemed to fade, replaced by the comforting, familiar sensation of being full. Brittney continued to snack on the cookies, her mind racing with thoughts about her actions. She couldn't understand why her self-control had abandoned her, leaving her at the mercy of her relentless appetite. Despite her internal struggle, she couldn't deny the slight pleasure she derived from indulging in the heavily processed sweets. With each bite, she promised herself that she would work out the next day and get back on track. But deep down, she couldn't help but question her resolve and her ability to resist the ever-present hunger that now seemed to define her existence. As she popped another cookie into her mouth, she tried to comfort herself with the thought that all of this was just temporary. Soon, she would be back to her former fit and slender self, and all of these strange experiences would be nothing more than a distant memory. With her stomach now full and satisfied, she leaned against the kitchen counter and rubbed her belly gently. She unbuttoned the waistband of her pants, giving her bloated stomach some much-needed relief. As she inspected her rounded midsection, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fascination and concern. Despite her concerns, she tried to maintain a positive outlook. After all, she had made a promise to herself to get back in shape, and she intended to keep it. All she needed was the willpower and determination to see it through. Brittney glanced down at the now empty cookie sleeve on the table, her eyes widening in disbelief. She had managed to devour an entire sleeve of cookies without even realizing it. Despite feeling excessively stuffed, her body craved the taste of more cookies on her taste buds, powerless to resist the temptation. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her—shock, guilt, and even a sense of defeat. But amidst it all, a thought persisted: this was only temporary. Clinging to that notion, she decided to give in to her cravings one last time. With a quiet sigh of resignation, Brittney grabbed half a sleeve of cookies and headed back to her room, the sweet treats clutched tightly in her hand. As she sat on her bed, nibbling on the cookies, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction from the expanding tightness in her stomach and disappointment in her uncharacteristic binge. She knew that she shouldn't be indulging like this, yet the delicious taste of the cookies brought her a sense of comfort she couldn't ignore. Each bite seemed to temporarily wash away her worries and insecurities, luring her deeper into her indulgence. As the final cookie disappeared into her mouth and she settled into bed, Brittney silently vowed that she would find the strength and determination to regain control of her appetite and continue on with her workouts. With that thought in mind, she closed her eyes, the taste of the cookies still lingering on her tongue as she fell asleep.
  15. Thank you for the feedback! You're honestly tempting me to try and make some $$ doing these haha. I didn't want the story to be some asshole getting fat; not as much fun. But I'm surprised at the people in messages and comments actively rooting for Brittney to come out on top, or even for Chloe to get some karma. I hadn't given this idea any thought, and not at all where I have the story going. NOW WHAT DO I DO. Keep on as planned with Chloe with all the power? Karmic retribution doesn't make sense ATM since Chloe hasn't really don't anything terrible to warrant that. Maybe put the paw in Brittney's hands, and have whatever her wish is backfire? So much to think about...
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