Warning: Weight gain and sexual themes
Nicole groaned as she stumbled out of bed, still exhausted from the party the other night. She stood and arched her back, realizing moments later that she was naked and the window was wide open. She swore and slammed the window and pulled the curtains before running off the the bathroom to change. She stopped dead in her tracks as she passed a mirror. "The hell?" she mumbled, turning to face it fully.
She felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her. Instead of a grungy, short-haired, boyish-figured woman staring at her there was a slightly sweaty, Rapunzel-haired, full-figured babe. She sprinted into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Her hands began traveling around her body. Her bust had gone up from a B size to a K, her hips were wide and thick, and she couldn't see her ribs anymore. She felt the back of her and found that the hair wasn't an illusion either; the tangled red mess reached below her knees, just barely above the floor.
She glanced at the clock in her confusion and saw that it was already eight o'clock. "Dammit, I'm going to be late!" She jumped into the shower, washed off, got dressed the best that she could in her now too small uniform, and bolted out of the apartment with her bag.
Her cellphone began ringing as she neared the bus stop. "Hello?" she asked, breathless.
"Hey Nikki, where are ya?"
"Oh, hey Sam!" said Nicole. "I'm still at the bus lot. Got up just a few minutes ago. You wouldn't believe-"
"Still at the bus!?" interrupted Sam, "Girl, the bus is shut down today! You're going to have to find some other ride before Mr. Burton kicks both our asses into next week!"
"Crap. Thanks for warning. I'll be there soon."
"You'd better." She sighed. "Alright, well, see ya when get here."
"See ya." She hung up the phone and put it back in her bag. "Great, just great." she mumbled to herself, "Now what am I supposed to do?" She looked around again and sighed. "Might as well just walk."
As she walked something didn't seem right. She felt like she was getting...heavier. The feeling was so slight that she just ignored it, thinking it was her imagination. She continued her walk, keeping an eye out for a taxi.
Her gaze shifted to a nearby Dunkin Donuts as her stomach began to growl hungrily. She realized she hadn't had anything to eat since hell-knows-when and, with wallet in hand, ran into the doughnut shop. "Good morning ma'am." said the elderly man at the register, "What'll you be havin'?"
"A dozen donuts. Six Boston crème and six blueberry crumb."
"Commin' right up." he turned and loaded a box with the pastries. "Anything else ma'am?"
"A case munchkins too, please. Powdered and jelly filled."
"Alright." he turned and began to fill another box with munchkins. Suddenly he stopped and sniffed the air, then sighed and nearly collapsed.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked Nicole worriedly.
"Hmm?" asked the man confused. "Ah, yes yes, you're munchkins." He finished packing the doughnut holes and put it on top of the dozen doughnuts. He raised his hand as she began pulling out the money. "Don't worry about it ma'am, this is on the house."
"Oh. Well...um...thank you." she smiled sheepishly and put away her wallet.
"Anytime." he smiled, revealing a gap in his teeth. "Have a good day ma'am."
She walked outside and sat at one of the picnic benches. "That was lucky." she thought to herself as she sat down. To her surprise she had a slightly harder time getting in the seat, which she attributed to her imagination and new body before digging into the doughnuts and munchkins. Her appetite was insatiable, polishing off the doughnuts in a matter of minutes and the munchkins in half the time. She leaned back and rubbed her belly. She wasn't hungry anymore, but, to her surprise, she wasn't stuffed. She looked back at the shop, considering to get another doughnut or two when someone tapped the table.
Nicole turned her head and her eyes opened wide. Standing right behind her was George Olson, one of the richest and most popular men in the city. She felt herself go into a cold sweat from embarrassment after her little feast. She smiled sheepishly and said, "Hi."
He smiled back. "Mind if I take a seat?"
He sat across from her laid his head on his hands. "Thank you." He tilted his head slightly and stared at her. "So, how are you today?" he asked finally.
"To be honest, I couldn't tell you." she said, chuckling a bit.
"What do you mean?"
"Well..." She stopped and thought a moment, then decided it was fine telling him. "I feel like I'm in some sort of dream."
"How so?" He raised his head slightly.
"For starters, I woke up with a hangover and the body of a supermodel." She pointed to her chest, which was straining the buttons of her uniform. "These puppies weren't this big last night. And my hair was short like a boy's."
"That's quite the change. Want to know how you can tell if it isn't a dream?"
Nicole raised an eyebrow. "How?"
"Like this." He reached over and pinched a bit of her side. Her body shuddered and bent over his hand.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she asked, startled.
"Making sure you're awake, and it looks like you are." He smiled again and rested his head again.
Nicole stared for a moment, then smiled back. "Alright, so I'm awake. Anything you can say about me turning into supermodel?"
"Not a thing." he laughed. A moment later he looked down at his watch. "Alright, I got to get going. School starts in an hour."
"School...crap. Say, can you give me a ride too? I missed the bus and have to turn something in in about...what time is it?"
"Dammit, I'm going to be late!" She nearly jumped out of the bench, falling to the ground as she did so. She looked back up to see George type something into his phone. "What're are you doing?"
"Nothing important." He helped her up from the ground. "Come on, I'll give you a ride to your school. You're Nicole Riley, right? Cobalt School of Human Science?"
"That's right. How'd you?"
"I've seen you before on my way to my classes. You were and still are quite eye-catching, if I may say so."
Nicole blushed and looked down at her shoes. "I...um...thank you."
"Pretty shy for someone so gorgeous." he chuckled and pointed to a large pickup across the street. "There's my ride, so let's get going."
They got to her college in record time. As she got her stuff together he tapped her shoulder. "Say, you want to hang out later? I've got nothing planned for today."
She stopped and looked at him. "You're quite forward, aren't you?"
"Maybe. So, do you want to?"
"Sure, what's your number?"
He gave her a card. "Always have one of these handy." He smiled. "Nice talking to ya, and see ya later."
"Alright." She got out of truck and waved at him. "See ya later." As he drove off she heard someone walk up behind her. She turned to see her friend looking at her suspiciously. "Hey Sam, how's it going?"
"Did you see a surgeon while you were out?" she asked. "I mean, damn girl! You're huge!"
Nicole raised her arms in surrender. "Hey, don't ask me what happened. I went to sleep after that party with the body of a tomboy and I woke up with one of a busty Rapunzel."
"Right." She shook her head and smiled. "Whatever. So who was that you were hitchin' a ride with?"
"George Olson." she said proudly. "He found me on my way here, picked me up, and asked me out later."
Sam's eyes opened wide. "You mean..."
"That's right!." Nicole's smile filled her face.
Sam squealed, "You go girl!" and slapped her friend on the shoulder. "Looks like everything's going your way today, ain't it? You won't guess what happened with classes today."
"Burton got called out to an important meeting or something, so all psychology classes for the day have been canceled until he gets back."
"So I rushed here for nothing!?" Nicole roared jokingly before cracking up. "Really, that's lucky though. I thought for sure he was going to pull out the disciplinary rant or something."
"You and me both girl. You see him on the way in?"
"No, but I think I might have an idea as to the meeting."
"Really? Let me in girl."
"Nope, sorry. I think I'll keep it to myself as a little surprise." She laughed as Sam put on a puppy dog face. "Sorry, not going to work."
"Oh fine, screw you then." She laughed and turned. "Well, I'm going to go see about finding James before Burton gets back or gym begins. Catch ya later girl!"
"Catch ya later!" called Nicole, waving as Sam jogged off. "Great, now what am I gonna-" she began to mumble to herself.
Suddenly she felt another pang of hunger from her stomach. She clutched her mid-section and groaned slightly. "What? I just ate a box of doughnuts and one of munchkins less than half an hour ago! How am I still hungry?" Another pang hit and she gripped harder. The why didn't matter now. What mattered was finding something to eat. She pulled out her wallet and walked towards the college cafeteria.
The cafeteria was mostly empty, since the other classes were still in session. Nicole smiled at the opportunity and jogged over to the usual pickup station, grabbing three of everything. She emptied her entire wallet as she paid the stunned server and walked over to an empty table in the corner. She sat down and began shoveling the food down her mouth. Grinders and sandwiches disappeared down her throat, drenched by a flood of milk and juice. She crammed her mouth full of pieces of fruit and chips and everything, nearly choking herself as she shoved it down into her throat. For almost fifteen minutes she ate in this manner, unable to stop herself even as the rest of the students showed up and watched as she pigged out. She felt embarrassed beyond reason, but she was too hungry to just stop. She began to sweat as more and more eyes locked on her. Finally she finished and looked up. Over two hundred people were staring at her with amazement and curiosity and soon, she felt, scorn and distaste. She looked back down, her face going bright red. Why couldn't she stop herself? What was going on?
As she looked down she noticed something else: her body had grown fatter and was starting to bend the table. She began to notice a slight creaking in the seat as she moved and her belly was firmly wedged between her thick legs and the table top. "What's the hell!?", she thought to herself, "How'd I get this huge this fast!?" She knew she'd been eating a lot, but still...
She looked up as someone tapped her. "Are you alright?"
She didn't recognize the man, but he seemed friendly enough. She shook her head and glanced around the room. Everyone was starting to walk over to her, not disgust but worry and confusion in their faces. Slowly they all began to talk and comfort her, and she began to look up again. She looked at her stuck body and, almost by command, some of the bigger men and women helped her get out. She thanked them and took a seat on the windowsill, talking absent-absentmindedly as she stared at her uniform. It was meant for someone of a hundred pounds, not of three or four hundred (which she guessed she had reached). The top of her uniform was open, revealing a scarlet bra overflowing with cleavage. Her belly was stretching the lower half of her uniform to the bursting point, and now her skirt was more like a belt around her waist, revealing her tight, almost see through panties, now more like a thong.
She looked back around at the other students. Some of them had gone back to whatever they were doing before but most were huddled around her, gawking at her. Some of those closest to her seemed almost like pets, rubbing her arms and legs. So far no one had seemed to notice how close she was to bursting out of her clothes right before their eyes. She got up and figured she should change before that happened. Everyone moved away from her ass she stood up and walked out of the cafeteria to the gym.
The clothes were a tight fit, but they were better than before, thought Nicole as she looked at herself in the mirror. She'd managed to stretch her shirt over her breasts and the pants had just enough material to cover her ass and front. She couldn't do anything about her belly, but figured that this was still better then before.
She looked at the clock. It was one o'clock now. Classes were over and all that was left was after-school gym. She silently cursed herself for agreeing to sign up for it. They were running today, and knowing Fitzgerald it would be a five or ten mile sprint or relay, depending on his mood. Maybe both when he saw her. She walked out of the locker room with her head held low.
"Holy zombie baby Jesus." blurted Fitzgerald as Nicole caught up with the group. "Damn Miss Riley, you eat a cow for breakfast today?" He laughed as Nicole blushed and sunk into herself. "Well, don't feel too bad Nicole. I'm sure you'll do fine on today's course. Like I just told your classmates, we're doing a ten mile course today. You're to head down the trails of the park here, come out the other side, and then run the road until you get back." He turned to face everyone now. "I have some heart rate watches I want you all to take. I want to see where you're all at and just how much work your actually doing. As Miss Riley here clearly demonstrates, not all of your are taking this seriously." He passed out the watches. "They also have a GPS that tracks your movements, so I'll know if you take a short cut. You all have a minute to stretch. Then your off." He turned back to Nicole and grinned evilly. "Good luck."
"Yo girl!" called Sam from behind her.
Nicole turned and smiled. "Hey there Sam."
"Don't just 'hey there' me girl. What happened? I mean, hot damn girl, you're huge!"
"Don't ask me. I'm just as confused as you."
"Right. Same as the ballistics on your chest and the five feet of hair behind you. Fine. But are you really going to run this? I mean, you weren't the most athletic to begin with, and now your four times your old size!"
"Hey, I joined this thing to exercise and I'll be damned if I quite because of some inconvenient padding."
"SOME!? You look like you've been stuffing your face with doughnuts for the past month!"
"Well..." Nicole said sheepishly, "I have been eating quite a lot today, but that shouldn't have made me gain all this. At least not so quickly."
"Go!" yelled Fitzgerald.
Nicole and Sam started off without another word. Sam watched as Nicole began breathing heavily and her face turned red. It had been less than ten seconds and already she was sweating like a pig. She was about to say something when she noticed Nicole begin to speed up.
Nicole couldn't explain it. One moment she felt like her body was giving out and was ready to fall over, the next she felt like an Olympian. She began to moan as she ran faster, no longer pained as she did so but pleasured instead. She felt her flesh bounce around as she ran, her thighs rubbing together so fast that she was already going raw. It made her want to move faster. She felt great, powerful. Her heart was pumping strongly, making her feel a bit high as she began to sprint. Her body began sweating so much that her shirt became see through, though she didn't mind now. She felt to exhilarated to care.
Within minutes she'd passed everyone and was already making her way around the road. Some people stopped and stared at her as she sprinted by, her flesh jiggling violently as it rolled her clothes up on her, making it look as though she were wearing only a bra and thong. Another few minutes of sprinting and being gawked at she reached Fitzgerald, who just stared at her, flabbergasted.
"You're already finished!?" he roared.
"Looks like it." she said happily, still high from the run.
"Let me see the watch." he grabbed the thing from her wrist and began to check it, his eyes opening wide. "Went through the whole track, twelve minutes eighteen seconds, heart rate of 119!? How the fuck!?" He turned to her and grabbed her arm. "Sweaty, but the heart rate is right, and the time is the same as I have, so this isn't dysfunctional." He looked her in the eyes with concern. "Go see the nurse. Now."
The nurse looked Nicole over with a look of amazement. She had noticed her body growing on her way to the nurse, her breasts and butt tearing her underwear to shreds as she walked into the office. Now she was sitting on one of the beds, naked, while the nurse poked and prodded her with a number of instruments before sitting back and calling George, since he was the only person that came to mind at the moment in her clearing high. She was starting to realize just what she'd done, the impossibility of it, and the fact that she'd sprinted half naked for five miles in public. She was already starting to drench the floor with sweat.
The doctor walked back over, her two watermelon tits bouncing slightly beneath her uniform. "Alright, well I called your boyfriend and he said he'll be here in a few minutes. In the mean time, why don't you tell me what happened."
"Um, could I have some clothes first? This is a bit...uh..."
"We don't have clothes in your size, but I can give you an apron and a towel. It's the best I can do I'm afraid." She walked away for a second and came back with an oversized towel and apron. The two of them managed to get it on her without to much trouble. "So, what happened?"
Nicole shrugged. "I don't know. I was running, feeling like shit for a few seconds, then I felt like I was high. Next thing I know I'm sprinting like a mad dog after a chicken covered in barbeque sauce."
"I see. What about...about..." the nurse began to droop to the side.
Nicole steadied her. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Oh...what a wonderful scent..." she moaned, "So...strong...and..." Suddenly the nurse tackled Nicole to the bed and began to grope her flesh. "So soft and warm." she mumbled gleefully to herself.
For a moment Nicole was too shocked to speak. Then, finding her voice, she pushed away the nurse and said, "Stop! Stop that!" To her surprise the nurse just stared and backed away, resembling a puppy scared of punishment more than anything.
"Nicole?" came a voice from the door.
George opened the door and walked in. His eyes seemed to bug out of his head when saw Nicole. "Holy." was all he said.
"Nice to see you too." she said hesitantly. She got up and walked over to him. "It's been crazy over here."
He glanced down at the nurse, who was still on the ground like a scared puppy. "I'd say so." He smiled. "Well, we can talk about that later, miss improv. For now, why don't I bring you to my place? It's a good deal more private than here."
"Sounds like a plan, but what about her?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not much we can do but let the office know on the way out."
After telling the office about the nurse the two headed out to George's pick-up. Nicole managed to squeeze herself into the passenger seat, almost tearing off her makeshift clothing in the process. George sat at the wheel and looked at her. "So it looks like you've gained a few pounds."
"Yeah. A few." She shook her head. "I don't understand it. Not only am I getting bigger, but everyone I've seen has been acting strange."
"Like the nurse." She shook her head again. "So, where's your place anyways?"
"You know the little castle on the outskirts?"
"That's my home. My mother built it before she passed. One of her life's works."
"Ah. It's quite the impressive place from what I've heard."
"Maybe a little bit." he shrugged.
A little bit was an understatement. The place was huge! They drove through an arch and came out in an open courtyard. He parked off to the side and helped her get out. Then, to her surprise, he took off his own clothes and tossed them back in the truck. "A bit to warm out here for clothes." he said casually.
"Warm? It's the end of November! It's freezing out here!"
"Really? It must just be you warming me up then." He smiled and patted her belly. "So, how do you like it?"
"We-well," she began, startled by his actions, "This i-is a really great place you ha-have here."
"Not that. I meant all this extra blubber." He rubbed her slightly, gently kneading the soft flesh.
"Ah...um...well I guess it's alright. I mean, it's soft and warm, even when I'm naked in this like this. And it doesn't seem to be making me unhealthy or anything. I think I might be even healthier than before." She looked down and blushed.
"So you like it?" he asked.
Nicole thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I do."
George smiled and patted her again. "Well, your not the only one. Say, do you want to stay here awhile?"
Nicole stared at him. "Stay here with someone I just met this morning? You're quite upfront aren't you?"
"Come on, you already knew who I was before I told you my name!"
She laughed at that a bit. "True. Alright, I'll stick around."
"Then come with me. There are some things I'd like to show you."
"Holy hell." gasped Nicole. George had taken her on a tour throughout the many halls and rooms of his castle, each one a work of art in itself. Now, on the third floor, they were in an enormous kitchen. A massive dining table took up the center of the room while the walls were lined with all sorts of cabinets, counters, stoves, and fridges. What was more was that the table was already set to the point of collapsing with food. The aroma itself was making her mouth start to water.
George noticed her staring. "Hungry? Dig in."
Nicole didn't need any other prodding. She charged at the table and began shoveling food in her mouth and down her throat, her face turning red. Her body shivered and sweat with every bite, and before she knew it she was climaxing right there, kneeling next to a feast in front of a naked guy she'd just met that morning. But even this sheer insanity wasn't enough to shake her from her binge. Minutes passed as the feast disappeared within her swelling gut, until there was finally no more food to be had.
She let herself fall backwards and rubbed her belly, enjoying the warmth it gave her. She gave a glance back at George and moaned slightly. "Hey, did you cook all that amazing food?"
"I did. I'd ask how it was, but your binge answers that question." They chuckled a bit. He came over and bent next to her, a cup in his hand. He dragged it through the small pool of sweat, capped it, placed it off to the side. Nicole would have asked what he was doing but decided it didn't matter. Instead she let him lead her to another room.
This room left her more startled than shocked into awe. A massive bed, large enough for four people her size, was situated at the far wall. Underneath it came the gentle glow of a radiator. What caught her off wasn't the elephant bed so much as the décor of the room. It was painted in dark, gloomy colors, easy on the eyes if it weren't for the intricate and insane designs that weren't only painted on but carved in, making the designs 3D in a way.
George turned them around so that her back was to the bed and he was at her front. Slowly he guided her back onto the bed. Moments later she was lying on the bed, his hands exploring her vast tracks of flesh as he slithered and twisted on her. She was growing again, faster this time even. All the food she'd eaten and the unrelenting passion burning through her was speeding it up, giving him even more to love. Screams of lust escaped her lips as he disappeared between her legs and opened her wide Soon afterwords he resurfaced, drenched in numerous fluids, and laid next to Nicole, an arm and leg still hugging her from underneath as his lips crawled up her neck to her own, until finally they both collapsed from exhaustion.
She awoke the next morning as the morning sun shone through the ceiling onto her face. She smiled blissfully, still remembering last night's indulgence, and started to get out of bed. Instead, all she did was wobble where she lay. She looked at herself and snapped out out of her sex-drunk stupor. Her body was easily twice the size it was before, probably even more than that. Her breasts were about as large as a person and filled with creamy milk that had been slowly leaking from her during her antics. Her belly was stretched almost a dozen feet in front of her, rising up right below her breasts, and it was wider than George's entire pick-up. Her legs were spread wide below her still, each one twice as wide as a redwood's trunk. Her body slowly rose and fell with her every breath. Slowly she tried to move again and failed. She brought her arms up to her breasts, thankful that there was still some part of her she could move for now, and began to feel herself. The flesh was marshmallow soft and, to her, almost furry, like a fine wave of hair had grown over her in the middle of the night. The kneaded her belly and played with her breasts, steadily realizing what was happening.
Suddenly the sound of cart wheels echoed into the room. Nicole shifted as much as she could and peered over her mountainous breasts and belly to see George and numerous servants wheel in an entire feast of food. George smiled as their eyes met and stopped the cart at her side, as did the servants. For a moment everything was still. Then, without warning, the servants strode over to her truck-sized gut and began to press themselves into her, moaning contentedly as they pressed and kneaded her flesh. George chuckled slightly and climbed on top of her, laying his nude body between her breasts and pecking her on the cheek. "Good morning beautiful." he said casually.
"Morning George." she said. "Mind explaining what the hell's wrong with them?"
"Well, you remember that sample of sweat I took from you yesterday?"
"Well, I gave it and you a few tests while you were asleep. Looks like, for whatever reason, your body's sweat is giving off an aroma that seduces anyone around you into a loyal servant, and the larger the concentration, the stronger the effect." He smiled and pressed his face into her chest.
"So..I'm like a queen bee or something?" she asked.
"Basically. Your body's also improving on itself too. Your heart is three times the size it was before and it's only beating about twenty times a minute. Most of your other organs are along the same lines also."
"Wow." she chuckled and thought a moment. Then she looked over at the servants and said, in the sweetest voice she could, "Feed me?" Seconds later the servants had dog-piled over her and were stuffing her face with the morning feast. She stopped them with a grunt as they reached the last cart and asked them to leave. They sighed and whined to themselves but listened, leaving George and Nicole alone.
George chuckled. "You're taking all this business quite well."
"Why not? A little bit of crazy is always good for a person." She smiled and pecked his cheek. "Now why don't you start feeding me what's left of that feast there?"