Under his spell 2

chapter 3

As soon as her eyes opened, Sarah knew something was off. She felt so... bloated. She had to pee terribly, and rolled off the bed to scurry into the bathroom. Right away she noticed her pants were much tighter and she felt her body moving differently than she was used to; her thighs rubbed together as she speed-walked towards the toilet. As she reached to unbutton her jeans, she finally noticed just how insanely tight they were. Also, oddly enough, her button was missing. Weird. She shrugged it off, though, in favor of handling her intense need to relieve herself. As she sat down on the toilet, she felt her butt weirdly spread out on the seat, like she had some extra padding on her rear end. What was going on?

When she sat on the toilet she also felt a new looseness around her chest, like there was extra flesh wobbling about. Her hand shot up to her chest and pressed against her heart, as if she was about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. Pressed beneath her hand and wrist she could feel twin mounds of flabby flesh through her shirt. She quickly removed her hand from her chest and jammed it up inside her shirt, where it rammed into one of the fatty forms that sat on her chest.

"I've got boobs," she muttered with a shocked look on her face as she groped one for a moment, squeezing her fattened mammary.

She pulled her shirt off and looked down at her breasts. They weren't that big relative to the rest of her seemingly chubby body, but to someone who basically had no breasts for her entire life, they were huge. Especially considering that they grew this much overnight. She might have been a full B-cup now.

She stood and pulled her up her panties, which stretched very tightly across her larger rear end. She tried to pull up her pants but it quickly became clear that such a task was going to be impossible. She could get them halfway up her thighs and that was it.

Sarah ultimately ditched her pants in the corner of the bathroom before gazing into the mirror and seeing what all the fuss was about. By the looks of it she had somehow put on a good amount of weight while she slept. She looked so chubby, like a girl who hadn't seen a gym in a good while. She had a potbelly for god's sake. She didn't have much time to take it all in, as Vincent appeared in the doorway behind her.

"You grow more luscious by the day, my dear," he said.

"Vincent, what's happening to me?" asked Sarah, her hands resting nervously on her soft hips.

"You are becoming a new woman," he replied. He smiled as he approached the thick girl standing before the mirror. "A woman whose life isn't as hectic and draining as the one you knew before."

Sarah remained silent as Vincent wrapped his arms around her from behind and leaned in close to her ear, his breath warm on her neck. God, that turned her on.

"Don't you like being so plump and chubby?"

"I guess it's not so bad," she said with a playful smile. The way the words came out of her mouth made her sound like a flirty school girl. Only moments before she had been panicking about her situation, but now she really was totally at ease with what had been done to her. Vincent had a way of making things seem okay.

"You are a lucky girl, Sarah," he said, running his hands slowly across her soft body. "A lot of women never get to experience what you are feeling now. The pull of a plump, womanly belly. The feeling of soft, smooth thighs and wide, motherly hips. Every curve oozing with femininity as you widen and grow." He gave her thickened thighs a playful slap.

"Yes," Sarah said, overcome with desire. "Yes, Vincent, I want to grow for you. I'm happy like this, being fat for you."

Vincent laughed as he patted her belly. "Fat? My dear, you are barely chubby."

As Sarah stood with her eyes closed, still awash in desire for her man, Vincent reached down next to the sink and dragged a scale to Sarah's feet. He patted her on the ass and told her to step up. She did so without any hesitation, because that's what her Vincent wanted. The scale read 169 pounds.

"Like I said," Vincent grinned, "barely even chubby."

Sarah spun around and smiled back at him with a giggle. She had gained more than 50 pounds since she met Vincent, but she didn't even think twice about it. She was focusing all her attention on her love, and hoping he would take her and make him his.

"When you were in school I'll bet you and your skinny friends used to make fun of the chubby girls, didn't you?" Vincent asked. "But now look at yourself, you are just like they were. You're becoming a porky little pig with a bulging belly and a big ass."

"I know," Sarah admitted, still smiling. "I've changed so much. I've become a big ol' bitch."

"You have changed, it is true," he whispered to her. "But you are not yet so different from that broken woman I met at the restaurant." He handed her a pair of scissors from the counter. "It is time to leave that scared little girl behind."

Sarah felt him place the scissors in her hand, but her eyes never left his while he spoke of breaking away from the past. She asked no questions and showed no hesitation. She turned back towards the mirror and began to cut away her long, flowing black hair. She cut it down until it was barely shoulder length.

"I can still see her," Vincent said. "Playing idly with her phone, waiting for someone to join her for another meaningless lunch meeting."

Sarah knew what he was getting at. She brought the shears back to her head and made another cut. Her hair now fell to an inch or two below her ears. Vincent smiled and praised her new image as she evened out her hair to the best of her ability. When she finished, she turned to Vincent and awaited his final word nervously. She really hoped he'd be happy with her.

"My dear, you look ravishing," he said, brushing the loose strands out of her face and placing them back behind her ears. "I will add the finishing touches in due time. Seeing you here with your sexy hair and your chubby titties out, you are beginning to look like a plump little slut. Especially after the way you handled my cock last night." She smiled wide; his approval meant everything to her. If he wanted her to look like a slutty chubster, then she would do it.

The two made their way back into the bedroom, where Sarah laid in only her stretched panties on the bed and Vincent sat beside her, rubbing her chubby tits and potbelly as he fed her glass after glass of his specialty beverage. She listened lovingly as Vincent told her what a pretty slut she was. Before long she was becoming woozy and turned over onto her round stomach, ready to fall asleep. As she was drifting off, she felt her too-tight panties being slid down in the back, exposing her meaty ass. As thoughts raced through her head as to what might be happening, she felt a sharp sting in her rear as a needle pierced her skin. She thought she heard the word "blonde" whispered, but couldn't be sure. It was the last thing she recalled before slipping into a deep sleep.