Under his spell 2

chapter 4

Sarah awoke on her stomach, the same way she'd fallen asleep. She felt the cool air on her exposed rear end and remembered that her panties had been pulled down just below her soft ass cheeks as she was drifting off the night before. She felt huge and even more bloated than she had the day before. She heard the woman's voice again from outside of her room, moaning and screaming loudly. Who was that anyway?

She pushed herself up off the mattress and felt all the pressure relieved from her boobs, which she had been laying on. It was a strange feeling for her to pull herself up off the bed and yet have her breasts linger behind on the mattress briefly before following her up. Guess she still wasn't used to having tits yet.

Sarah spun around in bed and leaned up against her pillows, feeling so fat with each movement. There was even excess fat under her arms for crying out loud. When she turned she noticed Vincent sitting in the armchair across the room with a laptop. She let out a startled gasp at first, but her fear quickly turned to joy at seeing her sweet Vincent.

"Look at you, my lovely Sarah," he said with a wide grin. "You have grown nice and fat for me. Such a big, round, soft gut. And you're breasts, they are growing bigger by the day. You weigh over 200 pounds now, perhaps 205. How does it feel knowing you are such a fat girl?"

Sarah looked down at her pudgy body. There was just so much fat stuffed into her formerly thin self. The "chubby" label definitely didn't apply anymore - she was beyond that now. She bulged out everywhere, especially her stomach. Her panties still weren't pulled up right, and though they covered her in the front she could feel the soft bed sheets against the skin of her exposed ass. She palmed one of her bloated breasts and gave it a shake; she was enjoying her new titties.

"I love being your big, fat fatty," she replied. Never in a million years would people have guessed that the rail thin Sarah would one day be described as a fat girl.

"I'm glad," Vincent said with his trademark grin. "You're becoming such a big fat slut, just as I'd hoped you would. Let me see your juicy pussy, Sarah."

Sarah smiled lovingly at her man as she slid her panties off the rest of the way. She was so happy that her behavior pleased him. She sat back on the bed with her legs spread wide, exposing herself to Vincent's gaze.

"Ah, yes," Vincent said as he admired her from across the room. "You've got a chubby little pussy now, don't you?"

Sarah smiled coyly and nodded as she slid her chubby hand down and rubbed her slit slowly. It was true, even her vagina was getting fat. That familiar morning urge soon hit her, though, and she had to hop up off the bed and jiggle her way into the bathroom to pee. As Sarah was sitting on the toilet, Vincent appeared in the doorway with his laptop.

"I think my little fatty deserves a treat for being such an obedient girl," he said. She absent-mindedly rubbed her belly with one hand and her left tit with the other as Vincent spun the laptop around in his hands so it faced Sarah. Within seconds the black screen flickered on, and Sarah could see a girl sitting in front of her webcam. She quickly realized that the person on the other end of the video chat was her younger sister, Jill. Sarah was caught off guard by this, but not enough to snap her out of her daze. As the girl on the other end squinted, trying to make out what she was looking at, Sarah's eyes kept flicking back and forth between the woman on the screen and Vincent's face just above it.

"Hi, sis," she finally said, still rubbing her chunky belly and kneading her tit.

Jill jumped, finally realizing that the blurry, dimly lit image she was seeing on her screen was a naked fat woman rubbing herself on a toilet. She immediately covered her eyes as she searched for a way to close the chat window.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," she said, still shielding her eyes. "This stupid machine... I was trying to speak to my sister."

"You are," Sarah said through heavy breathing. Her eyes were closed now and she was squeezing her tit hard in her hand.

Her sister peaked out at the screen again briefly before gasping and covering up once again. "No, sorry but I think you've got the wrong person," she said. "Sarah isn't... I'm sorry." With that she finally found the right button and closed the chat window. Sarah barely noticed as she hastily groped and tugged on her fat body.

"You must have gotten very fat for your own sister not to recognize you," Vincent said as he closed the laptop and placed it on the counter. "I suppose I can't blame her; you are a *** now, nothing like the bony bitch you were when I met you." Sarah let out a thunderous moan when he said that. "And you were so mild-mannered back then, now look at you, pawing at yourself like a sex-hungry whore." Sarah was indeed tugging at her tits to the point that it hurt a little, which only furthered her pleasure.

"You have come a long way, Sarah, but now you must put the past behind you once and for all. You must distance yourself from your old life so that it will never be able to find you and hurt you again." He reached out his hand, which she latched on to, and hoisted her up off the toilet. Vincent handed her a large pitcher of his special concoction and told her to drink it. She did as she was told and gulped down the liquid. As she did she occasionally caught glimpses of herself in the mirror when Vincent, who was standing between her and the glass, wasn't blocking her view. She was a fat woman now, for sure; so damn round and smooth all over. She noticed that her hair was different, too - her roots were blonde now, and the new coloring had spread about halfway up her strands, partially overtaking her hair's normal blackness. She didn't care about any of these things, though. She just wanted to please Vincent.

"Drink up, my plump princess," Vincent said, placing a hand on her fat tit. "Slurp it down into your big, thick belly."

Sarah could feel a tingling all the way down in her pussy as Vincent rubbed her engorged breast. He grabbed hold of her nipple and squeezed it hard, which sent a shiver down her spine and almost buckled her knees.

"When people see you, they are going to marvel at what a fat bitch you have become. Nobody will believe that the fat woman in front of them was their precious little Sarah."

She thought about how bare-bones skinny she'd been all her life just before catching a glimpse of the 200 pound cow she had become in the mirror and immediately lost control. She fell backwards, landing heavily on the toilet seat as an amazing orgasm shot through her entire being. As she fell, she spilled the little amount of liquid remaining in the container all over her chest. She quivered wildly on the toilet, and moaned as loud as she ever had in her life. It sounded somewhat like the moans that had woken her up that morning. She shook as she squished her fatty breasts upwards towards her mouth and tried to slurp up some more of the spilled drink from her smooth cleavage. As the orgasmic waves began to fade, so did she, drifting off for the night.