Under his spell 2

Chapter 5

Sarah awoke slowly, feeling the drool flow down her chin. She wiped her face and gave a disgusted look at her wet hand; she had never drooled like that before. She realized she was still in the bathroom, slumped on the toilet. As she was realizing this she looked down at herself and immediately let out a piercing scream as she saw the monstrous gut that laid lazily in her lap. She attempted to jump up off the toilet but only managed to lift her huge body an inch or two off the toilet before plopping back down heavily on the seat. She grabbed the counter and, using leverage and all the strength she could muster, hoisted herself off the toilet and to her feet. She screamed again as she felt the pull of gravity on her hefty, jiggling body. She was shaking as she looked at the fat, naked porker that stared back at her from the mirror.

She leaned in close to her reflection as her eyes began to tear up. Her face was so round it was almost circular. Her cheeks were puffed out with fatty tissue and the soft flesh of a second chin peeked out below her mouth, which was hanging open in shock. Her short, fully-blonde hair, swept back behind her ears, did nothing to hide her fattened face and plump, wide neck. She was almost totally unrecognizable aside from her familiar green eyes, which were leaking tears by the bucketful.

Amidst all the confusion, it took her a while to realize her massive gut was resting heavily on the counter top because of the way she was leaning in close to the mirror. She jumped backwards, feeling her belly slide off the counter before slumping back down out in front of her. It was so big now; a huge, round bulging, belly that stuck out and sagged down a few inches towards her privates. She sobbed as she placed her hands on the underside of her bulbous belly, hoisted it up and let it drop back into its new, low resting place. After it stopped bouncing around, she lifted it up again and, stepping back up to the counter, let it drop once more. Her stomach hit the counter top with a loud “slap” and rested sloppily on the cool surface. She dropped her hands to her sides in a defeated sort of way, as if to say “what am I supposed to do now?”

She looked back in the mirror through her tear-filled eyes and stared at the bulky, flabby mass that hung off of her and piled onto the counter top. She scanned her body as she wept softly. She was a whale now, but her skin remained smooth. There was a thick layer of fat that covered her entire frame. Her fat arms squeezed against her thickened chest, which supported the chubby, fattened breasts that now rested on the monstrous, jiggling mass that was her stomach. She reached back to feel how big her rear end had grown and her hands ran into her ass much sooner than she expected. She grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and realized there was much, much more to her butt than what fit in her hands. She let go of her fat ass and cringed as it wobbled heavily.

She took a step back again, once more feeling her sweaty gut drag off of the counter and fall violently down to where it hung off of her. She slid the scale over with her foot and stepped up, feeling it crunch down under her bulk. She weighed 266 pounds. She sniffled some more and wiped the tears from her eyes as she looked in the mirror at the fat fuck she had become. For the first time in a few days, she was seeing things clearly, like a fog had been lifted.

“What have I done?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m so huge.”

She stepped down and waddled out into the bedroom, hoping to see Vincent - he’d know what to do. She was instead met by the site of the bedroom door gaping wide open. She charged the door as fast as her fat frame would allow and looked out into the long, empty hallway. This was her chance to escape and find a way to reverse what had been done to her. She stepped back into the room and grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around herself, then hurried into the hall, her plump ass waddling as fast as possible. She would have to find some clothes later; right now she had to take advantage of this opportunity to escape. Besides, none of the clothes in that room were going to come close to fitting her anyway. She scurried down the hall, her thick thighs rubbing hard against each other as she passed the many closed doors that lined the hall. She finally arrived at the door on the far end of the hall and swung it open to see a stairwell. This was it, her chance to escape. As she stood in the open doorway, she heard it again. She heard the woman moaning loudly from one of the rooms.

She should have been running down the stairs, but she hesitated. Has Vincent found a new girl? Had she been replaced? She should’ve hated him for what he’d done to her, but she didn’t. She wanted to be his girl. She needed to see her Vincent again, he could help her. She let the stairway door swing closed and turned back toward the loud moaning.