Chapter 2 - growing concerns

I made an abrupt exit as I speed walked to my car, not wanting to cause alarm by full-on sprinting. Now conscious of the fact that I might have actually put on a few, I couldn't help but feel an extra bit of jiggle each time one of my feet hit the floor beneath me. I could feel my thighs chaffing against each other in a way that would've been impossible if my legs were still pencil-thin. I felt my ass shift and shake in my surprisingly tight sweatpants.

When I finally make it to my car, things still felt off. My hips and backside seem to be taking up more of the driver's seat than I remembered. I had to sit for a couple minutes to catch my breath, winded from crossing the short distance between the table and the car. Sweat was already dripping down my brow, both from that intense workout and my increasing panic. I saw a tangly mess of unkempt hair in the rear view mirror as I adjust things and then drove back home as fast as I could.

When I finally made it to my apartment, I dashed to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. The shock of my reflection was enough to elicit a scream. It took a minute to calm myself down long enough to focus on the image in front of me. The image that showed I had somehow eaten myself into new dimensions without even knowing it.

I had been skinny all my life. A light waif of a girl during adolescence, I eventually developed some slight curves when puberty struck, but nothing jaw dropping. My dad didn't trust processed food, so all we ate was the food he could produce on the farm. I never went hungry, but it left little room for indulgence. As a result, I didn't eat much even after I left my father's house for the city; leaving me with the same stick-like figure I had in high school.

The Kanamits had somehow changed that in me. Their food was so good, so addictive, that I couldn't help but stuff myself at every opportunity. And since food was free now and meal options were wide ranging, those opportunities were rapidly increasing. Things I would've never thought to order now filled my plate daily. Cheesecake, pizza, fried chicken. All sorts of unhealthy, calorie laden dishes that would normally be enough to fill me up after one bite. But I was never full now.

Sure, my stomach would often meet the limits of capacity after the massive binge sessions I had started taking part in, but it was hardly enough to deter me from picking up the fork again. Looking back in my mind, I couldn't find a single memory from those last five months where I wasn't eating. I ate while watching movies, I ate while shopping, I ate when I was bored. There wasn't a second in the day that I didn't have something delicious in my mouth, resulting in a staggering amount of excess fluff bloating each available surface on my once tiny body.

For the first time in my life, I was fat. Not chubby or chunky, but downright fat. I looked at my face, pudgy fingers gripping it to make sure it was all real. It was. Full, plump, chipmunk-like cheeks that were made for storing ice cream and soda the way a squirrel's are made for storing nuts now hovered over the missing contours of my profile. A jawline slowly being swallowed by itself as a layer of flab strapped itself around my chin; turning my once narrow face into one resembling an overweight cherub.

My arms were thick and hefty, capped off with plump hands and fingers. I ran those fingers through my hair next, shaking out crumbs and getting my palms greasy as they work their way through the jungle of chocolatey locks that sat atop my head. I really hadn't been taking care of myself. I couldn't eat in the shower, so I found myself bathing less. No one paid attention to each other anymore, so there was no need to keep up appearances. It was easy to let yourself go with the Kanamits around, and just about everyone did.

My clothes were noticeably stretched and stained in an assortment of foodstuffs. The clothes were bigger than any in my old closet, guess I had subconsciously bought larger sizes when I went to the Kanamit markets, but not quite big enough to contain my newly fattened frame. My breasts, once so minuscule that they were on the verge of not existing, were bulging through my shirt; pulling on the high neckline so much that it revealed cleavage underneath. Said cleavage was almost absurd, deep enough to loose a hand in. Maybe even a forearm. I did a little jump, just to see how much they'd bounce. And boy did they bounce. It felt strange. Finally cognizant of how huge they were, I started to feel just how heavy they were too. It was like having two squishy medicine balls strapped into my chest. But despite their size, they were proportionately the smallest part of my newly acquired assets.

My stomach was humongous. It rolled out from under my shirt, as the hem slipped perfectly into the roll that had split it in two. I looked well beyond pregnant, as my belly swelled out into a full-on pot. I stuck my finger into my cavern of a belly button, and was shocked when the hole swallowed it up to the second knuckle. Before all this started, I had been able to see my ribs. Now rolls of side flab kept any form of bone structure well under wraps.

My widened hips had given me a more traditionally feminine shape. The extent of which pushed me past the voluptuous curves seen in lingerie catalogs to the ones seen plus-sized store ads. I had always been relatively pear shaped, carrying more in the hips and rear than anywhere else, which admittedly didn't mean much before all this. Now it meant something, as my butt looked big enough to give most rappers a heart attack. However, even the biggest fan of fuller figures would have deemed my current state excessive. With the big belly and wide hips, I couldn't help but draw a comparison to those old fertility goddesses from ancient civilizations.

What if the aliens wanted to turn us into their breeding stock, making us nice and wide so we could carry their nine-foot babies and birth their giant heads? I started hyperventilating at the thought, but calmed myself down when I realized that men were gaining weight too. But even then, this didn't feel natural. I didn't want to think that the Kanamits were fattening us up for some nefarious purpose, but I couldn't quite shake the thought. I wanted to think I was just being paranoid. That there was no method to the madness. I was just a bigger pig than I thought. Maybe I was just a glutton who couldn't turn down food when given the chance to indulge.

Maybe, but not likely. Something was up. I was sure of it. No one around here would listen to me. They were all too busy stuffing their faces to think about anything else. So it was then that I decided to go to the one person who I knew would take my concerns seriously. It was then that I decided to visit my father.