chapter 3

As Tiffany walked, or rather, waddled out of the store, she was thoroughly amazed. When Bud first mentioned her putting on a "fat suit" she was convinced it would feel uncomfortable, bulky and cumbersome. But not THIS suit. It felt totally natural. It was almost as if she had just added a nice layer of squishy, soft fat over her thin and toned body. She knew it was there but it felt as if it belonged to HER.

What surprised her was the way she was aware of the way her "body" moved with every step she took. Some of the movements were quite predictable. Her big, round belly jiggled and swayed, just as you would have suspected it would. Her boobs bounced and swayed like the two over-sized milk sacs they resembled. But all this was totally expected. It was the other, more subtle moves that caught her attention. For instance, she hadn't expected to notice the slight wobble of her now double chin and jowls as she smiled or attempted to speak. She really wasn't prepared to FEEL the soft flabby upper arm fat flap around the way it did, almost as if it had a life of its own. And her thighs! The way they rubbed against each other in such a way that both irritated and "stimulated" her at one and the same time.

But the biggest surprise came from the way she felt INSIDE. She had always been a confident girl. She strode into a room, head held high and in total command of the situation. But now she was tentative. She had the feeling that everyone was looking at her and she couldn't help but notice the look of total disgust on the faces of so many people, especially young women her own age.

She became VERY self-conscious. She wondered if the dress the shop's proprietor had given her was appropriate for a "girl HER size", was the cleavage too low for a pair of tits that were MUCH larger than they had ever been before.

All this was a totally new experience for Tiffany. When she was "thin", she actually WANTED to wear dresses that were WAY too tight, that showed off her perky boobs, jaunty butt, and kick ass legs. She especially loved to see how people reacted to her, PARTICULARLY the women. She loved to see the look of envy and jealousy on the faces of the girls who didn't stack up to someone as attractive as she was. Not anymore.

All of this was running through her mind as she trudged her way back to the magazine so she could show off the "new Tiffany" to Bud Carson and the staff. But before she got there she was enticed by the alluring aroma of hamburgers with grilled onions wafting from a fast food restaurant she had passed a thousand times before without sampling their wares. She plopped herself down on one of the stools by the counter, well actually more like TWO stools, sat down, ordered a double cheeseburger with fries and a malt and chowed down as if she hadn't eaten for a week, without even blinking an eye at how many calories she had downed in just ONE meal.

Her reception at the magazine went about as expected. TOTAL SHOCK!! Jaws dropped, heads turned and shook in surprise and not a little disgust. But Tiffany had expected all that and, after all, this was only going to be a temporary look. When the suit came off the thin and toned Tiffany would emerge once again and she would be as HOT as she had ever been!

On her way home that night, Tiffany stopped by the same burger joint, this time ordering a DOUBLE cheeseburger, cheese fries, a large cola and a banana split for dessert. She waddled her way home, full to the gills and wonderfully content.

She let herself into her apartment. Usually she'd putter around, straightening things out, getting her clothes laid out for the next day's assignment. Not tonight. She headed straight for bed and went into a deep sleep, contemplating the way the day had gone, amazed and bemused at the profound way people had reacted to the new Tiffany and even more surprised at how completely her personality had changed within a split second. Little did Tiffany know just how MUCH her world was about to change when she emerged from her almost catatonic slumber!