chapter 4

Tiffany yawned loudly and then slowly opened her eyes. She felt weird. For one thing, she KNEW she must have slept for hours and hours, so she shouldn't be feeling tired, and she wasn't. But at the same time, she didn't feel well-rested either. She wasn't exactly what you'd call hungry. But chances were, if you had put a dozen donuts in front of her right this minute, chances were that at least six of them would have disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. All this was weird enough. But there was something else, something Tiffany just couldn't put her finger on.

Then it came to her. She felt "different". Something just wasn't quite the same as it was before she went asleep. Okay, sure, of course she felt DIFFERENT. She fell asleep in the stupid fat suit she bought yesterday afternoon, so naturally she'd feel that SOMETHING had changed. But there was more to it than that.

The suit was made out of a light latex material and the foam that the proprietor had sprayed into the suit looked like the kind of stuff they sprayed into your house to insulate it. Sure, the combination added SOME heft to her pencil-thin body. In fact, she made a point of it to weigh herself before she fell asleep last night just to see how much the suit and stuff weighed altogether. Her scale registered a total of 165 pounds, about fifty more than she normally weighed. Yes, that was a LOT, but as she sat up in bed that morning she felt bigger somehow. Well, not really bigger. She seemed to occupy as much space as she had last night, but she felt, well, HEFTIER!!

More out of curiosity than anything else, Tiffany waddled her way into the bathroom to weigh herself again. Bending over with SOME difficulty, she got out her scale. Just before she stepped on it, however, she took a glance at herself in the mirror. She let out a loud gasp. She DID look different.

When she first put the suit on and got all "inflated', she looked exactly like what she was, a thin girl wearing a fat suit. You could tell she had big boobs, but there were no nipples showing. They were covered by latex. You couldn't see her dark and bushy pussy either, covered over as it was. But as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a fat woman. Her perky little nipples were now the size of silver dollars. Her belly was covered with glaring, red stretch marks. Her pussy seemed "bigger" as if it had been stretched out overnight.

Her hands started to explore her oversized body. Yesterday, when she shook her belly, it jiggled a bit, sure. But when she tried to grab some of her "belly fat", there was little or no GIVE to speak of. Well, now, when she went to grab her belly, all she could feel was a handful of squishy fat. The same thing happened with her boobs. Yesterday they shifted and swayed a bit when she moved, but now they wobbled and shook like ten pounds of jelly, EACH!!

No, no she thought to herself. "This can't be happening. It's just a dream or some kind of side effect from the chemicals in the foam.". Of course, there was one SURE way to tell if this magical transformation was real. Tiffany stepped on her scale.

Of course, the FIRST problem was that Tiffany couldn't see the numbers over her immensely bloated belly. She rummaged through one of her vanity drawers, got out a long handled mirror and used it to read the numbers on the scale. This particular scaled maxxed out at 350 pounds. Well, after prodding and pushing her round dome of a belly and adjusting the mirror to exactly the right position, Tiffany was able to see what the scale had to say. It read 349 pounds. It WAS real. Somehow, something in that damned fat suit had turned her into a fat woman. Tiffany was mad and bound and determined to find out just what the proprietor had done to her. As it turns out, it might have been just as well that she hadn't!