Chapter 27 - changes part 1

"Jess...! JESS!"

I blinked my eyes awake, groaning as the light flooded through them.

"Good, you're up." My blurry vision tried to grasp the form that was leaning over me as I blinked upward. After a moment, the lines finally aligned to show Heather's smiling face looking down at me.

"Heather? What are you doing-"

"Come on, get up! I'm starving, let's move!" Heather jostled my shoulder.

"What are you talking about? Why aren't you in China?" I blubbered through stubborn lips that were still thick with sleep. I looked around realizing I was in my bedroom. The morning sun was streaming in the window betraying a beautiful morning outside.

"Fine, stay in bed for all I care. I'm going to eat." Heather said, hoping off of me and onto the carpet, making the bed shake with her quick movements.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, feeling like there was something I should be thinking about, something I wasn't remembering.

"Mmmmm, this looks incredible." I heard Heather say. I looked up an my eyes were drawn to her, standing there before my bed holding a hamburger.

"Heather, are you seriously eating a hamburger for break-"

Before I could finish my sentence she had taken a bite. She sighed as she did, as if it was the most delicious thing she that had ever landed on her tongue. She let out a moan as she chewed slowly, ecstasy overtaking her face. I saw her shoulders fall, her whole body seemed to relax. She swayed on her feet as she only seemed to focus what was happening in her mouth.

She shuttered as she swallowed and I realized how completely enraptured I was by her. I had frozen, my mouth hanging open from my unfinished sentence, my eyes trained on her. I watched as quickly she looked down at the hamburger and took another huge bite, another delighted groan erupting from her.

This bite she ate quicker, as if some strong hunger had taken over and she couldn't do anything but concentrate on getting it properly masticated and dropped into her eager stomach.

That's when my attention was drawn to her midsection. She was wearing a tank-top over tiny cloth shorts, her typical pajama combo of choice. As always, the clothing draped over her frame loosely, her thin body having plenty of space in the small clothing. But in the few moments since she had taken her first bite, I noticed that the tank-top seemed to have become tighter and tighter around her. I saw its loose folds spread until the fabric began to stretch. Her shorts, which normally had plenty of room around her lithe legs, began to tighten around her thighs before my gaze. I felt my eyes narrow in confusion, not sure what was happening. But it seemed as though her clothing was shrinking...

As she took another breath, letting out another moan of pure joy, I realized what was happening.

"Heather! You.. you're growing!" I cried as I realized her clothing wasn't getting smaller, her body was growing bigger at an impossible, alarming rate.

"It's so GOOD!" she moaned as I realized she looked like she had put on thirty pounds in less than a minute, her entire body ballooning out as if she was being inflated. Her arms were growing round and full, her thighs meeting each other where she used to have a gap, her cheeks puffing out around pouting lips. But none of it compared to her belly which reached out towards me with a speed I never would have thought possible; tight, round, and ever increasing. Soon her tank-top couldn't keep it covered; it began riding up, creating a window of skin where the top ended and her shorts began. I saw her soft, swelling, taut stomach beginning to peek forth ever more as the window widened.

"Heather!" I shouted as I jumped out of my bed and raced towards her. I grabbed her arm, my fingers digging into her now fleshy limb. "You have to stop eating! Look at what it's doing to you!"

She acted like she hadn't heard me. Instead, she brought her arm down, placing a hand on her rapidly expanding stomach and letting out another cry of happiness as she stuffed more of the food into her mouth with her other hand.

My eyes grew wide with horror and I backed away from her, taking in her form which now looked to be well over two hundred pounds, and yet it was still growing. Everything about her seemed puffed up, swollen, tight, and massive. Her shorts stretched to what seemed their maximum to continue to cover her, a muffin top of hip hanging over them, her stomach dipping low making the fabric dip with it. The rest of her belly pushed out, ever more seeming to leak from her clothing, her navel pushing forward as more round, soft flesh fell from off her form. Her breasts were massive, pushing at her tank-top, her cleavage pushing more and more against itself over the top of the shirt.

I brought my hands to my head, twisting my fingers into my hair and letting out a weak cry as I watched my best friend balloon into the massive blob of flesh I saw before me. I continued to take slow, uncertain steps away from her. What was I supposed to do? What could I do? What was even happening?

Finally, as she took the final bite of burger with one last euphoric moan, I spun and raced out of my room, unable to keep watching her grow so quickly. I ran with stumbling steps, realizing that tears were streaming down my cheeks. I swallowed a shuttered breath as I dashed through my living room and burst through my front door, hoping someone out there might know what a person was supposed to do when their friend was expanding like a bounce house before a child's birthday party.

Once my feet hit the hallway, I finally paused, looking wildly both ways. Where was I supposed to go? Who could help?

"Jess? Are you ok?" a familiar voice asked.

"Vanessa! Thank goodness, I need your hel-" I gasped as I turned to face my neighbor. But it wasn't her, at least, not a version of her I recognized. It was her if she had just spend the last six months eating rocky-road in front of the television and doing nothing else. Billows of flesh ballooned off her body, great swaths of fat rolls hugged her form. Her arm alone looked the size of her once trim waist. Much like Heather, her clothing looked as if she had warn them since she was a size 4; they squeezed her form, barely covering her intimate areas, her flesh fearlessly pillowing out from under, over, and around the cloth that was fighting to keep it in.

"Wha- what's happening!" I cried before turning to run down the steps of my complex.

I skidded onto the street and stumbled as again I wondered where to go. My feet felt lumbering and thick, but I figured that was just from the nerves I was feeling.

"Jessica? Is that you?" I spun towards the sound of my old boss' voice and yelped. Miranda stood there, the stretched remanence of a once well-fitted business suit clinging desperately to her form as a round, massive, fleshy belly reached out towards me.

I spun to take off in a different direction only to find Vanessa must have made it down the stairs and was waddling towards me with cumbersome steps that jiggled her entire form. When I turned again, I found Heather marching towards me with similar body shaking movements. The three of them closed in on me as I fell to the pavement, hands flying to my head to try to protect myself.

"Please! Stop! Please!" I cried between gasps of breath. "Whatever is happening! Let me be!"

I darted my eyes between the three massive women before noticing that their steps seemed clumsy, mechanical. I zeroed my eyes in on Heathers thick feet, eyes widening as I noticed there seemed to be a string coming out of the tops both of them. I twisted around, seeing that all three women had the same condition. In fact, as I looked up, I saw strings coming up from their hands and out of the tops of their heads.

I let my gaze follow the strings further upward and screamed as I found myself looking up at the laughing face of my mistress. She toward over us, taking up the sky, giant though not thanks to weight like the other three. In her hands she held wooden crosses which she used to control her puppets movements bellow. She smiled, shadows seeming to accentuate the darkness of her features, her eyes twinkling menacingly down at me.

She had multiple hands hovering over us, allowing her to control more than just two marionettes at one time. In fact, she held four. With horror, I realized that the strings that didn't belong to the massive women surrounding me fed into my own limbs. I reallized that while I had thought I had my freedom, I had been being controlled by her the entire time.

I couldn't think of anything else to do but scream again. As I did, a tube burst from the middle of the wooden cross above me and flew towards me. I tried to move to block it, but her strings kept me in place. The tube trust into my mouth, similar ones finding the mouths of the other women surrounding me.

The thick liquid I was so familiar with met my tongue and I could do nothing by let it slink down my throat, tears streaming down my face.

I watched as Heather sucked deeply, her face relaxing into ecstasy. She sank to the pavement, sitting with her arms back to support herself, legs spread wide before her so her stomach had plenty of room to keep expanding.

Miranda too drifted to the pavement, laying back on it, allowing her growing, rounded midsection to reach for the sky.

Vanessa fell to her knees, rubbing her stomach with both hands and moaning deeply as she drank with abandon.

I looked down to see my own stomach growing just as quickly has Heather's had. As my shirt rode up and my round flesh peeked into my vision, I sighed as I realized there was nothing I could do but let this happen.

As I continued to swallow the thick liquid pouring into me, I closed my eyes in defeat.

When I opened them again, I saw bland walls and harsh light and realized I was again awake.