Chapter 4

As Beth began waking up the next morning, she rolled over onto her side and felt her body shift in a way it never had before. Her soft belly stuck outward and slouched down towards the mattress. Her breasts had grown considerably, and hung off her chest with almost no hint of their former firmness left in them at all. She sat upright and looked down at herself in shock. She was so soft Her once trim body was a distant memory now, as every part of her body that she could see was now covered by a layer of fat. Even her fingers looked chubby. Just sitting there on the bed she could just feel all the new pounds she’d packed on. She had been disgusted about gaining 16 pounds yesterday, and she’d surely gained much more than that this time. She was near tears thinking about how fat she must have looked sitting in that bed. She looked down at her pudgy belly sticking outwards and couldn’t believe it belonged to her. And she was truly blown away by how much her breasts had changed. She was in almost a trance, unable to comprehend that this was actually happening. Her areolas must have doubled in size overnight. They fit right in with her big, billowing breasts. She reached up with her pudgy little hands and grabbed her newly softened breasts and squeezed the soft flesh. They felt as if they were made of pure fat; any and all traces of their former firmness was long gone. The slightest movement sent them jiggling all over. If there was a hint of doubt before there was none now - they were definitely sagging down some. As Beth fondled her bulging breasts, she was startled out of her trance when Vincent interrupted from the doorway.

“Look at my plump princess” he said. “You are so beautiful.”

Beth looked at him with tears welling in her eyes. She didn’t understand. “How can you think I’m beautiful? Look at me I’m a pig ”

“No, you look better than ever. You are on your way to becoming a beautiful, womanly creature. Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”

Beth found herself calming down. Vincent’s soothing voice had a way of making things all better. She looked into his eyes and could tell that he truly meant everything he had said. Despite the disgust she felt about her changed body, she managed to smile at her man.

“I am glad to see that, you have such a beautiful smile” Vincent said. “Now be a good girl and hop on the scale for me so we can see your progress.”

Beth was terrified to see the numbers on the scale. She had spent her whole life in the gym, trying to keep those numbers down. But something told her it was OK. Vincent’s words made her feel safe. She jiggled all over as she got out of the bed, and as she started walking towards the scale she could feel her thighs rubbing together with each step. While she normally would have burst into tears at the thought of that, Vincent’s smile made her all but ignore it. She stepped onto the scale and watched the needle fly past her former 117 pounds. That felt like such a long time ago, even though it was only two days. The needle finally stopped, and she let out a gasp.

“Read it, my dear” said Vincent. “What does it say.”

“164 said Beth, as she stared blankly at the scale, unable to fathom what she was seeing.

“Oh my, you are getting nice and plump, my dear” said Vincent almost tauntingly. “Tell me again how much you weigh.”

“164 said Beth. “I weigh 164 pounds.” The way she was saying it made it sound like she was trying to convince herself that it was true. She had gained 31 pounds in one night.

“Very good” said Vincent. “Tell me, what is your favorite thing about your fat body?”

Beth wanted to say how she hated all the changes that were forced on her, but she couldn’t lie to her sweet Vincent. “My boobs” she said, sheepishly.

“Speak up, Beth.”

“My boobs” she said louder, embarrassed to admit that she felt anything but disgust towards her changed body.

“No, no, my dear” said Vincent. “You don’t have boobs. Skinny little girls have boobs. You had boobs when I met you, but not anymore. Now you have tits. Big, bulging, fat tits like a real woman.”

Beth could only moan in reply. She loved the way Vincent praised her fattened breasts. It turned her on so much.

“Tell me you love your big tits” ordered Vincent.

“I love my big tits.”

“Again.”

“I love my big, fat tits.”

“Good girl” said Vincent. “Now get down on all fours and crawl towards me. I want you to feel your big tits hanging down. I want you to feel their weight as they flop around like udders, my fat little cow.”