Chapter 4 - relief of the body, but not of the mind...

The pressure within her bladder building, Ava needed relieve herself. She shifted her wobbling legs, lumbering around the dining table, and to the bedroom. Her bouncing hips, rubbed against the door frame once more, forcing her to shimmy sideways through. The urgency increased as she only had one movement speed - a slow, wide waddle. Almost on brink of letting it go, Ava widened her gait, to a exaggerated hobble as she reached the bathroom door. Entering the tiny bathroom, she turned on the light, and collapsed her titanic ass onto the toilet seat. The bulbous woman's thighs and ass spilled over the seat. She shifted her rear to ensure things lined up properly, then released, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

"Ah, thank god," she said aloud, a pinching sensation across the body forced her eyes open. "I'm thin again!" she repeated twice, rubbing her now svelte figure. It had seemed the woman had never gained a single pound, despite gaining and losing hundreds of it. The skin remained tight and firm, and very little fat when pinched. She naturally gravitated to her B cup chest. Moving lower, her actions as a fat woman became evident by the remnants of bodily fluid around her inner thighs and privates. Ava intensely cleaned herself with a wet washcloth, drying it to perfection. Once done, she turned around to flush, immediately noticing the strange toilet cleaner-like blue colored water within.

"The hell did I drink?" the blonde said in complete disbelief. Despite the all too real experience of being four times her original weight, she couldn't believe that 'Sweet Dreams' instructions were quite accurate. Ava shook her head, flushing the toilet, watching the blue water empty and transition back to clear. Heaving a heavy sigh, she washed her hands, whilst gazing at her facial features. Her large blue oval eyes studied back, her bedhead hair quite evident, nothing a but quick brush could take care of. In that moment, she saw a flash, of her prior humongous form. Blinking hard, dissipated the hallucination, as she finished grooming and cleaning before leaving the bathroom.

The first plan of action is to pick up the vibrator on the floor. As she knelt to reach for it, Ava's mind flashed back to the moment she turned it on. Her crotch twitched at the thought, as she pressed the power button, only to discover the battery is drained. The woman returned to the bathroom to clean the toy, then backtracking to the middle of the bedroom, to grab the scale placed in front of the mirror. Ava stepped on curiously.

"130.5 pounds, phew," she commented. Her toe accidentally activated the history button, revealing the prior weight. "389.3 pounds," Ava repeated. Movement alerted the top of her vision, drawing her blue eyes to the body mirror.

'Stop it! Stop it!" she jumped off the scale and out of the mirror's view. The twenty three year old knew what the mirror revealed. Frustrated she grabbed the scale and returned it to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Hoping to relieve her mind, Ava slipped on her nightgown and stepped into the oceanfront balcony. The breeze of the sea, soothed the girl's troubled mind. Resting her arms against the rails, she witnessed a small bar at the beachside, reminding her of the last time she went out drinking.

"...You sure about this?" Ava anxiously said, as she and her hefty bestie Marcy stood at the bar entrance. Ava, clad in a conservative yellow blouse, and blue jeans, while her much larger friend sported a revealing black and white dress.
"Psh, o'course girl, what's the worst that could happen?" Marcy answered, with a dismissive gesture.
"I, I just worry about y'know being-"
"Come on, let loose a little, you ain't livin' unless you start riskin'" the fat companion wrapped her large arm around the insecure blonde.
"Alright," Ava defeatingly replied, pushing the bar doors open, immediately assaulted by the vivid lights that moved and flickered around. Inside, dozens of people sat at tables, booths, and the bar counter itself.
"Over here," Marcy waved, twitching her large ass subtly to the beat of the modern pop music. The two sat at the corner of the bar counter, her friend wanted as much room for her oversized toosh. Ava scrunched her shoulders together as a defensive mechanism, uncomfortable with the multitude of men around. A tap on the shoulder jolted the young woman.
"Hey, whacha want to drink?" Marcy asked, "I'll have a rum and coke."
"Uh... Uh," Ava looked nervously around for ideas to order.
"I'll order for you, a margarita for her!" the friend blurted.
"Hey! I was-um looking," Ava retorted.
"You've had a margarita before, don't lie!"
"I, I have."
"Well, try not to think and just drink, let loose a little!" Marcy joked wrapping her fat draping arm around Ava. The brunette haired friend received her alcoholic drink, immediately sipping it. "Ah, rum and coke, a simple combination to spice up the night." Ava's margarita arrived in front of her, which she sipped to taste.
"How is it?" the tan skinned friend asked.
"Good, Good." the blonde answered.
"Here have a try of mine," Marcy handed her glass over, which Ava obliged.
"Wow, this is better than I had thought," she commented.
"You tellin' me you haven't had rum n' coke?"
"No, I don't drink that much."
"Well, enjoy it! Hey! Get me another round of it!" Marcy blurted to the bartender.

The two exchanged drinks for a time, Marcy kept her tolerances high, while the thin Ava, quickly got inebriated. With intoxication, Ava felt like she could talk to anyone, even the people surrounding her, as if all self consciousness and awareness turned off.

"...and THAT'S how I ditched that loser!" Marcy bellowed, slapping her huge thigh, laughing.
"You sooo showed him!" Ava enthusiastically giggled.
"Hey, you two seemed to be havin' quite the story," A man turned his barstool towards the pair.
"Yeh, you know those types of dumb guys who think they're clever," Marcy said to him.
"Lemme guess, you're one of them, eh?" Ava obnoxiously said, taking a swig of her mixed drink.
"No, not at all, you see, I'm just here because I like to talk to girls like you, what's your name?" he pointed to Ava.
"Ava, and you?"
"Steven."
"Hey you didn't ask mine!" Marcy complained.
"Wasn't asking yours!" he argued, "Okay?"
"Now, I ain't one for that tone, don't be dissin me."
"Well, gee sorry," he sarcastically apologize, "What's your name?"
"Marcy."
"Oh, Marcy, what a fitting name for such a 'fitting' person," Steven sat up and stepped to Ava's side, "Come, let's talk over at the booths, so we can learn more about each other," Ava's plastered face, couldn't respond, as Steven's hand reached for hers.
Suddenly, a slap diverted his intentions, as Steven retracted his hand. "You leave her alone, fucker. She's my friend." Marcy threatened, Ava's dizzied eyes focused on her six foot three friend loomed over Steven.
"I see, fat bitch, no wonder your friend can't get some, you're her little bouncer," he gestured to Marcy's large stomach.
"Yeh, and this big ass bouncer will kick your ass out of here!" Marcy retorted, and with that comment, Steven clutched Ava's arm. It didn't take long for the 313 pound Marcy to respond, shoving the man to the ground.
"Hey hey hey!" the bar's security rushed in to stop the encounter.
"Nothing to worry about, WE. ARE. LEAVING." Marcy complained, dropping a fifty dollar bill on the bar counter and dragging Ava with her.

The blonde returned to reality when the memory ended. She scrunched her eyes tightly, the afterimage of her tall obese friend in the dress remained. Ava knew she owed her big time for doing that, even though her recollection of the events were foggy at best. Finished with the balcony, the twenty three year old returned to the bedroom, grabbing her smartphone from the nightstand. Checking it, a text message from Marcy conveniently popped up, Ava opened the conversation.

Marcy:
"How's it goin' sis?"

The girl paused to carefully think what to say to her friend.

Ava:
"Doing, fine, hbu?"
Marcy:
"Bored, wish I could go with you. Stupid work, couldn't approve of my vacation in time... shoulda called off."
Ava:
"Youre not missing much, just the beach, haha."
Marcy:
"Well, y'know my fat ass will be stunnin there."
Ava:
"Yea, sure. o_0 "
Marcy:
"Whatttt? Girl, you best believe that if I were there, id be out on that shoreline."
Ava:
"Lol, yeah, I wish you could be..."
Marcy:
"For a woman bein on vaca, you havent posted anything on fb?"
Ava:
"Havent had the time... been bsy"
Marcy:
"Busy doin what? Watching the food network? Haha thats not what vaca is all bout."

She stopped to think of a way to divert the subject, but her friend added another message.

Marcy:
Don't tell me
You actually went there... :O

Ava's heart pattered anxiously, she had casually mentioned her interest in Sweet Dreams to her friend.

Ava:
"Wait what?"
Marcy:
"To that one place. y'know...that one thing you wanted to get while you were there."
Ava:
Oh, you mean the famous Valaris Sweet Cream?
Marcy:
No, ugh. I can't remember.

The blonde heaved a sigh of relief, at the recent message.

Ava:
"Well, I'm gonna get some of that sweet cream, and you can't have any."
Marcy:
"Gee, you really gonna tempt me girl."
Ava:
"Looks like you gonna have to come over and have some ;)"
Marcy:
"Haha we'll see. I gotta head for work, ttyl."
Ava:
"Have fun at work ;)"

With that, she turned closed the app and loaded Facebook. Switching to her bikini, she moved back to the balcony for a selfie facing the beach, posing and taking the photo with a smile. 'Beach lyfe', the girl typed for the caption, posting it to all of her social media. Afterwards, she returned indoors, feeling rather empty at the photo. The emotions experienced, seemed strange and foreign, uncanny and discomforting. She knew these feelings would continue to plague her, something needed to be done.