chapter 3: the revelation

“Ahh Amanda, I thought I heard someone out here!” a familiar voice called.

“H-hey Ms. Moretti, I’m sorry, did I wake you up with all of my noise out here?” Amanda replied, turning around.

“Oh no, no, not at all, you know I’m a real night owl anyway!” she responded.

Ms. Moretti was Amanda’s well intending elderly neighbor across the hall. A bit of a nosy busy-body, Ms. Moretti was also a night owl with a suspicious amount of cats. She had no real family to speak of and absolutely loved prying uncomfortably deep into Amanda’s life and activities.


“You’re out pretty late tonight honey, did you have a hot date?!” Ms. Moretti prodded.

“No, no nothing like that, just out uhh...having a drink with some co-workers, you know this being Friday and all!” Amanda replied, thinking quickly.

“Ah that sounds nice, well did you hear about Lisa up the hall?” Ms. Moretti began, ready to gossip.

“Lisa?” Amanda asked, feigning unfamiliarity with the other 20 something who lived a few doors down from them.

“Yeah, well I know she had a hot date last Friday and I was up pretty much all night and I never heard her come home, if you know what I mean. Really, I’m glad you were out with some coworkers and made it home alright, some of these other kids today, they’re like animals! I mean, a girl in my day staying out all night on a first date would develop a reputation alright, a REAL reputation that’s all I’m saying!” Ms. Moretti exclaimed.

“Oh, hmm yes that’s interesting alright...hey so I’m sorry to have disturbed you, but I really have to head in and get to bed, I have sort of a big day tomorrow” Amanda replied, hoping to slip out of this one sided conversation.

“Big day?” Ms. Moretti began to pry.

“Yeah, I have to help a friend of mine move, so I need some sleep…” Amanda quickly replied, hoping to shut down all curiosity from the hallway motormouth.

“Oh I see, well in that case have a good evening Amanda, it was good seeing you” Ms. Moretti said, turning to close the door.

“Yep, you too Ms. Moretti” Amanda replied, jostling her keys for the right one.

Unlocking the door, she pushed inside quickly before the old woman could change her mind and bring up another topic. She stepped past her kitchen counter, dropping her purse in its usual spot as well as the idol she had been carrying. Upset that the night had been at best a waste of time and money, she headed into the bedroom and changed out of her clothes and slipped on her bathrobe. Not feeling particularly tired after her stimulating experience, Amanda wandered back out to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She caught her own half exposed reflection in the side of her glossy black refrigerator.

“Ugh” she whispered, staring at her opaque reflection and running her hand up her flat stomach to her relatively small, perky breasts.

She poured a glass and turned around, eyeing the pouch containing the idol. Standing there in silence for a few moments, Amanda put down her glass, opened the drawstring top, and removed the small statue. Inspecting it up close she had to chuckle, partially at her foolishness and partially at the appearance of the naked fat girl fingering herself. She kind of liked it actually, even though she had nowhere that she could display it without it being a very awkward topic of conversation as an art piece. At that moment, the words of the woman at the shop echoed in her head. “Rub the belly to become what you wish huh?” she said to herself with a chuckle. “Sure, why not?”

Amanda reached out and rubbed the idol’s belly in a circular pattern for just a second. A hot tingling wave shot through her body taking her completely by surprise and making her cover her own mouth to stifle a shocked scream. Looking down at the idol, completely baffled Amanda wondered what the hell just happened. How did touching that idol send a hot bolt of electricity through her whole body? Why did it feel kind of good? Just what was going on here? Still staring at the idol in her hand, and picking her glass back up, she turned around to leave the kitchen and caught her outline in the refrigerator, dropping the glass of water on the floor with a crash. She covered her mouth again to stifle a scream but none came. Staring back at her was the vague outline of a heavy woman. Not necessarily an obese one, but one who was certainly more full figured than Amanda was.

Her eyes shot down at her body. “Holy shit” she whispered to herself. She ran into the bathroom and flipped on the light, standing in front of her large mirror. Staring back at her was a woman of perhaps 160 or 170 pounds. At her height, her thighs were plump and almost pressing against each other, her breasts had expanded multiple cup sizes and while previously perky seemed on the brink of folding over with an under-boob fold. Her belly was protruding just slightly, her face was much different with her typically gaunt cheeky softening out to a slightly round fullness. Her arms had thickened substantially, and when she bent to the side ever so slightly, a tiny little roll of flab formed between the outward curve of her plump love handles and her rib cage.

In silence she looked at herself and down at the idol. Without another word she quickly and frantically threw off her bathrobe and rubbed the small statue’s belly hard for about 10 seconds straight. The same hot and tingly feeling engulfed her as she watched the results in the mirror. Her stomach expanded outwards like dough rising in a bowl. Her thighs plopped outwards, smacking into each other and pressing tighter to the extent that she had to adopt a wider stance in order to stand comfortably. She turned sideways to watch her belly press outwards, but it was her impressive bubble butt which really caught her eye, dimpling all over with cellulite, it expanded in proportion to everything else until she had two beach ball sized globes of flesh protruding and even sagging a little over her oil drum circumference thighs. Her gut pushed outwards and drooped downwards, covering her plump, fat, and now soaking wet pussy. Her breasts expanded out and downward as well, her nipple areolas expanding from the size of a quarter to perhaps the size of her circular coasters sitting out on her living room end tables. Along her blubber side, multiple large, deep rolls of fat formed which sliced her back into lines and folds that spilled over each other, contacting the top of her expanded shelf butt.

Her face was one of the more incredible things. Where her previous action had only made her cheeks fuller, this last one puffed them out to the point that they were now extremely prominent in her peripheral vision. She watched as her neck expanded out into two flabby rolls, eventually being obscured by a combination of her chest fat and her expanding double chin. On the back of her neck, a distinct roll of flab had formed, which she could feel when she tried to cock her head backwards. Eventually the expansion slowed to a stop and Amanda gazed in awe at the enormously obese woman standing before her.

Still speechless and now in a horny frenzy, she turned the shower on and waited a moment for the hot water to kick in. She had a rather roomy shower stall previously with a nice wide glass door and a bench to sit down on. Stepping sideways to make it through her now significantly narrower shower door, Amanda reached for her body wash and squeezed a generous amount all over her blubbery body. Working the soap into a lather, she felt up and down every inch she within reach, reveling in the feeling of her ample flesh within her fingers. She couldn’t get over how amazing it felt to just be this heavy. Every movement she made took some effort and it was incredible. She worked her way down towards the bottom of her belly to her aching pussy and struggled to work her plump sausage fingers through the fortress of flab now enveloping it, which only served to make her wetter and more frantic.

With a thunderous plop and loud clapping of fat skin against travertine, she stumbled backwards onto the now narrow bench, her fat hips jamming tight packed within the confining corner of the shower. She got a better angle and wriggled her fat hand into position. She was gushing and breathing heavily. Amanda became extremely aware of the difficulty she was having breathing and even the thought caused waves of pleasure to course through her body. Very quickly she reached a climax and had perhaps the hardest more satisfying orgasm of her entire life. She lay there motionless for a few moments, an obese blob of flesh with the warm shower water hitting her in the belly, moaning lightly and trying to catch her breath.

Eventually, Amanda struggled greatly to heave herself off the bench and back onto her feet, stumbling a bit in the process, rinsed off as many cracks, folds, and crevices as she could reach, and shut off the water. Squeezing herself past the door once again she reached for a towel and found it entirely inadequate to dry off her massive body. Grabbing a second towel, she grunted and struggled for a few moments, heaving a heavy leg up onto the top of the toilet lid to get a better angle at drying off her enormous thigh, spreading her legs as best she could to dry off her fupa, and loving every minute of it. When she was done. She hauled her scale out from under the bathroom sink. In her prepping last year she had bought one that could read up to 600 pounds, another trophy of her failure and disappointment when she was no closer to attaining her goal a year later. This time she plopped it down on the floor, tapped it with her foot, and climbed aboard with a giddy smile across her pudgy cheeks. Out of habit she looked down to read the numbers as they climbed and let out a maniacal laugh when she remembered that she wasn’t capable of seeing the scale readout past her immense girth.