chapter 9: split

Amanda sat at her desk, staring at the large analogue clock that ardorned the entranceway. It read 3:45. She had been glancing at it seemingly every 5 minutes for the past 8 or so hours. Another 15 minutes and her shift was over. She considered herself lucky. At least they had given her the day shift and regular hours now that she had been there a year. It would be absolute torture if she had to take the night and weekend shifts as frequently now as when she was new. All day she had felt on edge. She noticed she had been a bit curt with a couple of coworkers and even a guest or two, and ended up apologizing, explaining that she had a rough weekend, but refusing to elaborate.

Finally, her shift was up. “Thank GOD.” she thought to herself, packing up and heading out. She practically power walked to her car and sped out of the parking lot for home. Arriving at her building, she paced quickly to the elevator - impatiently pressing the button about 50 times in a row as if it would make the lift arrive any quicker than usual. She stepped on, and tapped her foot at it climbed to the 8th floor. Stepping off, she rushed towards her door, jingling her keys and all too excited to throw the door open and barricade herself inside. That was when she heard the hasty creak of the door behind her opening.
“Oh hey Amanda!” Ms. Moretti exclaimed, pretending to be surprised to see her out there, as if this was a chance encounter and she didn’t corner Amanda outside of her door at least 4 days per week.

“Hey Ms. Moretti…” Amanda said in a dull and unexcited tone, continuing to fiddle with her keys and unlock her door.

“I met your sister Amy the other evening. It’s so nice of you to let her stay with you while she’s getting her bearings and all.” Ms. Moretti said in a saccharine tone, which Amanda perceived as feigning admiration.

“My sister?” Amanda said in a confused tone before immediately remembering the encounter from Saturday where she had come home fat.

“Well yes, your sister...you know, AMY!” Ms Moretti exclaimed enthusiastically.

“You know, she really does look quite like you, I can see the resemblance...well, aside from her uhh...shape…” Ms. Moretti added.

Amanda had been making subtle body language movements towards getting inside her apartment, but suddenly stopped, turned all the way around, folded her arms and leaned against her door suppressing a smirk.

“Her shape?” she said innocently “Oh, yes...well she always has been a bit of a greedy eater. It’s a real shame, she could have been quite beautiful otherwise…” Amanda remarked, her eye twinkling.

This was just the opening to gossip that Ms. Moretti had been looking forward to.

“Yes, it’s quite a shame - you’re a beautiful young girl Amanda, I’m sure if your sister could develop a little self control she could get back on the right track…” Ms. Moretti suggested, now feigning a mix of concern and almost wistful sadness for the Amy which wasn’t.

“But you know how these greedy little piggies are…” Amanda interjected

“Heck, just yesterday I had to sit around and watch as she shoveled an incessant procession of fattening garbage down the hatch” she said, now feigning some concern mixed with disgust herself.

“Oh my, yes! I noticed several deliveries she collected yesterday. It’s really a shame, I suppose it’s like an addiction for some people” Ms. Moretti replied.

“Well, she’s been a little piglette her whole life, there’s really no changing her at this point. I wouldn’t be surprised if she eats so much and gains so much weight she can’t even get up out of bed before too long…” Amanda postulated, a dampness creeping in between her legs

“Oh, how horrible!” Ms. Moretti gasped, covering her mouth. Or was she covering a grin? Amanda wasn’t sure, but she now had a matter pressing her to finish up this conversation quickly.

“Yep, well, what can you do really? Well I’ve gotta go help feed the beast and I’m already a little late, so I’ll have to catch up with you tomorrow or Wednesday!” Amanda said in a combined motion with opening her apartment door.

“Sure thing Amanda, have a good evening, tell Amy I said hello!” Ms. Moretti said, turning back inside her apartment.

Amanda slammed the door shut behind her, locking it. She stood against the locked door for a moment, he hands feeling down her slim figure towards her pussy, which was now dripping and aching for attention. Ignoring the fact that she was getting off on essentially humiliating herself to her neighbor, she threw her work bag on the couch, and hurried down the hall to her bedroom, snatching up the idol. She walked down the hall, stopping in the bathroom and staring herself down in the mirror. She began to unbutton her blouse and skirt with a frenzied speed, then paused for a moment, a devilish grin spreading across her lips. She buttoned her clothes back up, stood at the ready in front of her mirror, took a deep breath and rubbed the idol’s belly.

Warmth enveloped her, it felt like electrical pulses were spreading up and down her entire body. She watched as her body began to expand outwards, her flab poking out between the bottom of her blouse and the waist of her skirt which was now digging deeply into her expanding flesh. The buttons became strained against each other. Tighter, tighter, more and more taut, until finally the garments couldn’t contain her anymore. With a surprisingly quiet pop, her skirt burst open and began tearing along the button line as Mandy’s heavy thigh flesh began to emerge in full force. Her belly flopped forth from her shirt, her heaving flopping out of the cups of her bra and over the strained underwire which eventually released a moment later as her back fat bent the hooks completely out of position.

Mandy stood there proudly in front of the mirror, admiring her expanded body. She stepped on the scale to make sure she was where she wanted to be.

“Four hundred ninety-eight point six pounds” it chimed.

“Whoa, 498? That’s a bit bigger than the past couple of times…” she said with a giggle. She had in fact grown herself slightly larger each time she used the idol. A trend which was subconscious and not at all accidental.

Turning on the shower, Mandy pleasured herself for 20 straight minutes. The feel of her blubber, smooth and slippery in a mix of soap and running water was liberating to her after a full day trapped inside the prison of her thinner self. As she ordered a modest meal by comparison to the previous days and dug into only her second large pizza of the evening, Mandy dreaded the next day of imprisonment. She felt free, liberated, and happy. She had never felt as comfortable and blissful as she did in this enormous form chowing down on fattening food, eating with reckless abandon. The thought entered her mind that maybe she was becoming addicted to her fat life. This both excited and terrified her. Finishing up her pizzas and feeling disappointingly hungry, she managed to force herself to bed to get some rest for her work day

[NOTE: Thanks for your patience everyone, hope that everybody enjoys the latest two chapters. I'll try to continue adding them at a steady pace for anyone interested, I still have a few ideas for the direction on this story]