chapter 14: bending reality

Chapter 14: Bending reality

“Hold still some more,” Melanie said. She was hunched over a piece of paper, scribbling as fast as possible.

“Sorry, dearie. I was a little itchy.” Wanda said. She was seated on the bed in front of her. Wanda had stripped to her underwear in preparation. Initially, she was just wearing her sweat pants and t-shirt from before. But Melanie insisted. It was mostly an excuse to watch her undress again. Wanda hadn’t given Melanie much to work with, just some scrap paper she had lying around and a number 2 pencil. In Melanie’s hands,' such tools were more than enough. Little by little, her scribblings transformed into an almost photo-realistic depiction of Wanda’s bloated body. Melanie was incredibly horny as she sketched in details like the folds of her neck, the way her belly sat on top of her thighs. It was tantalizing for the young girl to behold.

“Done,” Melanie said triumphantly. She had to sharpen the pencil 3 times using a kitchen knife nearby. Using a knife to sharpen pencils was a technique her teacher taught her. Through Jezebel’s spell anyway, not in reality.

“My, my dearie, that’s worth a bonus,” Wanda said, smiling. She gazed upon the drawing with a reverence like a priceless treasure. “Where did you learn how to do this anyway?”

“I paid attention in art school,” it was a lie, of course, she never did. But saying, “My bitch of a boss cast a spell on me” was probably going to take some explaining. “What bonus?” She asked.

“Mmm…” She set the picture down on a table next to her. “Well, dearie, I think you’ve been such a swell guest, and you did such a good job. You deserve a bonus. I’ll throw in a free face sitting on top of the cuddle. And…” Wanda’s hand moved to Melanie’s breast. Her expression changed, she looked steamier and more seductive. “If you want to go for round two, I might give you a freebie.” Melanie gulped, remembering her fantasy the other day.

“H-how could I say no to that…” Melanie sputtered. Wanda giggled and pointed to the bed.

“Hop on… lover…” Wanda’s gaze fixed upon her. Melanie undressed and lay down on the bed. In an instant, her vision dimmed as Wanda’s enormous ass enveloped her head.

“Mmmph,” Melanie cried out. Her lungs crying out in pain as she couldn’t breathe. The pain of being crushed and suffocating was combined with pure ecstasy. She was extremely wet. Melanie stuffed her fingers into her privates and began to masturbate. Wanda heard this and smiled, feeling aroused herself. Then she felt a different feeling, something stirring in her stomach.

“Ooooh…” Wanda said. Melanie heard Wanda’s large stomach groan. It sounded like the roar of an elephant thundering in her ears. "Oh God, is she going to do it. Please God, do it. I want it so badly." Melanie thought.

“Sorry, dearie, I must’ve eaten too many nuggets…” Melanie bit her lip in eager anticipation. "Is she going to do it?" She thought. And then, it happened. Wanda let rip a nasty fart. Melanie was deafened by the sound reverberating through her ears. The smell coated her lungs and lingered on her. Wanda lifted her derriere, and Melanie gasped for air. Breathing in more of the scent as she did so.

“I’m sorry, dear. Was that too much?” There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice. Melanie coughed and gasped. She was completely soaked from sweat and the wetness of her crotch.

“That was great…” was all she could manage to say. Wanda took that as a cue to sit atop Melanie again. She gasped and sputtered again, unable to breathe as her vision turned black back. Wanda ground her ass into the bed, slowly crushing Melanie’s head in the process.

“Mmph,” she whined underneath Wanda’s girth. "I’m going to die now. I’m going to die, and it’s so fucking hot." Melanie thought. Eventually, Wanda let up and lifted her ass again. Allowing Melanie to breathe.

“Would you like a break, dear?” Wanda asked. She turned her head and looked down at Melanie.

“Y-yes… please…” She croaked. Wanda sat down on the bed, allowing Melanie to climb up into her lap. She stroked her head motherly, and Melanie eventually fell asleep. The sound of a thunderstorm blared in the distance.
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Anya woke to a crunching sound. She didn’t recognize it at first, thinking it sounded like eggshells being stepped on. "No… that sounds more like… potato chips?" She thought to herself. Anya opened her eyes and looked around. Seeing Heather sitting up on the bed next to her.

“You’re up!” Heather exclaimed. Anya stared up at her in astonishment. Heather had changed even more drastically since the previous night. Her ass had exploded in size, now taking up her entire body mass. It gave way to large tree trunk sized thighs and chunky round calves. She sprouted cankles above her feet, almost like mushrooms. Heather’s arms had inflated, now her biceps were pillow-like in size and drooped down. They were covered in cellulite. Her fingers had become little sausages, and she was shoving them into a potato chip bag and greedily lifting them to her mouth. Heather’s neck had seemingly vanished into her torso, and her face was covered in crumbs. Her hair had started to curl and cascaded down her face. Anya could smell body odor on her and assumed she hadn’t showered yet. She just lay there in her own funk eating as much as possible. “How did you sleep?” She asked, still chewing.

“zaika…” Anya said. “W-what has happened to you? You were so tiny just a few days ago.” Heather was wearing a different set of pajamas, which covered her full bottom snuggly. Anya didn’t remember buying them when they were out.

“What do you mean? I don’t remember.” Heather said, sounding distant and a little vague. She belched loudly, and Anya breathed in a foul odor. She figured Heather must’ve gained at least 50 pounds overnight. She had crossed the threshold from “chubby” to “fat” effortlessly in just two days.

“H-heather,” Anya said. She sat up and attempted to shake her. Heather finished the bag of potato chips and began licking off her fingers. “Something is wrong. You are huge.”

“I’ve always been big.” She said, giggling. She shook her stomach and watched it jiggle. “Maybe I put on a little, but you did stuff me good these past few days. You said it yourself. I’m prey. Your little piglet.” A lightning strike sounded outside Heather’s room. It had begun to pour rain like there was a typhoon outside. Anya was startled by the sound before regaining her composure.

“I did not say that,” Anya said. She clearly remembered what she said. “I said I thought you were a predator like me,” Anya remembered back to the night when she first fed Heather. It was still clearly in her memory.

“Mmm…” Heather said. She sounded a little oblivious.

“Heather… why did you come to the lodge? You told me about an article? You asked me questions about this place.”

“An article?” Heather asked. She was confused. “I… don’t remember why I came here.” She said. Heather’s notebook and the computer had disappeared in the night, vanished as if they never existed to begin with. Anya was freaking out. She didn’t understand why Heather didn’t remember. She got to her feet and got dressed. Heather watched her in eager anticipation.

“Are we going to order room service? I’m so hungry…” Heather shook her belly again. Anya looked at her and sighed.

“I… I will be back, zaika. I can feed you when I return…” Anya was terrified. She put her shoes on and left Heather’s room.

"I wonder if the front desk has that girl Melanie’s phone number. She is tied to this somehow, why did she draw her and not me?" Anya ruminated on these thoughts as she walked to her room. She needed to find answers, and the only place they could lay was in that dusty tome she stole from Jezebel’s office.