chapter 3 - a taste of tranquility

My mind is struggling to comprehend what has happened. I see the apartment fade into focus, but it seems distant, blurry but bright and clear enough to distinguish objects. I am standing in my underwear, as if I just got out of bed. Time seems to have come to a halt and that blue ethereal shade falls over the room again, a faint mist shadowing the objects around me.
From the floor, the mist rises to form a feminine figure of slight curves but no defining features. My mind is flying, fear of the figure has my fight or flight response in full swing.

The figure slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, but my fear has me retreat a few steps away.

"Have no fear, my child."

It's voice is slow and carefully spoken, soft and young, yet shrill like a whispered scream. My voice trembles.

"What are you...? Where are we?"

"I am a shadow of our Universe, child. A creation of time and reality that molded with the galaxies you see. While your kind was created to walk and tend the earth, mine was to guide the forces of the infinites that hold the void of space together, and I am earth's guide. I hold no substance nor judgement to your kind, my purpose is to bring peace and fulfillment where it is needed, whatever it may be."

"Then may I say it is a privilege to be in your presence. It truly is a gift to speak with you. But why do you speak to me? There have to be people more worthy of your attention..."

"I have watched you, child. From the days of your first words to the moment we currently speak. Pain and trauma has made it's home in your life... in your childhood, you saw much abandonment. Your father never saw the reason to bother with you and your mother was blinded to your hidden pleas for love. You wandered in your mind trying to make sense of it all, but it only brought doubt and resentment for yourself. Life has led you to believe you were never meant to exist, and the only thing that has brought happiness to you has been consumption. And this consumption has turned into a lust for gluttony."

These words stung. To have my past pulled apart and examined felt like an intrusion.

"I apologize. I sense you are uncomfortable, I did not mean to upset you. I simply wish to bring you peace. While I cannot change what has happened, I wish to make amends for the pain you have felt, by granting you fulfillment in your consumption. You have what is called a "kink" yes? For fat deposits in your body?"

She doesn't mean...

She slowly reaches again, waiting for my response. A moment passes before I give a nod and raise my hand to hers. She takes hold, and a warm wave rushes through me. I feel peace. The warmth travels underneath my skin, and changes begin to take hold. My cheeks and neck round out with my double chin now hanging with a considerable jiggle at the slightest movement. My thighs plump out causing them to touch halfway to the knee with my hips widening ever so slightly. My arms become so thick that a slight fold forms at the wrist and fat wings have formed on my bicep, forcing them away from my chest. My belly and chest have taken it all though; beneath my extra thick chin my breasts exploded with lard, now three inches thick and jutting about a foot away from my chest, they each form a ring of fat to my back that pushes my arms further away. My belly is quite a sight. The trisected dome from my dream is almost a reality, it slowly surges forward lifting my breasts closer to my face. My hands explore my belly as it expands, taking hold of the bottom roll before it escapes, the weight continues to pile on as I maintain my grip. I can feel heavy love handles fold over the waistband of my underwear causing the seams to creak.

The lard stops spreading and I release my belly feeling it drop hard into my flabby mid thighs. Now just over a foot away from my body, my belly is an absolute apron of soft fleshy dough. I stand in disbelief of what happened but instead of the feeling of regret or guilt, I feel... happy. At peace with who I am.

"I see I was not wrong in my decision. I can sense the lack of stress on your soul. I can make this permanent, but we have some work to do."

I feel the pull. The want for more than just pounds on my body but the feeling of bliss and an unburdened mind. The doubt, the mental anguish and the pang of guilt on my consciousness. Gone.

"Whatever it takes. I'll do it. I just want to be happy."

"Wonderful!"

Her mystical form flies about the room, dancing with excitement and glee.

In a flash, the weight disappears from my body and I'm dropped in front of my old highschool. It's September 2016, the start of my senior year. An administrator approaches me before I can enter.

"Good morning!"

"Morning miss!"

"What class is first up today?"

Time freezes, and I fade into the misty void again. Three images appear in front of me:

A gymnasium, the computer tech workshop and the culinary class.

"Choose, my child."



(Thank you all for being patient! I didn't expect so many views on my first attempt at a wg story! More chapters to come, and I promise to update more often!)