chapter 4 -- experimentation

Gina locked the bathroom door and crumpled to the ground, staring at the belt in her hands. It looked like something a superhero would wear. It was black and had a few dials and a keypad on it.

She leaned against the bathroom door. On the other side was Derek. He had come back home, handed her the belt and recited the lines he practiced in the car.

"Gina, I love you more than anything in the world. You are my everything," Derek began. "I have something to tell you. I have always been attracted to fat women. Not chubby women. Not thick women. Fat women. I never wanted you to feel like you weren't enough. I thought this belt could help us. The science I've been working on is at least 10 years beyond what most scientists think is possible today. I've been obsessed. Please just trust me and put this on. It will take a moment to calibrate. If you press these buttons here and move this slider here, you can instantly fatten any part of your physiology to exact dimensions. But what might be simplest is to just spin this dial around 360 degrees. Just make sure you take your clothing off first, or it could get painful. When you're done, just spin the dial back and you'll be back to normal."

Now, Gina was repeating those words in her head. She was in a sort of fugue state. The only thing that made sense right now was that she loved Derek and would do anything for him. Almost without thinking, she stood up and stripped off her lingerie. She put the belt around her waist and clasped the buckle together. Instantly she felt a tingle of electricity in her body. A small screen on the belt lit up with the numbers 120 -- that was how much she weighed. Her mother would have ridiculed her senseless if she knew Gina was above 105. Gina took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and spun the dial 360 degrees.

Her skin felt warm. She could literally feel more weight pulling her down. It was harder to stand. She could feel her perky breasts swell, then droop down her chest. She felt her thighs touch together. Then everything slowed down and stopped. Her eyes were still shut tight. Gina felt disgusting. She was terrified to look in the mirror. She knew she would hate the fat blob in front of her.

Slowly, she pried one eye open, then the other. What she saw took her breath away. There was Gina's face, but her body was replaced with this pear-shaped ... goddess? Gina didn't feel disgusted. She was amazed at how well the weight settled on her. The belt had expanded to fit her fat stomach. The screen showed 240. Turning the dial once around must double your weight. Gina took her formerly bony hands -- now puffed up with sausage fingers -- and poked, pinched, flicked her fat body. She grabbed her belly with both hands and shook it, sending ripples throughout. Her breasts jiggled with each stepped. She had the makings of a double chin. She couldn't resist tilting her head up and down, watching the fat roll on her neck. Her hands began exploring every inch of her body. At first timidly, then aggressively. Everything was new and exciting. She kneaded the crease of fat below her shoulder blades then moved her hands down her back. For whatever reason, Gina still expected to grab the bony ass that she was cursed with.

As the lovemaking between her and Derek had grown scarce, Gina had tried anything to get him excited -- and that included squats. Lots of squats. She tried for months to fill out her yoga pants, but nothing seemed to work. Now, as her hands moved to her ass, she was amazed. Her ass seemed to go on and on and on. Each cheek felt like perfect blubber. For the first time since spinning the dial, Gina turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror.

She nearly fainted.

If only Gina had known that Oreos and junk food would give her such a luscious bottom, she would have never wasted a breath on squats. Each cheek was like a beach ball. A devilish idea popped in her head. It was something she never would have bothered to do with her old body. She cocked her arm back, then slapped her ass as hard she could, watching cellulite bounce and jiggle and ripple. She grabbed her ass hard and felt the fat try to squeeze out between her fingers.

Derek had been standing outside the door, wondering whether he had torpedoed his marriage when he heard a loud clap.

"Is everything all right in there?" Derek said, meekly.

Gina picked up her lingerie from the floor and held the lacy underwear against her body. They looked tiny now. Gina's lips curled into a grin, and she shouted, "Coming, dear!"