Chapter 9 - Rising Tide

The men in the crowd stood silently in anticipation as they watched the exhausted woman wearily chew and swallow the last bite of her feast, their eyes fixated on the blonde’s bright red face as she audibly gasped for air. The overstuffed woman groaned between fits of wheezing as her insides churned, her enlarged stomach already working to convert her feast into even more flesh for the pile.

“BWWWOOORRRRRUURRRRRRPPP”

The crowd cheered as a series of gaseous eruptions abruptly exited Alice’s mouth, but the uproar subsided just as quickly as it had begun when the cupbearer returned with the ceremonial speaker by his side.

The two older men carried a large clay jug with enough capacity to hold at least a gallon of liquid, and the sound of sloshing fluids could be heard all around as they approached. Alice wearily nodded her head left and right in protest, her stomach already near the point of bursting from her colossal meal, but the young blonde was powerless to stop the inevitable as two hands reached out from behind and held her head in place. The two men carefully poured the dark liquid straight down the woman’s throat, her mind surging with pleasure with each ounce that graced her tastebuds.

With the substance tumbling down into her depths, Alice moaned as pleasurable sparks shocked her brain, encouraging the fattened researcher to embrace her fate as the swirling and tingling sensations materialized across her body once again. No longer able to control her more primal urges, the young woman smiled with anticipation as the familiar pumping sensation began to fill her upper torso with soft and yielding flesh, the accumulating tissue merging with the northern end of her expansive paunch and lifting her sagging breasts from the altar as they hung off the sides of her enlarged body.

“Ohhhhhh fucccckkkk,” Alice cooed as various parts of her upper body swelled with copious amounts of flab.

With the ravenous hunger in her stomach now satiated, the pumping and searing sensations were front and center, and Alice’s eyes lit up as her shoulders filled with fatty tissue, their thin forms broadening significantly in order to support her watermelon-sized breasts and obese gut. The young blonde could feel her head tilting backwards as cushy adipose multiplied just below her neck, her increasingly padded shoulders lifting her upper body further into the air.

Trailing behind the fattening pumping magic inflating her shoulders, the DNA-altering wave of discoloration began to creep closer to Alice’s face, searing her pale white skin and replacing it with a warm mocha hue. The golden-brown wave washed across Alice’s newly broadened shoulders just as the pumping moved towards her toned arms, and Alice quickly turned her head towards her left side to see what was happening.

“MY BODDDYYYYYYYYY!!!!!”

Alice’s left arm, toned from years of regular exercise and careful eating, lost all muscular definition in an instant as a wave of invading fat buried her years of hard work beneath a doughy layer of soft tissue that reduced her delicate limb into a beefy tube of flesh. The restrained woman watched helplessly as the diameter of her arm quickly doubled and then tripled in size right before her eyes, her jelly-like arms wobbling as Alice pulled at the restraints tightly grasping her wrists. However, the young blonde woman’s scream of horror quickly switched to a boisterous moan as the liquid’s magic flooded her brain with pleasure, and soon Alice almost felt herself cheering on the corruption of her body as the magic intensified.

The pumping sensation flowed further from the blonde woman’s torso as the rope holding her upper body to the altar began to feel uncomfortably tight. Alice eyed the restraint around her wrist as it dug further into her pale skin, her wrists ballooning with fatty tissue as their delicate forms turned puffy and bloated. With the ropes digging into her increasingly swollen wrists, the invading flesh poured into her dainty hands, their fat melding with her arms as her wrist became less defined. Alice could do nothing but watch in aww as each of her slim fingers inflated with lard, their small and nimble shapes thickening into fatty sausages.

With her upper body now matching her obese figure below, the fattening magic weakened once again, this time to Alice’s disappointment. The woman audibly whimpered as the magic dispersed throughout her body before dissipating completely, her mind now craving its touch more than dreading its repercussions.

With the fattening pumping gone, the blonde woman’s attention turned towards the trailing DNA-altering magic as it flowed passed her armpit. Alice’s crystal blue eyes watched as a wave of golden-brown mocha marched down the lengths of her lard-filled arms, the magic devouring her white skin and leaving behind a pair of beefy brown pillows where her athletic arms once rested.

“My life is over,” Alice wailed between moans of pleasure, the magic continuing to manipulate the blonde woman’s brain throughout the transformational experience.

The wave of color flowed underneath the rope holding her arm to the altar before continuing on towards her hand. Holding her plump digits in the air, Alice watched as each one of her each pudgy sausage fingers were consumed by her new caramel brown skin tone, the sensation dissipating unceremoniously just as soon as the last trace of pale flesh vanished from her hand. When the magic faded entirely, nearly every single part of Alice’s body had been remade into a gelatinous pile of doughy brown flesh, with only her original head and neck remaining untouched.

The crowd that surrounded Alice looked on in silence as the colossally fat woman shifted her sweat-soaked, gluttonous body atop the altar, each of them holding back their excitement knowing full well that the real fun was just around the corner.

The final stage of the ritual had finally come.