Chapter 3 - The Tingle

“Awesome!” Emily cried a few days later as the vending machine sent down four candy bars, instead of one.

“How did you do that?” laughed her colleague, Gill, refusing Emily’s offer to give her one of the bars due to her recently diagnosed nut allergy and gluten intollerance.

“I have no idea!” Emily shrugged, feeling pleased with herself. “I seem to be on a winning streak at the moment. It’s the third time that’s happened to me this week. Also, I don’t know what website I’ve signed up to, but I keep getting emails about a ton of freebies! They all work as well. I’ve had doughnuts, pizzas, cosmetics, ice creams… you name it!”

“I’ve been getting those too!” Gill nodded. Most of it’s wasted on me though, now that I’ve had to go gluten-free. Although I still cash them in. There are a load of cream cakes in the break room that need eating,” she explained. “I hope you all enjoy them.”

Emily smiled. She’d never had so much free food in her life.

“You’ve not been putting your gym clothes in the wash,” Steve complained, rolling his eyes and imagining that Emily was hoarding them somewhere in a gym bag.

Fresh out of the shower, Emily dried off her hair and slipped on fresh underwear. “That’s because I haven’t been able to go to the gym by my work in a few weeks. They’ve had no end of problems there. I went one day and the doors wouldn’t even open to let anyone in. Then there were problems with their security systems and the place now looks like it may need a complete rewire.”

Steve listened with intrigue as Emily gave more details about the series of unfortunate events that had befallen her gym. “Well, just don’t get too complacent,” Steve shrugged. He looked like he wanted to say something, his eyes darting back and forth. “I mean… you don’t look quite as toned in your stomach as you used to.”

Emily let out an automatic, nervous laugh and looked down at her middle. “That’s because I’ve just eaten,” she shot back instinctively.

“You’ve always ‘just eaten’ these days,” Steve grumbled back. “Trust me, I’ve noticed it for a few days now. It’s your ass as well. You’re getting doughy.”

“Oh, come on! I am not!” Emily tried to laugh as Steve walked off. Her heart was beating with a curious speed and she tiptoed back into the bathroom, wiping the steam from the mirror. That was when she saw it: the thickness of her stomach and hips. Her mouth opened in horror as she pressed a finger into her middle. What she had assumed to be a bloat after dinner was actually a plush covering of fat that had built up over her abdominal muscles.

Inside her underwear, a very real tingling began to dominate her thoughts.

With her heart continuing to beat at quite a pace, Emily crept over to the bathroom door and closed it, silently, so that Steve would not hear. Then she locked the door, giving herself complete privacy. What had happened to her? A few careless weeks and her physique looked surprisingly transformed. As becuatiful as she was, there was no denying that puffiness in her stomach and butt.

The sight of herself, looking as she did, felt like a shot of adrenaline into her system. With her hand down in her underwear, she brought herself to a climax with a rapid, rather remarkable speed. As much as she had fantasised about gaining weight in the past, the reality was even more erotic.

Just what had she done to herself?