Chapter 1

Conor nimbly plucked a hair from his girlfriend Mary's head as she turned around, slowly pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing it onto the floor.


"OW must have snagged it on the shirt…" She exclaimed, rubbing the back of her head.


Conor bent over and kissed the same spot she had just been rubbing. "Don't you worry, babe; I'm going to make you feel absolutely amazing with this massage," he said, a tiny hint of mischief in his gravelly low voice.


“Mmmm, I can’t wait for you to work out all my stress and tension…" Mary said, biting her lower lip and letting the words hang in the air as she gave him an inviting glance before returning to undo her bra strap. While Mary was continuing to undress, Conor grabbed a glass bottle resting on a nearby table. His eyes skimmed the plain white label, which read: Lucious Massage Oil, bountiful and transformative massage oil for your deepest desires. He quickly removed the top and dropped the plucked hair into the bottle before re-sealing it and giving it a quick shake. The hair promptly vanished into the potion, the color within changing from a cloudy grey to a slight pinkish hue.


Mary and Conor were a picturesque couple, and Conor doubted he could ever find someone as compatible with him as Mary. Conor did have a little secret, though, that he had never shared with her. While he found Mary attractive as she was, what really turned him on were fat women. And it wasn't just any type of fatty; he wanted a girl who would pig out, letting him feed her, and have no shame as she burped and pleasured herself. A super-sized girl as wide as she was tall. Not wanting to compromise his excellent relationship, he had always kept his kinks to himself. One evening, while he was online, he stumbled upon a sketchy message board post about a massage oil that would change a person into the ideal of the masseuse, and the transformed person would never know that they had been changed. The oil required a teardrop of the masseuse, signifying their longing, and a single hair of the person that would be transformed.


Conor had rolled his eyes and dismissed it as a hoax to separate suckers from their money. For some reason, he checked back on the post a few months later to be shocked when users reported that it had indeed worked. He figured that these were just alternate accounts or bots until he read something that gave him a far-flung hope. One user reported that the oil had turned their girlfriend into a complete porker and was complaining. The oil seller accused the poster of being in denial of what they truly wanted and to embrace their inner desires. Deciding he had wasted more money on more useless things, Conor ordered the oil, and after it had arrived, he invited Mary over to his place for a massage.


The remainder of Mary's clothes lie in a pile on the floor as she gets onto the makeshift massage table in the middle of Conor's living room. He had inflated an air mattress and placed it on top of his coffee table, covering it with a sheet. Mary giggled as she lay down face-first on the bed. "How considerate of you to set this up," she said.



Conor dimmed the lights of the room and then knelt down next to Mary as she faced sideways towards him, giving her a kiss, and then slid a blindfold over her eyes. “What’s this for?” she asked.


“It’s to enhance the feeling, to let you really get into it. Looking around is just going to distract you from my exquisite touch.”


"Haha, okay, dork. We will see just how magic those hands of yours are."


"Here's hoping," Conor said, just as much to himself as to her. Conor opened the oil bottle again, splashing some onto his palms and then rubbing it in. Quickly, a sensation of ice pieced his hands for a brief instant before a dim warmth emanated throughout.


“Let’s start with those legs. I'm sure they're tight from all that running around you've been doing."


He sank his fingers into the back of her thigh, feeling the smooth, toned flesh. Conor began to massage her muscles as Mary let out a gentle moan. A moment passed, and nothing happened. Conor moved to the second thigh and began to rub when he noticed something. His girlfriend's thighs were thickening, slowly expanding and growing closer together. "Oh baby, that feels so good," Mary murmured.


Conor now placed one hand on each thigh and began to work, feeling the gradual increase in softness as the process sped up. The tone and definition began to disappear as Mary's thighs swelled, becoming meaty thunder thighs. Conor did not stop until they were touching each other, Mary’s thigh gap now banished by the overstuffed trunks she now had for thighs. He now moved lower to her calves. They, too, began to grow, ankles disappearing, becoming fleshy and doughy cankles. Mary's toes plumped up, and Conor worked his fingers between them, becoming sausage-like. Next, he began to work her hips, and to Conor's delight, they radiated outwards, forming blubbery love handles, not stopping until they began to overhand the table's width. He only stopped just before she began to develop saddle bags, knowing his lover would now struggle to fill any type of pants, likely spilling over and out.


Conor could feel his pulse increase as he watched his dreams come true. He splashed a fresh round of oil onto his hands and then smacked Mary's ass hard before digging his fingers into the tight rear, with Mary letting out a slight yip. The Taut flesh ballooned outwards, first becoming a juicy bubble butt. As Mary's backside continued to bubble outwards, it started to develop a dimpled surface as cellulite formed within the adipose. Conor had to move his hands ever further as the thick cheeks expanded from tiny frisbee-sized buns to massive beach ball sized globes jiggling to the slightest touch. Mary's ass now jutted far out from her back, giving her a substantial shelf butt that would have taken an average woman years of gluttony to achieve. A gurgling could be heard now from Mary's stomach, the groan then changing into a decent fart rippling out of Mary's posterior as her digestive system was transformed into something more appropriate to her growing form.


“Sorry babe, I might have had a bit too much McDonalds for lunch today….” Mary said sheepishly as she let out another little blast.


"Naughty girl!" Conor said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice before giving another hard spank to the now mammoth cheeks, sending them sloshing as Mary moaned.


Conor refreshed the oil on his palms and moved up his girlfriend's torso, thickening and widening it to match her lower half. Fat oozed through his fingertips as toned muscles disappeared beneath plush adipose. Mary's softening back formed deep rolls she would have trouble ever reaching. Mary cooed as her shoulders broadened, taking on extra weight, "I can feel the stress melting away… everything is getting so loose and soft…”


Conor circled his lover's arms with his hands, working the massage oil deep into the skin. The dainty arms plumped and developed, the upper arms soon overflowing on the ends of the elbow, becoming overstuffed bingo wings.


Without warning, a sharp crack was heard in the wood of the makeshift massage table. One of the table legs broke, sending the enchanted girl sliding off, landing in a resounding hard thud on the floor. Mary's thighs and rear bouncing and undulating. Mary struggled to roll over and push herself up but slowly was able to get to her feet before pulling the blindfold off. Conor gazed upon his work; Mary now had the body of a hedonistic oversized pear. She was now more than three times as wide at her hips and waist as she had been before. Her legs were packed to the brim with fat and cellulite. Her belly was still flat, and her breasts were still perky, firm b-cups with petite nipples. Conor was enamored and could feel himself stiff but wanted more.


"That was a bit harder to get up than I thought it'd be," Mary huffed. "All those fast-food lunches are adding up!”


"Nonsense, you look beautiful," Conor replied.


“Then you wouldn’t mind getting me a soda and a snack?” She asked, her tummy letting out a little rumble.


"Of course not. Have a seat on the couch, and I'll be right back. I need to get my hands on a few more parts of you tonight before I'll let you go."


Conor walked over to his kitchen and removed a bowl from a cabinet. He pulled a two-liter bottle of Coke out of his fridge, a tray of brownies, and some ice cream from the freezer to top it off. He put a brownie and some ice cream in the bowl and stuck a spoon into the mixture. He walked back out to the living room carrying the snack and drink. He handed the bowl to Mary, who looked at the treat longingly. He then grabbed a cup from a nearby side table and opened the bottle of Coke to pour her a glass.


A loud belch echoed from the couch as the brown liquid reached the rim of the glass. Conor turned and saw that Mary had already finished the bowl. "Do you think you could get me another helping? The massage is making me so hungry…" Mary pleaded to Conor, her cheeks red with embarrassment.


"Coming right up." Conor returned to the kitchen, grabbed the whole tray of brownies and tub of ice cream, and returned to his eager girlfriend. Instead of drinking from the glass he poured, she drank straight from the two-liter bottle. "Wonderful" was all Conor could think as his member grew even more rigid.


Conor grabbed the oil bottle and dabbed a fresh splash onto his hands, rubbing them together zealously. He then sits beside his bloated partner as she swigs the fizzy syrupy drink. He traces his hands over her flat navel, causing it to pooch outwards as a gentle burp escapes Mary's lips. He presses down harder, kneading the fluffy pooch of a tummy, filling it with more fat. The belly in his hands now growls with hunger audibly as the paunch morphs into a hefty potbelly with just a hint of sag. Mary removes the now-empty Coke bottle from her lips and lets a monstrous burp emit from her swelling midsection. The round dome begins to sag slower and cover Mary's delicate slit. Angry red stretch marks erupt all over, displaying the rapid growth. Mary moans with pleasure as Conor's fingers dance across her, digging into the brownies and ice cream and stuffing them into her mouth with her bare hands.


Conor then forces his middle finger into his girlfriend's belly button, initiating a flood of lard to turn the chubby navel into a cavernous hole around his finger. Conor presses harder into the middle of Mary's belly, causing the flow of encroaching fat to shift, forming a split in the middle of her belly. The new divide creates a growing roll, splitting Mary's flabby gut into a meaty double belly that Conor fantasizes about the rolls slapping when they make love. Mary’s freshly acquired angry crimson stretch marks begin to fade into the color of flesh as if she had always led a life of sloth and gluttony as the warm mass of her gut surges forth, filling her lap. Mary continues to let out a series of belches between bouts of stuffing the chocolatey gooey mess into her maw, no longer held back by any sense of modesty.


As the growth crawls to a halt, Mary drinks the remainder of the ice cream from the tub, her belly hanging and stuffed, completely filling her wide, girthy lap. She sets the container down and, looks down at her newly acquired mass and pauses. Using blubbery digits, she grabs the side of the vast doughy paunch, and she gasps. "Jesus Christ, I'm such a ***ing hog, how did this even… BBBUUUURRRPPPP"


Mary's hands move to her mouth in a last-ditch effort to maintain some sense of dignity. In that moment, though, her face blanks before her attitude shifts to reflect her new reality. "Good thing my boyfriend loves a girl with meat on her bones." She says as she slaps the side of her titanic gut, sending it wobbling all over.


Refreshing the oil on his palms, Conor whispers into Mary's ear, "I've been so attentive to your body tonight, but how could I forget these." He says, as his hands cup her perky breasts. They instantly ooze outwards, an invasion of blubber filling them. They expand in every direction before losing all remaining firmness and slapping with a wet thud against Mary's obese gut. Conor grabs the hard, tiny nipples, tugging at them, the areolas expanding to better match the now G-Cups sagging from Mary's chest. "God, I'm so wet," Mary moans, her body now coated in a layer of sweat from the added padding and arousal.


Conor Pulls his hands away from the corpulent udders he had created, Mary quickly taking his place, rubbing her own nipples. Conor lifts Mary’s porcine belly up and begins to caress her sex. The graceful slit now changes, her lips plumping up and fupa advancing outwards. Conor is hard as rock felling his lover’s wet pussy plump up and become soft and plush as he flicks her clit. Mary wails with pleasure, sweat pouring off of her.


In an unexpected show of strength, she pins Conor to the couch, unzipping his shorts. "I need you inside me now; use your *** pig…" She begs.


Conor quickly throws the shorts across the room as Mary mounts him. Her belly nearly comes up to his chest as her thick rolls slap and wobble, her enormous thighs squishing him deep into the cushions. She completely lacks dexterity now and struggles to position herself to have Conor pierce her. He feels his rock buried in the blubbery adipose as her wet slit finally manages to find and swallow him. She begins to grind on top of him, her pussy clenching his cock as her entire body jiggles. She will occasionally bounce as he thrusts upward, slapping and the sound of air escaping her many folds of fat soaked and covered in sweat. Conor feels every new part of his lover, every place he touches, plumping up even more.


"Cum for me baby, knock me up, make this big fat piggy into your sow."


Upon hearing that Conor unleashes a torrent of cum into the deepest reaches of Mary’s womb, his sticky batter filling her.


“Mmmm, Good boy.” She purrs.


Mary flops forward onto Conor, his cock sliding out of her with a wet pop. Her weight bearing down on him, he smiles. She's now perfect in every way. He reaches up and grabs her face to draw in her for a kiss. They lock lips, and she pulls away. Her face, while slim compared to the rest of her super-sized body, now sports a second chin and slightly chubbier cheeks. "Now go and get me some more food. I will need more energy when we fuck again later. Gotta make sure it takes…” Mary says, embracing her new life as a fatty.