Chapter 2

Walking into the house she started to strip down. She was down to her underwear by the time she got to her room. Closing the door she looked at her body in the full length mirror on the back. As she expected she looked fully bloated from the stuffing she had just had. She put her hands on her puffed out stomach and saw that her breasts though large were resting a top the shelf of that huge gut poking out of her middle. Red marks from her tight jeans marked her middle and she was disgusted once again by the site. Then she thought about Oliver and how he had always treated her. She was angry at herself for having given into herself hatred, but, she was more angry at him and the fact that he had no idea how hard it was to have her addiction and feel helpless to stop herself from stuffing herself. She was like a drug addict who was always chasing the high that made them feel like nothing else. The truth was that although she was disgusted by the sight of her own fat in the mirror she could not deny the fact she was also aroused by the feeling of fullness and the feel of that distended stomach in her hands. She felt the familiar arousal rushing through her body. The wetness between her huge thighs soaked her panties. Walking away from the mirror she climbed into her bed and took off her underwear and bra.

Laying back against her pillows she let the fingers of one hand drift down to her wet pussy. Keeping the other hand on her stomach she pushed it out even further. Her fingers stroking until she felt her climax. Turning onto her side she reached into her bedside table draw and took out her vibrator. Turning it on full power she shoved it up inside her still wet pussy sliding it in and out with one hand while she once again pushed her stomach out again and massaged it with her other hand. The vibrations bringing her to another orgasm then twice more. Finally turning the switch back off on her toy she put it away and not bothering to put her pj's on she drifted off to sleep.

That night she had a vivid dream about Oliver. In the dream he was tied down and was naked. The strange thing was he did not have the cut athletic body he has always had instead his middle was rounded out. He was fat as a pig. His abs completely obscured by a big gut. His cheeks chubby his thighs as big a tree stumps. She could not actually see herself at first only her pale hand shoving more food down his throat. Oliver's stomach continued to grow right before her eyes. Just before she woke Oliver had disappeared and instead she was standing in front of a mirror. Looking into the glass she saw an even more amazing sight then the fat Oliver...she was thin! She put her hand against her own cheek and the woman in the mirror did the same. Julia twirled about in her dream looking at her tiny form. Her waist was so small she could almost span her own hands around it. Her legs were beautiful; her breasts looked like a perfect hand full. The best part was looking at her face she had cheekbones more than that she had hollows that made her face to cut and only one chin that flowed into a swan neck. Her eyes no longer obscured by chubby cheeks looked huge. Turning to the side her gut was completely gone she sucked in slightly and her already flat stomach was almost hallowed out her hip bones actually poking out slightly more. She could feel her own ribs. She was so beautiful and perfect.

Starting awake Julia sat up in her bed. Looking down at her slightly less bloated stomach she felt a sense of loss. Why couldn't she have woken up to find out it hadn't been a dream??? Having seen what she could look like in her dream she couldn't shake off the want. Then she remembered the other part of her dream...Oliver big and bloated and FAT! She thought about her own pale hand stuffing him full and how wonderful it felt to be the one with the power.