Chapter 5 - getting fried

Theresa did not realize it, but that had been the first day of what would become a frightening pattern. The next day, her stomach had almost completely returned to its previous level, but there is slightly more fat now, barely noticeable. Theresa had written off what had happened and continued to go about her usual methods.

Danielle, on the other hand, was delighted by how well the plan had gone. She had noticed the extra fat right away, and knew that things were going according to plan. She began to add more supplement to what Theresa ate. However, she would stagger these events so that it did not seem suspicious. Theresa never suspected a thing, simply going with the hunger pangs whenever they occurred.

After about a month, Theresa herself began to notice the changes of her body. She had been feeling a little more sluggish, and something did not feel right about her. One day, when Danielle she took a quick peek in the mirror getting out of the shower. She stopped, looked again, and gasped audibly. She knew she had put on some weight, but she had not realized how much until she looked in the mirror.

Her weight gain had mainly gone to those curves she already had. Her ass stretched out far further than it usually did, and her breasts had gone up at least a cup size. Her belly had gained some flab, but it was generally dwarfed by the other gains she had made. She stood, looking at her new figure. She brought her hands up to her breasts and jiggled them, feeling them wobble against her body. She then did the same with her belly, all with a look of confusion and revulsion. She checked out her ass again, giving it a slight pop and smiling as she saw it shake.

She put some clothes on, noticing that her jeans were far more tight then they used to be, and that her bra was digging into her back ever so slightly. Just as she walked into the living room, there was a knock on the door. She opened it to find Mark standing in the doorway, looking at her with a puzzled look on his face. "Theresa. I did not expect to see you here."

She grinned. "I was running a little behind. What's up?"

Mark looked her over again, as if seeing her for the first time. "Uh...oh, right. I was wondering if I could borrow a cutting board for my dinner. Would you...like to join me?"

Theresa practically beamed with pleasure. "I would love to."

She grabbed the board and followed him out.