chapter 2 strange

Jill slowly woke up on the floor feeling dirty and bloated. As she climbed to her feet, she saw Ian on the bed, waking from his sleep as well. Nina was nowhere to be found. She searched the room for her purse as she tried to clear her head, but that too was missing. She tried the door, but it was locked. Finally, she sat on the edge of the bed next to Ian.

"What happened?" Ian asked, holding his head.

"I don't know," Jill confessed, noticing how insanely dry her mouth was. "We were talking to that guy, Vincent, but that's all I remember." She noticed two full glasses of something on the nightstand. She and Ian each took a glass and took several large gulps in an effort to quench their thirst.

"Yeah, I remember him, but that's really it," Ian said, still holding his head. "God, is your head killing you too?" He was clearly in pain.

"No, I actually feel okay," she said as she gulped down the last of her drink. It was then that she noticed how tight Ian's clothes looked on him. It reminded her of how tight Nina's clothes had seemed the night before.

"Uh, your clothes are..."

Just then the bathroom door opened, interrupting Jill's thought. She jumped slightly on the bed, startled by the sound, while Ian kept his head in his hands. Nina walked out in nothing but way-too-tight panties with Vincent right behind her. Jill was taken aback by how much Nina had changed since they'd last seen each other. Her hair was much shorter, cut just above her shoulders. Even more startling than that, she had somehow gained a lot of weight since the night before. As Jill's face grew redder and redder at seeing Nina's near-nude body, Nina's smile got wider.

"It looks so much better right?" she said, playing with her hair. "Vincent said I shouldn't hide my face behind all that hair."

"You're so... big," Jill said, looking hesitantly at the fattened girl in shock.

"Oh, right," Nina chuckled. "Don't you just love it? Can you believe I was only 110 pounds two days ago? Yuck. I was so disgustingly skinny."

Vincent stepped in behind her and patted her belly. "Tell your friends how big you are."

"I'm 169 pounds!" Nina beamed, throwing her arms out wide to show off her fattened form. As she did, her entire form jiggled from her bloated breasts to her thickened thighs. Jill could only stare at the display. Ian groaned next to her, oblivious to what was going on as he battled the pain in his head.

"I need to talk to Jillian. Go make yourself a drink," Vincent instructed Nina, who immediately trotted over to the bar in the corner. Jill couldn't stop watching the chubby girl as she busied herself at the bar.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Vincent asked as he reached into his pocket. "But I'm more interested in you, Jillian." He pulled a small snow globe from his pocket. It was only about the size of a golf ball, and had a little polar bear inside. He held it in front of Jill's face, winning back her attention.

"Hey!" Jill snapped, reaching for the item. "Give that back!" Vincent must have stolen it from her purse.

"Why do you have this toy?" he asked. For the first time that day, Jill looked into his eyes, and suddenly she felt calmer. She didn't feel the need to grab at the trinket anymore and sat back on the edge of the bed.

"My sister Sarah got it for me on my tenth birthday," she said calmly, unsure of why she was revealing this information. "She had just gotten her first job and used her own money to buy it. I always keep it in my purse." It was a cheap little thing, but it meant a lot to Jill.

"That's lovely," Vincent said, examining the snow globe before stuffing it back in his pocket. "Don't you think you should move past such childish things?"

Just then Nina stumbled back over with her mouth stained by the drink she had just devoured at the bar. She looked dazed as she leaned clumsily on Vincent, her enlarged breasts pressing into his arm.

"She is handing her changes wonderfully," Vincent said as he again patted the girl's bulging belly. He looked back at Jill before adding, "I bet you wouldn't take it so well. You seem far too vain for such a transformation."

"No I'm not," Jill said half-heartedly, still lost in Vincent's eyes. She still wanted to scream at him, but she struggled to fight the sudden feelings of lust inside her. "I don't care about looks."

"Oh, but I think you do," Vincent countered. "You claim that you were so frantic to find your sister, and yet when you discovered where she was you still took the time to dress up and put on make-up instead of rushing out to get her. Maybe you care more about your appearance than you let on."

Though she disagreed, Jill couldn't bring herself to argue with him as Vincent led the quickly fading Nina over to the bed and laid her down to sleep. It was then that Jill noticed Ian had also passed out at some point and was sound asleep.

"Not that you should be ashamed of your appearance," Vincent went on, sensing weakness in Jill and moving in for the kill. "I must say, I admire your perky little breasts." He leered at her chest, making her even more uncomfortable. "Small chests must run in the family - your sister was even smaller than you are. Luckily, I was able to help her in that regard."

Jill wanted to call him a pig and tell him that all this talk about "helping" people was bullshit, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead her mind wondered and for some reason Jill couldn't help but picture her skinny sister Sarah with big, heaving breasts jutting out from her small frame. She noticed just how lovely his eyes were. Though she hated him, she could feel a warmth in those eyes.

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have large, matronly breasts?" he continued, never breaking eye contact.

"Yes," Jill responded plainly. A shocked look came over her face. Why did she say that? She had never cared about having big boobs before, but now she found that she truly did want them. And for some reason she couldn't bring herself to hide that truth from Vincent. It was like he was in her head. She began to feel dizzy. She was frightened.

"I mean no. No!" she yelled, correcting herself.

"Be honest, Jillian. Does the thought of being well-endowed excite you?"

"Yes," she answered again, looking into Vincent's lovely eyes. She immediately hung her head in disappointment at her answer. It was as if her brain was fighting against her body, except that she was still in total control of both. For some reason she needed to please him.

Vincent reached out and placed a hand over Jill's modest breast. "I think you'd look lovely with a fat pair of tits, don't you?"

"I do," she responded. She made no attempt to move away from Vincent's intrusive touch. The second the words escaped her mouth she began to sob. Why couldn't she help herself around him all of a sudden? The thing was, she really meant what she was saying, and really hated it at the same time. What was happening to her?

"Where's Sarah?" she managed to ask in a trembling voice as she tried to stifle her sobbing. She was trying to get some answers and change the subject at the same time.

"She is safe," he answered. "She is not a prisoner here. I have helped her find a new path, the path she wanted for herself. She is happy." He then mercifully began to walk towards the door.

"Maybe you should ask your friend to *** you when he wakes up," he said with a smile, motioning towards Ian. "Perhaps that would calm your nerves some." With that he walked out and closed the door behind him.

With Vincent gone, Jill felt the strange urges inside of her dim greatly. She wiped her eyes and took a few deep breaths, beginning to regain her composure.

She looked at Ian laying on the edge of the bed. She was nervous about what was going on, but glad that she had Ian there to protect her. They'd been friends their whole lives, and she really saw him as a brother. Their friends always asked why they never dated each other since they got along so well, but they just didn't see each other that way. In that moment, though, she imagined herself on her back while Ian began to crawl on top of her. At that point she shook her head to clear it of such nonsense, disgusted at the thought of being with Ian that way.

She stood and walked into the bathroom to try and calm down. She got a little dizzier as she stood up and felt a tightness in her jeans as she walked. Once in the bathroom, she looked herself over in the mirror and immediately noticed that her clothes looked a lot tighter. Her shirt was definitely snugger, but she could really feel it in her jeans around her thighs. Now that she was thinking about it, she could feel a tightness in her bra as well. She, like all the women in her family, had always had a very modest chest. Though she barely fit into a B cup bra, she really only needed an A. But now she thought she might be filling out her B cup a little better.

She suddenly had the urge to relieve herself. She pulled off her snug jeans and sat down on the toilet to do her business. It was then that she noticed an empty glass on the bathroom counter, figuring Nina must have drank it while she was in there earlier with Vincent. That's when it dawned on her - they were being fattened by the drinks. That would explain how Nina could get so plump almost overnight, and how a skinny girl like her sister could become an obese blob in under a week. She relented that it may have indeed been Sarah on that video chat screen after all.

Scared and unsure of everything that was happening, she got up and pulled on her panties, then stepped onto the scale that sat in front of the bathroom sink. She had been somewhere between 115 and 120 before coming to Curves. She was now 133 pounds.

The dizziness grew stronger then and she began to feel very light headed. She stumbled back into the bedroom to get to Ian, forgetting about her pants on the floor. She barely reached the bed before passing out.