chapter 3 elephant in the room

Jill was awoken by a loud moan. She opened her eyes to see Nina's face just a few inches away from hers on the mattress and jumped back. The more aware she became of her surroundings, the more disgusted she became. Nina was laying facedown on the bed with Ian at her rear, plowing himself into her from behind. Nina's moans and the creaking of the rocking mattress made up for Ian's odd silence. Jill immediately noticed how fat and hairy he had become. He looked so out of it.

"Ian!" she shrieked, shielding her eyes and rolling towards the edge of the bed away from what was happening.

As she fumbled across the mattress she became aware of how heavy she felt and her body jiggled around in ways that she wasn't used to. She rolled off the bed onto her feet, caught off guard by her added girth. She balanced herself on the edge of the bed, and as she looked down at her body she let out a piercing scream. Ian and Nina didn't seem to notice, as Ian continued to slam into the moaning woman's plump backside while Jill stumbled into the bathroom.

Jill immediately looked to the bathroom mirror for answers. With a hand over her mouth, she surveyed her reflection and began to cry at how thick she had become. She nearly died when she saw how broad her shoulders had gotten and just how wide she'd become overall. Her shirt was skin tight now and only covered down to a few inches above her belly button, which stuck out before her on her bloated stomach. Her bra was now clearly visible through the tight shirt, but strangely didn't feel any tighter. Upon further inspection she realized why that was - evidently her 32B bra could no longer fit around her thickened body and the clasp in back had snapped off during her slumber. She reached under her shirt and fished it out, feeling the chubbiness that now covered her as she slid it off. Her breasts had grown considerably, becoming heaping mounds that bulged from her chest. Beneath the tight shirt, her nipples stood hard at attention.

Past her enlarged breasts she saw that her panties were digging into the softness that had built up on her lower half. A turn in the mirror revealed that her panties were barely covering her ass anymore, pressing tightly into her padded rear end.

She was overcome with emotions as she stared at herself. She thought about Sarah, and how fat she looked on the computer screen. Is this how it started? She heard a loud moan from the other room and wondered if what had happened to Nina was going to happen to her too. She reluctantly stepped onto the scale once again. She just had to know. 175 pounds - she'd gained over 40 pounds in one night.

She continued to cry as she stepped off the scale, not knowing what to do to stop all of this madness. She noticed her jeans on the floor where she'd left them the night before and attempted to pull them on, but there's no way they're getting over her thighs. She threw them back on the floor defeated. It was then that she noticed the moaning from the other room had stopped. She made her way to the door and peaked out, not wanting Ian to see her nearly nude. Vincent was there with Nina close by, staring at him lovingly. Jill marveled at how fat Nina had once again become now that she could see her full body. She may have been 200 pounds.

Ian, on the other hand, was laying silently on the bed, possibly asleep again. His sweaty body was in plain view, and it had changed immensely overnight. He had grown a considerable amount of hair all over his body, which was bordering on fat now. Once Jill's eyes caught his erection, they darted away, looking at the ceiling.

"Good morning, Jillian," Vincent said, drawing her attention. She felt that sensation growing within her again. "Why don't you join us?"

She didn't want to, but she found herself needing, wanting to be near him. She placed a hand over her crotch and rear in a futile attempt to cover her lower half as she stepped out into the bedroom. Unfortunately this still left her flabby, exposed stomach in full view. The redness in her face hinted that she was well aware of this fact.

"Hey, look! Her shirt's too small," Nina giggled, pointing at Jill's exposed belly.

Jill sat down on the bed, feeling her bloated stomach bunch up as it rested on her thighs, which were closed together tightly in an attempt to hide her nakedness at least somewhat. Red-faced, she reached over and tossed the covers over Ian's nude form, his erection tenting the blanket up around his crotch.

"Please stop this," Jill said to Vincent, trying to end the misery. At the same time she was admiring his physique. She couldn't help herself.

"Look at yourself, Jillian," Vincent said, ignoring her pleas. "What do you see?"

"Bigger titties," Jill said. She was shocked to hear those words come out of her mouth even though she had chosen to say them.

"Yes, yes. And do you like them?" Vincent asked.

"I love... them," Jill said, clearly struggling between saying what she felt and trying to stop herself from being so crude.

"You love what?" Vincent asked with a smirk, sensing her inner turmoil. He enjoyed toying with her.

"I love my... growing... titties," Jill said, again unable to control herself.

"Show me," Vincent commanded flatly. "Taste them."

"No," she said, looking down at the floor and trying desperately to deny him despite the things she was feeling. "I'm... I'm a good girl." The way she said it made it sound as though she was trying to convince herself that it was true.

Vincent placed his fingers below her chin, tilting her gaze up to meet his. Staring into her scared eyes, he asked her the same question she was already struggling with in her head. "Are you?"

Jill tried to stop herself but couldn't hesitate any longer, peeling off her too tight shirt to allow her plump breasts to fall out and bounce on her chest. She was screaming in her head as she grabbed her breast from beneath and pushed it up towards her mouth. She couldn't quite reach it to her lips, instead running her tongue over its stiff nipple. Tears rolled from her eyes. Why was she doing this for him?

"Have you ever stuck anything in your ass?" he asked her, causing her face to grow even redder. "I bet it's real tight."

Her eyes darted over to Ian, who was still laying on the bed. She hoped he couldn't hear any of this in his sleep-like state. She looked to Nina, who was smiling and idly rubbing her bulging belly. She seemed to be enjoying what was going on.

"I asked you a question, 'good girl'," Vincent said sternly. "Have you ever put anything in your ass?"

"Yes," she said, unable to stop herself. "When I was, like, fifteen I stuck a finger up my ass in the shower to see what it was like." Tears were rolling down her cheeks now.

"And?"

"And I felt dirty and ashamed."

"Now, is that something a good girl would do?" he asked her, his face hovering over hers.

Jill didn't respond, she only continued to weep. She stared into his blue eyes. She hated him so much, but at the same time she felt herself drawn to him. Why? As she stared into his gaze, she found that the feelings were growing too strong. She couldn't fight it anymore. Without a word she lunged forward and kissed him quickly before recoiling back. She then immediately dove in again, this time locking lips and grabbing the back of his head with her hands. Still sitting on the bed, she slipped her tongue over his, licking up his taste. It lasted for only a few seconds before she again pulled her head back, breaking from him. She resumed her loud crying, overcome with the emotions of feeling so utterly helpless against her new urges. It made her even more upset when she realized that a strange part of her wanted it.

"It appears as though you're finally getting comfortable here," Vincent said, motioning towards her crotch.

Jill looked down to find that her legs were spread slightly apart, leaving her vagina in plain view. She instinctively slapped her knees closed and shot an embarrassed look to Vincent. When he simply smiled at her, Jill found herself slowly parting her legs again, putting herself back on display despite herself.

Nina jumped in then, apparently not liking what was happening. She threw herself all over Vincent. She lifted her fat breast and sucked on her nipple.

"Look Vincent," she said in between licks at her nipple. "I can suck my tits for you. She can't do it, but I can!"

The distraction of the spectacle was enough to bring Jill out of her haze and she slammed her thighs closed once more. Vincent looked displeased at that. He pulled out his cell phone and directed someone to come into the room immediately. Nina was still dry humping Vincent as he put his phone away, and he reacted by smacking her hard in the head, launching her to the floor with a loud thud.

"Not so rough, lover," she said with a flirty smile, picking herself up off the floor.

A hairy man with a mustache arrived then, and Vincent directed him towards Nina. "Toss her in with the others, Virgil," he said.

Virgil grabbed Nina by the shoulders and pulled her towards the door as she struggled and called to Vincent, clearly wanting to stay with him. Virgil then aggressively thrust a hand into her crotch and began to finger her. She immediately grew more docile, moaning loudly and grinding her crotch into his hand as he led her outside.

"Where is he taking her?" Jill asked.

"No matter. Besides, I'm far more curious about you," he said cryptically before following Nina and Virgil out of the room.

Once again, the haze she found herself in faded upon his exit. Now clear-headed, she picked up her far-too-tight shirt and pulled it back on, sick with awe at how ill-fitting it was. She was still crying softly as she got in bed and slipped beneath the covers with her back to the hairy, erect beast that her friend had become. She laid that way for hours, exploring her fattened body beneath the covers until she finally, mercifully fell asleep.