Chapter 1

It was damn hot on the tram. Of course, I'd once again thrown on a wide baggy sweater instead of an airy shirt I wouldn't sweat through immediately. The baggy jeans weren't exactly pleasant in this heat either. I felt my bra cutting into my shoulders and into the little love handles on my back. I wasn't far from home now and would finally be able to get out of these clothes.

A few minutes later I was standing at my doorstep at last. I unlocked the door and went inside. On the floor I noticed a letter someone had apparently pushed under the door. I picked it up and tossed it onto the hallway table for the time being. I walked into my single room, where I lived, cooked and slept. I peeled off that awful warm sweater and undid my belt, whose buckle was already digging into my overhanging belly fat. I pushed the jeans down over my wide hips and thighs and kicked them aside. I caught sight of myself in the big mirror.

My long brown hair hung down to my butt, which, at my height of 4'11", wasn't much of a stretch. For my weight I still had a fairly delicate and actually quite pretty face. I looked down at myself, but apart from my two huge breasts there wasn't much I could see. I was so short, yet I still wore a cup size H; it was almost impossible for me to find a bra that fit. When I finished school four years ago I weighed 130 pounds. Now it was 260, and it had all gone to my tits, my belly, my hips and my thighs. From the front I have a small waist, but the moment I turn to the side you can see my big fat belly hanging out, gravity already dragging it down. The next problem zone is my hips and my butt. I've got an ass like a brewery horse. If my bust was large, my ass and hips were larger still. On top of that, the crotch of my pants constantly chafed because my fat thighs rubbed together. I sighed and unhooked my bra. Freed from the pressure on my shoulders, my udders sagged down over my belly. I cupped them both in my hands and lifted them. Damn, they were heavy.

I decided to leave them hanging. I dug the bags of chips out of my backpack and slid the two pizzas into the oven. No wonder I kept getting fatter, the amount of food I put away over the course of a day was quite something. In the meantime I decided to have a look at the letter. I picked it up and sat down on the couch in my panties. There was no return address, so I opened it. It had been written on a computer, no handwriting anywhere.

Hello Alice,

You don't know me, but I know you very well. I know where you work, I know where you live, and I know your darkest desires.

In the near future you will receive packages with instructions. I won't hurt you, but if you don't follow the instructions to the letter, I'll step in and help you with your tasks in person.

I'll be in touch.

Your master

I shook my head and set the letter aside. What kind of bullshit was that? I leaned back, ripped open a bag of chips and stuffed a handful into my mouth. There was nothing but garbage on TV while the chips and the two pizzas vanished in no time. To top it off I started on a big tub of banana split, which didn't last long either. It occurred to me that tomorrow was Saturday and I didn't have to work. Stuffed, I absently played with my belly fat, sending it into wavelike ripples. My breasts wobbled along with the motion, and after a while it rocked me to sleep.