Chapter 1

It's late at night when the doorbell of my apartment rings. I groggily get out of bed and walk to the door. The mirror in my bedroom shows a beautiful small girl, around 5'5" and a 100 pound. I put on the light and walk towards my halway and to the front door.
Who in their right mind would go out and bother people right now. And an a Monday of all days...
I open the door and see no one standing there. Weird, why ring the bell and just leave? I look around and see a single milkshake standing on the floor right infront of me. What tha... I didn't order a milkshake. I pick it up and go back inside. I take it back with me to my bedroom and go back to bed.
I put the milkshake on my nightstand and try to go back to sleep.

I put the lights back on after about an hour of tossing and turning. I look towards the milkshake, untouched on my nightstand. You know what, one sip wouldn't hurt right? I turn the lights back on with the string beside my bed and sit up. One sip and I can go back to sleep, it's just a milkshake.
I take the milkshake in my hands and just stare at it. Observing the creamy goodness in the plastic cup. It's the perfect consistency, not to frozen, jet not to runny.
I sigh and take a sip. A cool, creamy explosion of chocolate graces my taste buts. I can't help but take another sip, and another, and another until there is nothing left. This was by far the best shake of my life.

I get up and walk towards my kitchen to throw away the plastic cup. That's when I slowly start to doubt myself. Why would I drink a milkshake that a random strange left on my doorstep. They could have done God knows what to it. What did I do? I sit down at my bar and take out my sketchbook and start to draw my worries away. What's done is done, I can't do anything about it anymore. I keep on drawing and slowly feel a pressure building in my stomach. Weird, I'm not lactose intolerant, so a milkshake should not cause any problems. I look down at my belly, but see nothing, so I think nothing of it. I continue to draw and a beautiful picture of a fat woman emerges on the paper infront of me.
The pressure in my belly keeps growing and it feels like my PJ'S are getting tighter. I must be tired. I finish the picture of the woman and put my sketchbook away. Time to go back to bed.
I get up and walk toward my bed. Weird, it feels like I'm getting fatter with every step I take. I must be dreaming, but why does my PJ feel so tight? I walk towards my bedroom and look in the mirror. I don't regonise the woman looking back at me. I see a completely different woman in the mirror. The PJ'S that the woman is wearing are way to tight and about to tear of her body. And it looks like she is still growing, it feels like it too. The pressure intensifies and my PJ'S slowly start to rip. My belly sticks out infront of me. I can't believe this is happening. Why me, why did I drink that shake. I know the answer, because I can't resist a good chocolate milkshake. My PJ shorts rip of my body. My thighgap is completely gone. My PJ shirt's only function is to hold my breasts in place. My belly sacks down because of gravity. It covers half of my thighs.

The growth finally stops and I can't believe my eyes. I'm so, so round. I take my belly in my hands and play a little with it, thus can't be real. It isn't real, it can't be. I take out the scale and step onto it. I close my eyes, afraid of the number. When I open them, a red 300 lbs tells me that I gained 200 lbs in the matter of 30 minutes.
I take my belly in my hands again and play with it. I go back to bed, not believing what just happened. Walking those last steps towards my bed are more difficult then I thought. I get under the covers and pul my lights out. I hope this is just a dream, I hope this is just a dream...