Chapter 1
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Layla rolled her eyes at her mother’s nagging, “Yes mom, I’ll do my best.”
“No trying, just do it. It’s not too late to start coming to the gym with me you know, drop a few of those unwanted pounds?”
“I know mom, it’s not really my scene, okay?” replied the chubby blonde.
“That’s the problem. If you spent as much time at the gym as you do at burger joints then you’d have never gotten into this mess, you might even have a boyfriend.”
“Okay mom, time to go.” she replied as got to her feet and ushered her mom out of her flat.
“I only say these things because I care you know.” remarked Layla’s mother as she was leaving.
“Yes, I love you too. See you next weekend.” said Layla as she closed her front door. She sighed as she shook her head in disbelief. She’d long wondered if all of this was really worth it as she made her way into her bedroom and removed her long blonde wig.
Layla and her mother had never really gotten along. She was the middle child of an only child and their personalities couldn’t have been more different. Layla’s mother was very image conscious, she always wanted everything perfect and pretty early into her teens Layla realised that she just wasn’t the same. Her mother’s overbearing attitude made her want to rebel against everything that she deemed “normal”. She wanted a trio of cheerleaders for daughters and Layla opted to follow her passion for art and music. She wanted all of her girls to show off their long blonde hair and Layla opted to hide hers under shocking blue dye, blue hair that needed a good brush after being pinned under her wig cap all day. She was aghast when Layla came home with various tattoos and piercings adorning her body as she preferred her girls to have a natural appearance. Layla was all too happy to ditch the long-sleeved blouse and trousers that she had been cajoled into wearing for the shopping trip she had just been on with her mother, showing off the tattoos that had been hidden beneath as she replaced the various studs and rings that she usually wore in her face.
Layla loved the alternative appearance that she wore normally and wished she could wear it around her family but she had played this game for too long to give it up now. In truth, a lot of the things that Layla did were done to push her mother’s buttons. Had she really needed that septum ring? No, but it had pissed her mom off and she thought it looked cool. Her mom had threatened to throw her out of the house if she got any more piercings so she went out and did exactly that. It had all been bluster of course and it wasn’t until Layla moved out of her own accord that she thought that the constant nagging about her appearance would stop but she thought wrong.
Her mother would still get on her case about the way she looked and Layla searched for a way that she could get her mother to leave her alone and that’s how she got in this situation. She looked at her reflection in her bedroom mirror and gently jiggled her rounded belly. It had been a few years ago, after her mom and her other sisters had completed a half marathon that Layla had gotten the idea. Her mother prided herself on her physical fitness and that of her daughters, surely, she’d disown her if she got fat. But she didn’t really want to get fat. There had to be another way.
Layla unclasped her bra and laughed as she jiggled her large breasts. They sat a little lower on her chest but not for long. As she shimmied out of her panties and kicked them off, her body began to shrink. She had found the magical undergarments from a strange online store based somewhere in eastern Europe; it had appeared in her search results when she had looked for ways to appear fatter without actually gaining weight. At first, she couldn’t believe what she was reading, the manufacturers claimed that the wearer of these magical undies would grow (or shrink) to fit the garments. She decided to give them a shot seeing as they were cheap enough and that she could just use them for the fat suit she was planning if they didn’t work.
They took about a week to arrive and she was flabbergasted when she tried them on. She watched her usually slim form chub up right in front of her eyes and quickly hatched a plan that she was sure to get her mother off her back for good!
The underwear had a series hook and eye fasteners that you would normally find on a bra strap situated throughout both the bra and panties. Adjusting these would allow the wearer to alter the size of the garments and in turn, the size that they grew to when they donned them. Using these adjustments, the wearer could make it appear that they were gradually gaining (or losing) weight until they were at the desired weight that they wanted to display. This is exactly what Layla did but as part of her plan, she started dressing the way her mother would approve of, removing her piercings and covering her tattoos, she even purchased the blonde wig to convince her mother that she had “come around to her way of thinking.” It was only when her mother thought that she finally had three adult daughters that she could be proud of that Layla started to wear her new underwear.
At first it was just a few pounds but gradually, she would add more and more inches to her figure, embellishing her story with tales of having trouble staying on her diet and not really wanting to work out. By the time Layla appeared to look around 275lbs she was certain that her mother’s increasing disbelief at her ballooning daughter would have caused her to distance herself from her problem child but she wasn’t that lucky. She was still constantly nagging her about her weight and trying to get her to join their local gym and Layla had had enough.
“After next weekend, I’ll start slimming down. It’s not worth playing this charade any longer.” she remarked as she looked at her slim figure in the mirror, “Or maybe I’ll give her a fat goth daughter, maybe that way I’ll finally have her off my back.”
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