The Cure to All of Your Woes

Chapter 1

It’s staring you in the face: the cure to all of your woes. For years, you’ve yearned to know what it’s like to be big. You were a bit chubby growing up but after high school, you got in really good shape. The fruits of your self suppression were ingrained in your every waking moment. Your weight was always under 160, your waist was trim, and your curves were very well defined. The only body fat you ever held onto lied in your butt and your rack, both of which were just right for someone trying to hit conventional standards. But that isn’t what you want, is it? You yearn for a softer form, a body that represents how you feel deep down inside, a fat body. And here you find yourself, staring at an experimental serum that supposedly suppresses adverse health effects caused by obesity permanently while retaining 80% of ingested food as body fat for 24 hours. It’s the stuff of dreams but… do you really want it? Do you know what’ll happen to you when you’re big? Sure, you won’t hurt your physical longevity but… your social life! Right now, you’re a hot athletic chick with a rocking bod but if you do this, you’ll be known as a fat whale who can’t put down a fork. Does that sound like fun?
Yeah, it does, doesn’t it. You drink the whole serum and sit back, allowing it to flow through your body. Your nerves tingle and your stomach begins to growl, demanding you fill it. You immediately go to your pantry and start eating every snack you’ve stored in anticipation for this moment. Chips, crackers, cookies, pastries, and candy all make their way into your mouth as you stuff yourself with sugary treats. As you eat, you feel a sensation in your stomach and your shirt begins to feel a little bit… snug. You pay it no thought, opting to continue your binge. Once the pantry is cleared, you look down to see that your shirt has inched up your belly, which is now protruding out of you and getting held in by the waistband of your jeans. Your stomach growls louder, demanding it be filled further. Frightened, you immediately order twelve extra large pizzas and ten double cheeseburgers on your phone, set to be delivered in half an hour. In the meantime, you scoot your chair over to your fridge, where more treats await you. You start by inhaling a triple chocolate cake. Without silverware, you’re simply shoveling chunks of cake into your mouth like the greedy hog you are, getting chocolate all over your face and hands. Once the cake is buried in your growing gut, you grab a full carton of heavy cream and begin pouring it into your mouth faster than you can swallow, causing some of it to spill onto your shirt and face. As you finish chugging it all down, the doorbell rings. You get up from your seat and wipe cream off of your face, walking over to the door. When you bend over to grab your food off the front steps, your pants rip a little and a lick of flab from your fattened ass peeks out from your jeans. You continue to ignore it, bringing the stack of pizzas and the bag of burgers to your table. You sit down and resume your binge, eating with a burger in one hand and a slice in the other. Your body begins to expand at a faster rate. Your upper arms grow these floppy fat pouches and your forearms get beefier, your shirt begins to rip a little as a result. Your belly grows more and more with every bite, eventually breaking the button off of your jeans and causing the tubby ball of flab to spread onto your widening thighs. Your pants continue to constrict you a bit as your ass and legs get bigger and doughier but the tension gets relieved a bit as the fat tears its way through. After the sixth pizza and the last burger, you switch to eating two slices stacked on top of each other in each hand, accelerating your binge even further. You aren’t blind to the state of your body. You feel the rolls piling onto your lap as your belly expands, you feel your hefty cheeks spilling over the sides of your chair, you feel your legs pressing against each other, and you feel your arms squishing into the side of your body. You know you’re different now. You know you’ve gotten incredibly fat but you’re not concerned with it right now, you’re too busy stuffing yourself. As you finally finish the final pizza, you reach for the fridge to wash it down with another carton of heavy cream but you’re too tired. You let out a big burp and rest your hands on your enormous tummy, giving it gentle rubs.
That’s when it hits you. Your stomach is beyond full, beyond stuffed, it’s packed. Your body feels noticeably different in every movement. Your arms are harder to lift, your legs are pressed into each other despite your feet being so far apart, and you feel motion in ways that you’ve never felt before. You try to get up from your seat but you aren’t used to having all this tonnage holding you down. You try to flail your arms a bit to help balance your heavy body as you move up but you can’t even get up from your little old chair even a little bit. After a moment’s struggle, you lean back into your seat, surrendering to your new obesity. As you decompress your body where you sit, you hear a snap and you suddenly find yourself on the floor with your knees up and your breasts pressing into your face. You groan in pain and roll over onto your side, allowing your fat to spill onto the ground before you. You manage to roll onto your knees, your belly touching the ground as you stand on all fours, and you grab the countertop to help heave yourself up. It’s a task. You feel your belly move around as your legs smack into it and your ass wobbles as you take each step up. Eventually, you stand up. Out of breath, sweaty, and still not used to your fatness, you start to waddle into your bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror. It’s a bit of a struggle to get there. Your whole body jiggles when you walk, creating a strange new sensation. Your belly gently taps your thighs with every step, thighs which now rub together. It’s all quite uncomfortable for someone who’s not mentally trained to ignore it but you kind of enjoy it. Your shoulders feel strange as your arms are spread a bit by your heft. Just to get used to things, you decide to hold your belly up with your pudgy hands and give your legs more room to work. Your hips gently brush against the sides of the doorway as you make your way into the bathroom and when you look in the mirror, you immediately drop your belly, causing a loud smack sound and hold your hands to your round face in shock.
You. are. Massive.
Your belly is wider around than you are tall, sporting some delicious rolls and a ton of soft cellulite. Your hips have rolls and folds on them where they meet your stocky legs. Your ass is now so big that each cheek has its own time zone. Your arms are layered with fat, causing each finger to have their own little roll. Your once sensual jawline is now buried under cheeks that surpassed being called chubby and a double chin that was so full of dough that it kissed your chest. Your breasts grew substantially to the point where they each hang a bit in a different direction, supported by a heap of abdominal lard. Who would’ve thought that in one sitting, you’d get so utterly massive? You run your hands over your body, feeling every inch of your glorious fatness. You’re surprised but you feel euphoric. As you grab your rolls, you begin to wonder how heavy you are so you pull out your scale and take a slow, heavy step on, breaking it underneath you. Oh well, you can just get another one meant for someone of your new size anyway. You waddle back to your fridge, grabbing the last carton of heavy cream and chugging it down as you make your way to your bed. When you lay down, your body sticks out a bit on both sides of the mattress and your covers hardly do much of what they’re meant for. You gently caress your huge belly and fade to sleep, satisfied with your new size.