New Story "Take It All In" by Clovis

[clovis]

Chapter 9.5

Dammit!

Etna cursed herself for lollygagging again. While Dawn continued to down more appetizers than a caterers’ convention she’d just sat there gawking like some slack-jawed yokel. With the finish line finally in view, Dawn was steadily gaining on Etna who had stalled out.

And yet, once again, Etna was stunned to discover she hadn’t quite come to a complete stop. Looking back to the smoked shoulder, Etna found it not only in hand, but a mere bite away from oblivion.

Etna stared at the diminished meat in confusion as she braced for the discomforting wave sure to be brought about by yet another subconscious meal. “Errrgh!” Etna creaked and bulged with a pressure so great it pushed tears from her eyes. She gritted her teeth so tight she feared shattering a tooth, but took comfort in how being so clenched barred any more food from getting in.

Etna feared her deepest desires were somehow overriding what remained of her rational mind. Or worse still, could these involuntary feedings have been Dawn’s doing? With the mystifying oddities she’d watched the girl accomplish, Etna found it within reason to believe she’d been put under some sort of thrall.

Cautiously, Etna turned back to Dawn and was instantly mesmerized. She’d been just in time to witness a wilting Lydia toss out a horrendously weak pitch that by all rights should have been a ground ball. Etna held her breath as she watched Dawn, inexhaustible as ever, spin herself downward like a floundering top. Swooping her head so low that an ear brushed the floor, Dawn’s mouth met it just in time.

Wait! Etna snapped herself back to attention. As expected, the food in her hand was no more- the last of it was sliding down her gullet while any lingering juices were being sucked off her fat fingers.

With one eye closed tight, Etna fretfully peered back at Dawn one last time to confirm her dreadful suspicion. Allowing herself only the briefest of glances, it was still enough to catch that body- which was more and more resembling an over-stuffed pin-cushion- perform another dexterous feat. This also proved time enough for Etna to discover herself now hoisting a hefty challah up to her waiting maw.

It was then it finally clicked.

The cause of these lapses was nothing mysterious nor nefarious. It was the simplest of tricks Etna was succumbing to- one conjured up ages ago to placate our indulgent forebears. She’d only made herself more susceptible by forgetting why bread and circuses went so well together.

Eating wasn’t just something that should have come second nature to Etna. From obese and beyond, the act of consuming served as her primary function- as basic and effortless as breathing was for others. But as the night wore on and the going got tough, Etna’s ravenous zest devolved into a grueling, methodical slog. Any plans of quashing Dawn were waylaid by basic needs of survival. With each bite proving a test of capacity, Etna found herself obsessing over every calorie and its effect in a way reminiscent of her former fit and trim days.

Treating her one true joy as laborious was her first mistake. Proper binging was best done while distracted- such was the wisdom of Caesars and couch potatoes alike. It was better to be entertained than fight through life’s pains, and Etna came to realize she aught not ignore her foe.

All this time, Etna had seen Dawn as an irksome nuisance when any fatty worth their salt would have recognized the girl as her greatest ally. Dawn’s antics were like a comforting salve that allayed her of any practical concerns- allowing her mind to wander and her body to become ever more present.

That was still her intent after all, wasn’t it?

Etna closed her eyes and took a deep, thoughtful breath as she asked herself that question. Though that labored and heavy breath itself seemed it could be her last as it set her massive superstructure to strain and croak, she knew there’d be no stopping now. No, Etna’s plans hadn’t changed one iota. She still wanted to eat- and by eat, she didn’t mean fine dining or even a bit of a nosh. Endlessly stuffing her face, pounding on the pounds, and fattening herself up with even more reckless abandon until the likes of Dawn would be but a speck against her greatness remained her one and only goal.

Etna looked to the glorious loaf of gluten and carbs in her right hand unsure how to proceed.
The idea of putting another thing in her mouth seemed insane. She’d proudly tipped the scales that night, but couldn’t deny that doing so had placed her on the wrong side of the durability precipice. Etna was a thousand pounds past pushing the limit, yet here she was. And now, with Dawn’s unwitting assistance, she knew she could get even more in.

Before that could happen, there were dire matters of structural integrity needing to be addressed. Etna’s left hand already had the right idea, and she found it rooting around a bowl feeling for the stash of pills.

An empty bowl.

“NO!”

Etna went into a panic. With all that had happened in the last hour it certainly seemed plausible that she’d unknowingly drained the entirety of her special medications. What’s more, the mounting duress she was under made clear that whatever dosage taken had clearly run its course.

No, no, no… Any plans of further fattening hinged upon those custom and costly pharmaceuticals. Etna scanned her lumpy landscape praying she was wrong until…

Thank goodness.

Trailing down her fat sticky body like ants abandoning a picnic, Etna saw them. The mini-quake from Dawn’s light as a feather trick had upended the bowl and sent her reserves back down to the floor below. They were beyond her reach, but Etna had wisely enlisted help for just such a reason.

“GIR- Ooomph!”

Before Etna could get her order out, Holly delivered some scalloped potatoes and a tuna casserole to one of her thighs.

Etna winced from the weight these heavy dishes put on her exacerbated form. Reflexively, she lifted a hand up as if to strike, but it was stayed by the sight before her.

“Lordy lord…” Etna uttered in a reverent whisper while clutching for pearls that didn’t exist as she beheld the apotheosis of statuesque voluptuousness standing in her midst.

Etna looked Holly up and down, down and up, left to right, and then back again. She was agog, but also aghast. Her devious machinations had completely backfired. Etna wished to ground the Venus incarnate with some extra pounds and a bit of pudge. Giving the girl an appetite was meant to knock her down a couple of notches, but instead, Etna had sent the perfect ten soaring up into the double-digits with another blast of va-va-voom.

Holly had gained but in no way similar to Etna when she’d let herself go. Somehow every pound added to Holly was a flattering one. Her body selectively apportioned the added poundage in a way that every excess the lovely lass already sported only became more excessive. Even the bit of weight that had spread all over seemed to have just given her a rejuvenating touch of baby fat. Not the least bit chubby or flabby, the Venus seemed simply more vibrant. She was the total package, somehow now more complete. Even those big doe eyes of Holly’s were looking all the more so.

Holly’s figure had gone from generous to outright magnanimous. Etna once prided herself by how well she’d filled out that outfit, but she’d have looked practically prepubescent compared to Holly now. And while the girl would never say such a thing, Etna heard loud and clear what that burgeoning body all but bellowed as it continued to stretch and distort her old colors, “YOU WEREN’T SHIT!!!”

To make matters worse, topping off this bountiful cornucopia of crave-able flesh, Etna noticed another addition. Up till now, she’d thought the girl capable of only two expressions- either the warmest of smiles, or a fretting pout. Now Etna caught a glint of something else. Pride. There wasn’t the slightest hint the girl still felt embarrassed by her embarrassment of riches.

The phrase “more perfect,” though oxymoronic, was the only apt descriptor Etna’s flabbergasted mind could come up with as she tried to comprehend this figure she’d now had a hand in sculpting.

“I’m sorry,” Holly spoke to break up what had amounted to two full minutes of silent staring, “is it… too far away?” She hoisted the casserole back up, and before Etna could stop her, plopped it right down on her table-sized gut.

“No, I… Hrrmmgph!” Etna reddened from the pain, she truly felt fit to burst. More upsetting in that moment however was that her discomfort be so evident. Two expressions Etna wished to never project were pain and envy and she’d just worn both quite overtly. But Etna knew those could be easily twisted to something from her more familiar repertoire. Anger.

“DAMMIT GIRL!” Etna barked as she picked up the modest casserole with one single massive hand. “I told you to leave the small plates for the little one. Don’t waste my time.”

“Sorry, sorry, so sorry.”

Holly may have picked up some self respect, but Etna was pleased to see she still wilted under a good tongue-lashing. What had her confused however, was the casserole no longer looking so small once Holly grabbed it up and scurried off to find something more substantial. It didn’t make sense that in Holly’s hands it was very clearly a family-sized serving. Etna examined the many items strewn about her bulk to account for this discrepancy and found all plates, platters and whatnot seemed similarly smaller in appearance. Against her comparative immense-ness they may well have been flatware for halflings.

When Holly returned with a towering pyramid composed of a dozen or more fat, dripping, Philly cheesesteaks, Etna gave the girl a more scrutinous second look and came to an equally odd conclusion. Examined alongside the table, carts, and other objects in the dining room, Etna discovered there was yet another way the girl had grown. Even accounting for the lack of slouch, Holly was taller by an inch or more which putt her comfortably over six feet tall. But to Etna, if anything, her assistant seemed shorter.

How could Holly simultaneously appear both bigger and smaller at the same time? The answer sent a chill through Etna’s deep buried spine. It was all a matter of perspective, and her’s had altered significantly.

“Is this… alright?” Holly asked as once again she was left in a long pause and an uncomfortable amount of gawking.

It was more than alright. Etna was aquiver as her mind tried to process. Dawn really had put her into some sort of feasting fugue state for she’d scaled up considerably without even noticing. Everything looking so much smaller meant Etna had grown all the bigger. Surpassing a ton was a notch further back on her belt than she’d realized. On top of all that, I’m sitting, Etna reminded herself as she looked at the towering blonde beauty standing in the distance, not in the eye, but at a slight downward angle. Holly’s distance was itself impressive, for in reality, the girl was standing attentively at her side. Only Etna’s sides had spread further and wider as well with her rump and hips further encroaching on the borders of her end of the room.

“M’am…” Holly’s big bosom did her no favors as it forced her to hold the heavy platter further away from her body. Holly’s strain was emphasized by the sound of freshly popped stitches, though, to her credit, Holly did what she could to lighten the load by taking some nibbles off each end of every oozing sandwich.

“Oh, ah… my pills,” Etna murmured still half in a daze.

Holly took that as an order and immediately got to work though not before relieving herself of the platter by burdening one of Etna’s throbbing thighs.

Though more physically encumbered, Holly was no less quick and efficient as she collected the pills off the floor for the second time. Many were to be found in the veritable garbage heap built up all around the mound that was Etna. This gave Holly pause, but seeing the state of her host she correctly assumed Etna’s take on the three second rule to be far more lenient and proceeded to free them from the filth.

As Holly pitter-pattered about collecting the pills, Etna was presented again with the girl’s glorious heart-shaped bottom, now practically bursting as it expressed an even greater love that the short skirt was helpless to hide. Her fully revealed red bike shorts were stretched to the point of pink transparency as they spread wide across the most perfectly plumped posterior Etna had ever seen.

Taunted by that tantalizing tush, Etna quickly crossed herself out of habit to prevent any invasive or impure thoughts. Etna was certain she wasn’t any kind of deviant like Amber, but still fanned her blushing cheeks as she tried to ignore the delicate tickle of Holly’s nimble fingers swiftly plucking each and every pill from her elephantine legs.

When Holly again took to her feet with bowl in hand, Etna saw it wasn’t even a third of the way full. Part of her wanted to make an accusation of theft, but the girl was honest to a fault. Etna knew the bowl Holly placed back upon her flaring hip was no less empty than when it had been tipped.

As Holly piled her up with more food however, Etna did catch a noticeable hunger in those bluest of eyes, along with the slightest bit of reluctance with handing over each dish.

Etna did her best not to wince as Holly got her stocked up, but the weight was well beyond intolerable. Etna grabbed up a handful of pills, but when she brought them to her lips her stomach let out a loud and troubling growl of protest that rattled the spread atop the reddened sea of endless veins and fresh stretch marks that was her poor over-taxed stomach.

Etna needed immediate relief, but even though the solution was in her literal grasp, she just couldn’t will them into her mouth. Thankfully, she now had a second assistant. Medicine in hand, Etna turned to Dawn for help with getting it down.

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[clovis]

Chapter 9.6

Emerging from her brief interlude, Etna saw Dawn’s preposterous bit of performance art had been granted no such intermission. If anything, the captivating cavalcade of unbridled ingestion was going on at an even more frenetic pace.

Etna felt privileged to have a front row seat to what was surely the greatest show on earth- an endless third act composed solely of showstoppers and ever crescendoing encores. Dawn’s girth defying feats had only encouraged Lydia and Amber further until any attempt at accuracy was forsaken for pure volume. The rotund-and-then-some girl was gobbling up bits so fast that she only needed a big red bow to complete the illusion that she was Ms. Pac-Man rushing pell-mell through some insane new bonus round.

Dawn’s frenzied exuberance was downright dizzying. The little miss’s every effort-less exertion was now enough that the room was in a perpetual tremble. With an inexhaustible appetite and a body to match, the girl was unstoppable.

Or was she?

“Wait a tic…” the great lounging behemoth noticed something that got her to sit up straight. Poor Holly had to launch her speedy hands into double-time as she struggled to keep everything safely stowed upon Etna’s many shifting shelves.

Etna prayed what she saw wasn’t just wishful thinking, but it was more than an inkling that impelled her to study the blurry blob of her student’s body with renewed scrutiny. “Oh… oh, yes.” Etna’s suspicions were quickly confirmed. There was no doubt about it, the girl’s technique- while beyond impressive- had a fatal flaw.

With all the things currently filling Etna one thing had been in short supply as of late. But this new realization had Etna filling once more with confidence. Anticipating Dawn and the others coming to the same inevitable conclusion had Etna absolutely salivating. For her, that tantalizing thought had become the most delectable thing in the room.

Until that glorious revelatory moment, Etna had plenty of other amusements to bide her time with. Looking to her lesser prey, Etna couldn’t help but notice that Amber’s horrendously bad aim was perhaps even worse than it ought to have been. Physically, Amber was giving Dawn her all, but those wandering eyes of hers were fully devoted to catching any and all glimpses of Holly.

"That girl might be the hungriest one in the room,” Etna mused. Holly paused ever so briefly from her labors, but seemed unwilling to look in the intended direction. Whether her assistant was ignoring, immune, or simply unaware of those longing gazes from afar was frustratingly unclear.

“She seems to be holding up,” Etna said assuming the opposite.

“Oh, well, we’re having a spat,” Holly replied while avoiding eye-contact and rearranging plates. “You were right about… us. Thank you for that.”

"I see,” Etna said in what she hoped was a consoling tone before switching back to that of malicious mentor. “You had her loyalty. You earned her tears. But my dear, you haven’t tasted true power until you’ve got them begging at your feet. Imagine her groveling. Imagine her pathetic, prostrated, and fully prepared to flagellate herself just to get back into your good graces.” Etna’s cold words weren’t just advice, clearly some dark memories were being relished through them. “That piddling wretch isn’t your friend anymore- she is your toy, and toys are meant to be played with.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I… you know…” Holly had a look about her like she’d just eaten something sour. “Any-who, whenever I’ve been upset, I find it best to just throw myself into my work.” With that, Holly threw a pair of massive pu-pu platters down onto Etna.

Too slow to prevent it, Etna braced for the worst as those twin samplers topped with sputtering sterno landed. To her very pleasant surprise however, the pain wasn’t quite what she’d feared.
The handful of pills were gone and already delivering the desired effect. In fact, the challah and more had already been sent to a better place- and a roomier one at that. The pressure had alleviated, if only slightly. Though there wasn’t a pair of pants on the planet that could fit her now, the feeling Etna was experiencing was akin to that of a button undone and zipper let down. It wasn’t much relief, but it was enough.

“I think I’m good, for now.” Etna waved Holly off before being completely overrun with food. As the girl turned away, Etna caught her eying the bowl of pills. In that quick glance, Etna saw yearning, but also recognized the crunching of numbers. A quick count and calculation, though to what end Etna wasn’t sure. Feeling even less generous, she pulled the bowl closer.

Watching that dream of extreme voluptuousness saunter off in search of treats of her own, Etna could only shake her head in disbelief. Her gaze aligned with Amber’s as each was entranced by hair, skirt, and bosom all bobbing in beautiful unison. What a body, Etna thought with another pang of envy.

Instinctively, Etna’s hand went up again to cross herself only this time she stopped it. What did she have to be jealous of, she wondered. What more could she desire? The only thing Etna craved was more Etna. The girl’s form was pleasing, but only by her old standards. Those magnificent breasts would be quite a handful for anyone else, but would sit small in her meaty mitts. That glorious bottom steadily shortening her already short skirt was but a fraction of what Etna possessed.

Etna had left the scales of human proportions behind and entered the realm of the world’s great beasts. It was not an honor she was willing to share. Dawn was her only real competition, and thus, the only one worth even a scrap of her attention.

Dawn may have lost some ground with her many distractions and extended playtimes, but this ongoing feeding blitzkrieg was making up for lost time. The girl was distending out further, blowing her body beyond the proverbial party balloon she’d already become. Though obscene in the extreme, there was still something oddly wholesome to Dawn’s appearance due in no small part to how bouncy and fun she remained as she grew.

Etna wasn’t here for fun. She knew fun never lasted. Etna imagined she looked like a failed attempt at a layer cake with each tier spilling over onto the next even larger one. It wasn’t a festive visage, but it was a form with an air of permanence about it. It was a body Etna felt currently at war with, but as she surveyed her profane enormity only one word came to mind… magnificent.

Feeling secure in her position as the fattest of the fat ladies, Etna still acknowledged Dawn as a different kind of freak altogether- the amazing elastic girl. No matter how many pills at her disposal, Etna knew she wasn’t made of rubber. Swirling within her mass of heavily packed fat coursed enough experimental doses to kill any man, and Etna strived to add more. She still wanted to be bigger- not later, but now. Science was on her side, but to fatten up further she needed to be smart, to ration, and pace herself.

Slow and steady wins the race.

While Dawn still had the agility of a rabbit and was capable of astoundingly swift gains, Etna knew there was a reckoning coming no matter how fantastically elastic she proved to be. It was also just as likely that the little flibbertigibbet would get distracted again and waste more time dilly dallying with her friends. Either way, Dawn simply had too much ground to gain and while an ungodly amount was literally flying into Dawn’s mouth, there just wasn’t food enough to get her to the finish line. Unless she had some other trick up her sleeve, Etna was done worrying about the silly little rabbit.

However Dawn met her unfortunate fate, Etna’s pride demanded as much distance between their sizes as possible when the time came. Though her body still ached for respite, Etna took a pair of pills then picked up several sizzling teriyaki skewers with one hand and a big greasy cheesesteak with the other and brought them to her mouth. She knew there would be pain, but Etna believed it a manageable pain. After all, she’d felt this way before. And she hadn’t burst. No, she’d gotten bigger. Much bigger. Unlike Dawn, Etna’s distractions proved entirely productive, and so she turned back to watch the latest antics of her rascally opponent.

Slow and steady wins the race. Soon, but not too soon came more pills and another dual serving.

It wasn’t too much, only very nearly too much- and there was an odd pleasure in the sensation of being on the very cusp. She was full, but she’d somehow kept finding more room. Etna felt like a cauldron on the verge of bubbling over. A dam perpetually about to burst. It was so terribly wonderful. A state of fretful ecstasy- of perpetual climax. She was riding a wave that never quite crested.

Slow and steady. While Dawn was catching up, she was doomed to forever remain a spot off in the distance.

In truth, Dawn had gifted Etna another form of assist. Etna thought she’d been dreaming big, and while she knew she had her limits, Dawn had opened her mind to greater possibilities- not beyond measure, but far beyond what she’d dreamt before.

No one was going to mistake Etna for a swift little rabbit, and that was fine. The rabbit loses. Etna saw herself as the tortoise, and a big tortoise at that. Greater than the great Lepane legend. A tortoise so immense it need not move to win as it held the whole of the race, nay the whole of the world supported on its great back.

Etna had the advantage. She could taste victory. There was no way she could lose.

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[clovis]

Quick question for my own amusement:
Does anyone have a specific person in mind when you are visualizing any of my characters? Who are they and what about them made them a good fit?
Thanks,
More to come.

[clovis]

Chapter 9.7

It was an idea once so utterly inconceivable that Dawn dared not even think it. Something so impossible that it defied her understanding. Even with all that had transpired that night, even with the arcane assistance she’d received from the dark arts, such a notion still remained beyond the reaches of even Dawn’s wildest imagination. But there it was- that which had been preposterous for as far back as she could remember, had at last become undeniable fact.

Dawn Astrea Morrigan, had finally found a love of sports.

What’s more, the gamboling girl considered herself a bona fide athlete now.

Years ago, the first in a long line of well-meaning gym teachers thought all the spindly class runt needed was some exercise and sun. It was a theory quickly called into question after a simple game of stickball had Dawn run down to the school nurse, and her first dodgeball match knocked the poor child straight into the ER. Finally, after some outdoor play on a fine sunny day resulted in an outbreak of solar urticaria so severe that it made the medical journals, it was concluded that much like her fine-china complexion, the girl needed to be treated as equally delicate. Henceforth, Dawn was granted a permanent pass out of the gym and into the library. It was a decision every subsequent coach followed in kind.

Dawn had actually managed to letter in high school, though the one adorning her adorable XS school jacket was earned in numbers. While no less a feat, Dawn knew her accomplishments in Mathletics were never held in equal esteem. Regardless, there was no need for clever puns to justify her accolades now. The whole of the dining room was rattling with affirmations of Dawn’s new athletic prowess.

At long last, Dawn’s great mind had been paired with a body that could handle its incredible processing power. And from that union was born the strangest of sports. Dawn took what should have been the least agile of all physiques and nimbly launched it in a maddeningly frantic dash- perpetually twirling, dipping, dashing, bounding and rebounding all to catch (but not release) randomized targets.

In this game, Dawn was a natural. She didn’t miss, didn’t tire, didn’t even break a sweat. In the span of an hour, the former farm-team reject came to see herself as a big-league pro, an all-star- nay… an Olympian.

Forget some silly letter made of felt, Dawn knew her increasing size and phenomenal feats were no doubt medal worthy. Possibly silver, certainly bronze- though Dawn guessed it mattered little since Etna’s gold-sized rear would surely engulf all three tiers of a winners podium. That hilarious image nearly got a guffaw out of Dawn, but GULP! GULP! GULP! her mouth remained wholly preoccupied.

While fiercely competitive, it wasn't really about winning for Dawn. Having been looked down on all her life, Dawn felt the need to constantly prove herself. In her many academic victories, she was ever magnanimous and conciliatory. It pained Dawn that to win meant there must also be a loser. Those defeated by her always discovered a sweet and thoughtful gift waiting for them the next day. But was she really big enough of a person to extend such good sportsmanship to Etna when the time came? Having progressed from weakling waif to world-class wonder in a single night, Dawn knew it wouldn’t be much longer until she got her answer, and could at least be certain of being “big enough,” in every other sense.

Dawn was aware that glorious moment could be brought about even faster- that she could eat more rapidly on her own- but she loved the camaraderie and fun this new method provided. It wasn’t just magic and gumption that was getting her big, her former naysayers were now giving their all to help her grow and to win. Though she looked more like a bizarro mascot than athlete, Dawn felt she’d finally found joy in being part of a team. Here, there was none of the ritualized hazing, public embarrassment, or simple pain and suffering she’d come to associate with the idea. Even amongst her fellow nerds, Dawn was mocked and made an outcast. But no more. If Dawn could spare a moment to speak, she’d reciprocate by shouting back a thousand thank you’s and proudly proclaim there was no team, like the best team, which was her team, right here!

GULP! GULP! GULP!

Even with three pitchers serving Dawn’s needs it still wasn’t enough. What’s more, she longed for a few belly-itchers as well. While not a literal itch, Dawn had a need that could only be solved by some hands on that swelling body of hers.

Few had ever gotten handsy with Dawn in the past, and she’d offered precious little room to roam to those who tried. Now there was so much surface area to traverse and explore- all soft, inviting, and oh-so sensitive. A tactile feast for a frisky pair, but Dawn realized she could accommodate more- many, many more hands now and she dreamed of them all over her glorious new immensity. But unfortunately for Dawn, every available hand had been put to the more noble task of making her even larger.

It was then Dawn remembered one pair of hands that weren’t doing much of anything- her own. Distant and forgotten out off to either side, Dawn’s fidgeting fingers made contact with something. Not some thing actually, but some one- and that someone was herself. Dawn’s arms were completely gone- she went right from wrist to belly. Dawn had finally expanded out enough that her body filled her entire span. There were so many wonderful implications behind this fact, but first and foremost was Dawn’s calculation of an additional two feet of growth! But in what way exactly?

She was already full. She was already round.

What’s beyond full? What comes after round?

Dawn was certain of the answer. Surely she had achieved a bigger kind of round- a magnificent magnification. After having maxed-out her tiny little frame, the only direction left to grow was up. Sure she’d already gotten big, but wasn’t being short still another type of small? Dawn had become a sort of diminutive behemoth. There had never been someone so vertically challenged yet horizontally blessed. But no more, her palms smacking gleefully away at her burgeoning sides made resoundingly clear how things had changed for the bigger.

I must be huge, Dawn thought as she dashed her thunderous bulk about in pursuit of more treats and more bulk. How many hands would it take to caress it all? Then again, even Etna’s fat paws wouldn’t feel like much rubbing against all that she was now. So why stop at hands? With a shiver and a twinge of arousal, Dawn thought, why not whole bodies? Yes, Dawn wanted whole bodies rubbing against her welcoming expanse. After all, how could she properly gauge the success of her grand experiment without a control group to compare?

Huge… huge… HOW HUGE? How tall? Just how MUCH of her was there? She sure felt like a lot, but Dawn had been feeling positively enormous since putting on her first inch. Was she already as tall as Lydia? As Amber? As HOLLY? Dawn so desperately wanted to know.

With endless volleys still incoming, Dawn sadly found zero time to stop and assess this exciting new phase. She couldn’t spare so much as a glance for her eyes needed to be just as attentive as her mouth. Dawn knew patience would make the reveal all the more sweet, and so she was content to just eat and eat, and grow and grow.

In the interim, the floor told Dawn much that she wanted to know. When she’d bottomed out, Dawn felt like she had planted her flag. As she spread further and further out over its surface she wasn’t just taking up more space, Dawn was claiming it as her own. Pushing ever outward she abandoned her natural boundary and expanded out into new frontiers to fulfill a sort of manifest destiny all her own.

New cracks were forming in the woodwork below her and Dawn felt herself covering them all in due time. It was yet another confirmation of her increasing square footage, which set Dawn to wondering if “round footage” was a thing. Dawn decided if it wasn’t yet, she’d certainly make it a thing. The intricately laid floor flexed and buckled as her increasing weight caused the structure to ache just to support her increasing load. So much stress and distress, but it caused quite the opposite reaction in Dawn who couldn’t be more pleased with it all.

Though she may have wished it so, Dawn wasn’t the only source of audible disquiet in the room. While muffled by her astounding ass, far more alarming creaks and groans were emanating regularly from beneath Etna. Some less ominous sounds echoed elsewhere, but only Amber's ears were so finely attuned. While her arms were wholly committed to feeding Dawn, Amber’s ears, and more often than not, her eyes were drawn to Holly, or more specifically, what Holly’s blooming bust was doing to her poor sweater. With every lob and toss from the softball slugger, there came a faint but distinct sound of threads becoming threadbare and stitches becoming breaches.

Watching a body overtake an outfit was a new experience for Amber, but had instantly become one of her favorite things. She was determined to not miss the moment when the phenomenon undoubtably three-peated, and with Holly no less. Amber did her best to split her attention between the buxom blonde and Dawn, who Amber anticipated would introduce her to even more favorite things that were heretofore inconceivable.

Lydia was tossing out fish sticks with one hand, mozzarella sticks with the other. They were harder to throw, harder to catch, but Dawn still managed to catch every one. She was so good in fact that Amber learned she needn’t aim at all, and was prone to simply tossing her tots in Dawn’s general direction while admiring the effects of Holly’s constant nibbling from afar.

Lydia had to give the distracted Amber a nudge when she failed to notice that her supply had at last run out and she’d just been miming the tosses.

“Wha- oh, OH! DAWN!” Amber looked down and saw nothing but crumbs. Holding up the depleted tray she shouted, “I lost count, but that had to be enough tater tots for an entire school!”

“A whole school district!” Lydia added as she held up her own barren pan of former fish sticks.

Dawn couldn’t help but think of all those poor lunch ladies over the years who’d struggled to accommodate her daunting list of allergies and other dietary requirements. For other students, such added effort would have been seen as a nuisance, but young Dawn so endeared herself to each staff that they’d made it their mission to put some pounds on the wee child. But all was for naught, and they collectively admitted defeat when wishing well the little valedictorian on her final day- for if anything, Dawn’s insane scholastic schedule, part time job, and volunteer work had her leaving High School with even less mass than she’d arrived with.

Dawn grinned however much a mouth opened wide to receive a barrage of salmon croquettes from Holly could grin as she imagined how her hair-netted matriarchs would weep with joy if they could see the class runt as she gobbled up all that starchy greasy goodness with such unwavering aplomb. Dawn felt she’d done them proud with every pound and inch she added to her paltry frame. Their little pet project was finally making up for lost time and then some.

Further inspired, the girls wanted to try bigger things and test the limits of what Dawn might consider “bite” sized. While Dawn’s mouth still hadn’t grown, anything that could fit was taken in one bite. Amber went with some nice fat falafel balls. Lydia tossed out some well-stuffed pierogis interspersed with some Rocky Mountain oysters to see if her persnickety sister would notice, but…

Chomp! Chomp! GULP! Dawn did not.

As she gobbled up these offerings, Dawn visualized something of a bellows deep within her core. Every swallow set that bellows off, and each pump blew her up a little bit bigger. Even if only imperceptibly so, Dawn knew that bellow had been pumping away thousands of times. She could feel herself emanating further out over the floor, taking up more space and claiming it as her own. I’m growing, expanding, getting bigger, bigger, bigger! YES!

Dawn was radiating pure glee. Finally, after all these years, she was going to be properly big- bigger than big- the kind no one can look down upon. More! Dawn wanted to shout, but her mouth was too busy. More! Dawn hardly had time to even think the word, but think it she did. MORE! More food, more belly, MORE ME!

Until…

“Ow… OW!”

Dawn was abruptly snapped from her reverie. She'd finally missed her first target. Dawn didn’t think much of it, other than it was a nice thick zucchini fritter from Amber. No harm, no foul, but Dawn then took a sausage roll to the forehead, followed immediately by a fritter that got her right in the eye.



*Finally, we reach the end of chapter 9. Sorry about the lag, but I am writing quite a lot right now. I've added a ko-fi link in my signature below which is a tip jar of sorts. I'd like to keep things free, but anything would help. If you can't make a donation, comments (even criticism) would be much appreciated as well. If you do leave a tip, let me know which story you are following as it may help me focus on what to put out and when. I'll continue my ongoing stories, but have some entirely new short stories as well. These may be held until a price goal is hit- I haven't decided yet. Also, what are some ideas for rewards? Is there such a thing as a writing sketch? Maybe a paragraph or two using my own characters or yours with a suggested scenario. Let me know your thoughts, and thanks for reading.

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The story has been revised and a new chapter is (finally) up here:

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[SoylentOrange]

This one's really good, y'all. I don't normally even like stuffing stories but this is aces.