George worked as a lab assistant at the Chemico Agrolabs.
His job was to wash out the glassware, cart around heavy
equipment, and not ask too many questions. It wasn't much
fun but it paid twice as much as any other job he could get
with just a high school diploma.
Though his job was unfulfilling, his social life had become
much better since he had joined a new dating service
specializing in the big women he loved. It was through
Chubby Buddies that he had met Terri and after just a few
dates she had fallen hard for him. She lived with a
roommate, Cheryl, who he had met one night while picking up
Terri. Cheryl was also a member of Chubby Buddies and a real
cute redhead. He had enjoyed their conversation but thought
nothing of it until Terri told him a few weeks later that
Cheryl had become crazy about him too! Terri also told him
that instead of scratching each other's eyes out or
otherwise ruining the roommate's long standing friendship,
they had chosen a different method to compete for his
affections. Ever since George had met Terri, he had been
encouraging her to gain weight. Knowing this, Terri decided
that she would challenge Cheryl to a weight gaining contest
with George as the prize. He couldn't believe his ears! It
was a dream come true: one of these girls was going to eat
her way into his heart!
George agreed immediately. Nothing could have pleased him
more. Terri told him she weighed 195 and Cheryl was just
about 200. The girls decided to invite George over to their
place for dinner periodically and he could watch them fight
for his affections. During the first of these dinners,
Cheryl decided that they needed an incentive: once a week he
would weigh them both and the one who gained the most that
week would win a date with George.
A couple of weeks later he left work late headed for dinner
at the girls' apartment. George was supposed to drop off a
bottle at the waste removal company that night but he just
didn't have any time left. The bottle represented a failed
tomato growth hormone from the Agrolabs. He'd heard that the
tomatoes had grown bigger all right, but they lost flavor or
something like that. Whatever the reason the stuff was junk
he would have to drop off at the waste removal company in
the morning.
He parked across from the girls' apartment. Looking down at
the bottle on the front seat he started to worry about some
jerk breaking into the car to steal the bottle. He reopened
the door and grabbed the bottle. He'd bring it into the
apartment during dinner. After all, it wasn't toxic or
anything. Better to keep it from getting stolen than to get
in trouble tomorrow at work.
Cheryl opened the door, munching a bag of potato chips.
"What's that, George?" she asked.
He tossed the bottle jauntily in the air. "Some stuff from
the lab that I've got to deliver in the morning. Nothing
dangerous. I just don't want it to get stolen."
"Put it in the bathroom closet, out of sight," Terri called
from the kitchen.
"Okay." George stole a look at Terri. Each of the girls had
been steadily adding the pounds but Terri, starting out
behind Cheryl, looked like she had passed the redhead.
He looked in the closet. It was a mess. He shut the door and
looked around for a better place. "Dinner's ready!" Terri
called. With a shrug, he set it down on the sink and headed
into the dining room.
The dinner was very tasty and, of course, the portions were
large. Cheryl had doubles of everything with Terri matching
her bite for bite and adding just a bit more. Dessert was
ice cream sundaes, neither girl skimping on the hot fudge
sauce. George was a happy man.
After dinner George marched the girls into the bathroom to
be weighed. Cheryl tipped the scales at two hundred twelve
pounds, and increase of four pounds that week. Terri hopped
on the scale and proudly displayed her two hundred nineteen
pounds. George had guessed right. She outdistanced Cheryl's
weekly weight gain by two and half pounds.
"I win!" she squealed. "Where are you taking me, George?"
George didn't answer her as he watched Cheryl sullenly slink
into the living room. He followed her.
Terri stood on the scale, arms akimbo. "So much for the
winner's rewards..." She looked down at the bottle George
had left on the sink. Terri picked it up and read the label
curiously.
"A tomato growth hormone? Goal: rapid growth of plant's
fruit. Results: hormone's over stimulation of flesh growth
sometimes causes fruit's pH to climb resulting in a bitter
taste. Grade: Failure. Hhmmm."
Terri made her way into the bedroom and opened the window.
On the fire escape were her two tomato plants, tiny green
tomatoes hanging from yellowing leaves. She unscrewed the
cap and dripped a little of the liquid at the plants' roots.
Nothing happened. Then as she was about to climb back
inside, the tiny green tomatoes began to swell. They looked
like tiny green balloons! Within a few moments they were the
size of full grown beefsteak tomatoes Terri was amazed. She
climbed back inside, shaking her head.
She decided to keep the stuff so she set it down on her
dresser. Terri was almost out of the room when she paused.
Those tomatoes had swelled up right before her eyes. I
wonder what would happen if.....naw, that's nuts! Still, she
returned to the dresser. Terri unscrewed the cap and picked
up the bottle. If this stuff works on me like it did on
those tomatoes, she thought, I can win this weight duel
hands down. She licked her lips, lifted the bottle, and took
a small sip. It tasted strange but not too bad. Terri closed
the bottle and set it down. She waited.
Nothing. She turned to the mirror. Nothing.
Then it happened. Her body started to swell. Breasts,
stomach, hips, thighs slowly grew bigger. She got excited.
Her clothes grew tighter and tighter. Just like the
tomatoes, within a few moments it was over.
She had gotten noticeably fatter just by taking a sip of the
stuff. Terri paused. She didn't feel sick or anything. In
fact, she felt great! She rushed into the bathroom to weigh
herself. Two hundred thirty-one pounds! Wow, she had added
twelve pounds in minutes! She couldn't wait to show George.
"George! George, come here!"
George and Cheryl heard her and hurried to the bathroom.
When they got there they couldn't believe their eyes.
Terri's clothes fit so tightly she looked like a knockwurst
in a wiener casing. A devilish grin spread across her face
and her eyes twinkled.
"Watch this."
She lifted the brown bottle to her lips again and sipped
from it. For a moment nothing happened, then her body
started to slowly expand. Her hips, breasts, stomach, and
thighs grew larger, dangerously straining the already too
tight clothes. Three buttons popped, flying off into a
corner of the room. A loud ripping noise accompanied the
splitting of her jean's seams. His mouth fell open.
Terri giggled and stepped onto the scale. The indicator
swung around to 243. "Another twelve pounds," she stated,
sounding satisfied. She swirled around the contents of the
bottle. "And there's plenty more pounds to come..."
"Give me that!" screamed Cheryl. She snatched the bottle
away before Terri could stop her. "If a sip can do that..."
she whispered. Cheryl took a double swig.
Again nothing happened for a moment. Then slowly the
expansion began, more powerfully than it had been with
Terri. Slowly, yet remorsefully, her breasts burst out of
the blouse and bra, her stomach sprung open the waistband of
the black slacks, and her thighs shredded the rest of the
pants wide open. Triumphantly, Cheryl stepped onto the scale
Terri had vacated. The indicator read 244.
Cheryl rested her hands on her plump new hips and nodded,
satisfied. "There! Over thirty pounds! Now I get to go on
the date. What do think, George? Am I big enough yet or do I
need more of this stuff?"
Before she could drink anymore, George grabbed the bottle
from her. "Stop that! I don't know what else this stuff will
do to you. What if it makes you sick?"
"Oh, come on, George," Terri admonished him. "Do we look
sick to you? No! In fact, I never felt better. Give me some
more of that stuff, too."
"Yeah, George. You said you liked fat girls! Well, pass me
that bottle and I'll make myself the fattest girl you've
ever seen!"
"Hell," Terri responded, "give it to me and I'll make myself
the fattest girl you've ever dreamed of!"
George paused, looking at the bottle. It was true. Both of
these girls wanted him and each was willing to grow into the
girl of his dreams. That was what they were doing on their
own before Terri discovered what the bottle could do. He
looked at the contents. He thought there was at least a
quart of the stuff left. He looked at Cheryl. If a couple of
swigs put on thirty pounds...there was enough here to make
them both enormous!
A plan took form in his mind. He went into the kitchen with
the girls following him and poured about a shot into each of
two glasses. He handed them each a glass. "I want each of
you to keep doing what you're doing. Just keep eating and
getting as fat as you can. I'm going to continue to weigh
each of you at the end of each week. Only now the one who's
gained the most that week will get another shot of this
stuff. When its all gone, the one who's fattest wins."
The girls looked at each other for a moment.
"I'm going to get twice as fat as you, Terri."
"Oh, yeah? I'm gonna make you look like a beanpole, sister!"
And with that they both gulped down the contents of the
glasses. They each began swelling larger in mere moments,
bursting out of what was left of their clothing. They
returned to the bathroom and Terri and Cheryl weighed
themselves again. They both were excited to see they were
starting out more or less evenly at 289 pounds.
"I've decided to move in with you girls so that I can see
this for myself." Terri and Cheryl looked delighted. "The
weight duel starts now," he said simply. Both girls raced
out to the kitchen.
Terri and Cheryl stuffed themselves on the most fattening
things they could find. At the end of the first week Terri
had gained six pounds, two more than Cheryl, and won the
right to take the first shot. George had measured out the
dose carefully, trying to make it equal to the dose he had
given both girls at the beginning of the week. Terri, for
her part, wore a sweater and jeans several sizes too big.
She belted in the jeans with a piece of rope that she
loosened before drinking the fluid. Again the almost magical
expansion took place, making George's eyes bug out. When it
stopped, Terri had to loosen the rope even more. She weighed
herself and found that she now weighed 340. George thought
she looked marvelous.
Cheryl was infuriated. She spent the next week gorging
herself on anything she could lay her hands on, putting on
nine pounds that week and winning the next shot. Before
drinking it down, Cheryl had donned her tightest pair of
shorts. The potion caused her to expand, first ballooning
around her form-fitting clothes and then exploding out of
them. She chuckled as the scale weighed her in at 347.
The weeks continued on this way with the girls adding as
many as fifteen pounds a week before receiving a dose of the
liquid and adding an additional thirty or forty. Within a
month, George had to buy a new scale to accurately measure
the girls' weight. Each had approached five hundred twenty
pounds by this time. He decided that he would begin
increasing the dosage for each winner to help them grow even
faster. The first time he increased the dose, Cheryl added
65 pounds. Two weeks later, Terri was the winner and the
potion added 77 pounds to her frame. By the end of two and a
half months of the duel, Cheryl weighed 796 and Terri tipped
the scales at 821.
Terri snuck into George's room late one night, searching for
some of the weight increasing formula. She decided that she
was through waiting to see who would win this weight duel.
After all, she was the one who had figured out what the
formula would do in the first place. She deserved to win!
The bottle was hidden in the back of one of the drawers. In
the dark she wasn't sure how much was left but she carefully
poured some portion of it into a bottle of her own, then
replaced it. She crept out of the room, careful not to make
a sound. Unbeknownst to her, Cheryl had done much the same
thing the night before.
It was Saturday morning and Cheryl woke early. She dressed
quietly, putting on the 8XL sweatsuit she had ordered. The
clothes hung on her like a circus tent but that would soon
change, she mused.
In the living room she pulled her bottle out from a back
pocket and sat on the large couch. With a gleeful giggle,
she opened the bottle and drank down the three-fingers of
liquid it contained. Then she folded her hands across her
already expansive waist and waited.
She didn't have long to wait.
Within moments her body began to rise like dough. Her thighs
started to thicken and press against each other. Her stomach
swelled out larger and larger threatening to completely
cover her lap. Now her breasts began to inflate, starting
from the size of cantaloupes growing through watermelon and
beyond. The sweatsuit began to tighten, then stretch
threateningly from the strain. Cheryl couldn't believe how
huge she was getting. She could no longer see her knees past
her stomach and breasts. And she was still getting bigger!
After twenty minutes, the process finally stopped. She
looked at herself in the wall mirror across the room. Cheryl
had grown enormous! Her body covered more than half the
couch. She struggled to her feet, collapsing more than once
back into the couch before finally standing.
Cheryl moved ponderously over to the heavy-duty scale George
had set up in the living room. She gently stepped onto it.
The indicator blurred before stopping. It read 1142. Over
half a ton! Cheryl stepped off the scale and admired herself
again in the mirror. Her tremendous stomach pushed out from
under the sweatshirt and strained against the waistband. Her
breasts and hips pulled tightly at the material. Maybe she
should sneak back into George's room while he was still
sleeping and steal some more of the formula?
A shriek behind her made Cheryl spin about. There stood
Terri, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in
astonishment. Cheryl laughed out loud. "So, you were going
to make me look like a beanpole, eh? Get a load of me! I'm
an eleven hundred pound mama!"
Terri shook her head in disbelief. Then a wicked smile crept
onto her lips. "Oh, yeah?" She dashed out of the living room
and returned a moment later with her own bottle of stolen
liquid.
Cheryl realized what it was too late. Terri unscrewed the
top and gulped it down. Now it was Cheryl's turn to stare in
disbelief as the potion performed its magic on Terri's form.
The potion made her body swell, whole sections of it
expanding at an incredible rate. It didn't take long for her
to balloon out of the clothes she wore. Her knees dimpled
beneath barrel-sized thighs, belly and stomach swelled out
to hang low below her waist, and her breasts grew huge and
pendulous. When it looked like the growth had stopped,
Terri, too, climbed on the scale. She now weighed 1272
pounds. She walked over to Cheryl, floorboards creaking
under their immense weight.
"Twelve hundred pounds! I make you look tiny!"
Both girls glared at each other. George entered the room,
wiping sleep out of his eyes. He looked at the girls,
blinked, and let out a yelp. Terri and Cheryl turned to him
and smiled. George couldn't take his eyes off the two
gorgeous hunks of womanhood in his living room. "My
goodness..."
Cheryl struck a sexy pose. "Eleven hundred forty-two pounds
and they're all for you, honey!" she cooed.
"Twelve hundred seventy-two pounds! I'm much bigger than she
is!"
"Not for long!" Cheryl shouted. She bumped past George and
headed for his room. Terri was but a step behind her.
Cheryl reached the room first, dove into the drawer, and
pulled out the bottle. Her eyes lit up when she saw nearly a
quarter of it was still left. She started to drink
thirstily. Before she could finish, Terri grabbed the bottle
from her and sucked down the last of it. George arrived a
heartbeat later.
Slowly at first and then much faster, the two girls started
to grow bigger and bigger and bigger. Cheryl's straining
sweatsuit quickly burst like a balloon, displaying all of
her inflating form. Terri, unencumbered by clothing seemed
to grow even faster. Multiple chins and watermelon-sized
upper arms formed on each of the girls. Deep folds developed
on their thighs. Calves and ankles became chubby, then
plump. Their huge globes of ass flesh swelled ever larger.
Breasts grew to the size of beachballs and kept growing.
Terri's ballooning body began to press against Cheryl's. The
room seemed to be shrinking! Soon they were forced to sit on
the double-king-sized bed because there was not enough room
between them and the dresser. And they still continued to
grow fatter and fatter and fatter. There didn't seem to be
any end in sight! Each girl was first two, then three times
the size she was only an hour before. The enormous bed
groaned under their increasing weight. The struts started to
bow and the headboard bent down like a wilting flower. And
still Terri and Cheryl grew more and more immense! Suddenly,
the bed gave up the fight and crashed to the floor. As
though it was a signal, the girls' expansion stopped.
Shaken, Terri and Cheryl sat on the double-king-sized bed,
arms sticking out at an angle from their bloated bodies.
The girls' stomachs enveloped their laps and hung down past
their knees. Redwood-thick thighs were spread wide apart by
their inflated bellies. Their necks had been swallowed up by
billowing rolls of flesh that flowed into the balloons of
arm fat. Only George could see all this, though, since Terri
and Cheryl could not see down past their enormous expanse of
cleavage; if they could they would see that their combined
flesh more than covered the tremendous width of the bed.
George looked at them, and then at the doorway. There was no
way either of them could squeeze through it. The girls were
trapped in the bedroom until he could widen the entrance.
"Well?" Cheryl demanded. "Who's the fattest?"
George went out and dragged the scale into the suddenly
crowded room. Terri rose up ponderously and stepped on the
scale. Able to measure weights up to two thousand pounds,
the scale broke instantly under Terri's stupendous weight.
She laughed heartily, every inch of her jiggling.
"Judge by eye, George," Cheryl pleaded.
He looked them both over. Each was equally large, equally
lovely, and equally luscious. He told them so.
"Well, then, who wins?" Terri asked.
"I do," he stated, simply. "I get to keep you both!" He
tumbled into bed between them.
Terri laughed again and Cheryl giggled. "George?" Terri
asked after a moment. "Is there any more of that stuff
left?"
"Well...." he replied, "I did send a little bit of it out to
be analyzed. Provided they can reproduce it..."
Cheryl turned to Terri. "I guess we gonna have to call it a
draw...until more of the stuff arrives, that is!"
by B J Morris