Valerie was a tiny Japanese-American woman with glossy black hair that
fell to her thighs. She was sixty
inches tall exactly, and weighed exactly ninety pounds. She was
twenty-five years old, and a college
graduate. She had grown up in Texas, and was more cowgirl than china doll.
It seemed strange for such a
delicate and exotic young lady to speak with a thick western twang, but it
was the way she had always
spoken.
She was wearing a pair of blue slacks and a white silk blouse. Even though
nothing on her body made it
necessary, she wore a simple white bra out of modesty. Her silk panties
could not be seen through her
loose pants. Besides, there wasn't enough flesh on her hips to result in
panty lines. A pair of navy pumps
with a sensible heel matched her thin belt and small purse exactly. Her
socks were very thin, very white,
and were folded over once at the knees. The only other things she wore
were a thin gold chain and a pair
of small gold hoop earrings.
She had walked into a bar to have a quiet, private drink. Another job
interview, another idiot who thought
that she was some stereotypical geisha who wouldn't be able to handle a
job as a civil engineer. How
could so many of them be so stupid? Did they really believe that she was
supposed to be a meek,
submissive little nick-nack?
What ll it be, Miss? the bartender asked. He was a tremendous black man
with amber eyes and no hair.
Those pale eyes were as unusual as his crisp British accent. He wore a
shiny black jumpsuit with gold
zippers on it. It was unlikely that anyone would make fun of this giant
for his taste in clothes.
Tequila maybe, she replied, or maybe a brandy. Hell, just bring
something that ll make people quit
treating me like a fragile china doll. I don t care, just surprise me!
The bartender didn't bat an eye. I've got just the thing for you, ma am.
He reached behind the ice maker
and pulled out an ornate bottle that was covered in dust and cobwebs. The
stopper was a green cork, and
the liquid in the bottle was a deep jungle green. It smelled like apples
and roses. The bartender poured it
into a tall shot glass and handed it to her. This should do the trick. If
you like it, I ll give you the next
one for free.
She slammed it down instantly and set the jigger down for the next shot.
This time she drank it more
slowly, so that she could taste it better. It was uniquely delicious.
Mmmm... she hummed, That was
excellent. What do you call it?
I don t think it has a name, but I do believe that it s just what you
asked for, he said. He turned and put
the ornate bottle back in its hiding place.
She was going to order another drink, but suddenly she found herself
conscious of her belt. It was getting
tighter!
No, the belt hadn't changed. As she looked down she could see that her
body was what was different. The
change that had started in her tummy was spreading over the rest of her
body now. Her bra was only big
enough to keep her dark, sensitive nipples from being glimpsed through her
blouse. Now it was competing
with rapidly emerging breasts.
Her pants were quickly becoming inadequate as well. She could feel her
tight little butt expanding both to
the sides and straight out. A few seconds later she was aware that she
could also feel it being folded
downward by it s own new weight. Her thighs had begun to fill her pants
legs, and now she watched in
horrified fascination as they continued to inflate like balloons.
With a sudden burst of clear thinking, she scrambled with her belt to
remove it. It was a quality leather
belt, and she didn't know what it would take to break it. She knew that it
would hurt, though. She tried
her best to suck in her bloated belly enough to pull some slack across the
buckle. The stress that she was
placing on the leather showed clearly in her growing arms. The sound of
ripping cloth actually startled
her when her sleeves were destroyed. Her slanted eyes were tightly clamped
>from the effort, but finally the
little tongue of the buckle popped out of the hole. With a mighty sigh,
she released her belly. That tore
through the snaps and zipper of her slacks in a single mighty wave of
heavy paunch.
The little pearl buttons of her blouse sprang loose one at a time. The one
between her impressive new
breasts flew first, followed closely by the one over the broadest part of
her tummy. Two more fell to the
floor, leaving only the two closest to her collar in place.
The little bra was proving to be tougher than she expected. It was biting
into her ribs and shoulders
painfully, and her breasts had already slipped out over the top of the
puny cups. She reached up and dug
her plumpened fingers into the white material and tore it off with a
single jerk. Her shirt fell apart the rest
of the way as she did, ripping in two places across her shoulders and
falling down to dangle from the folds
of flab rolling over the waist of her slacks.
She reached over to lay the fragments of her bra on the bar, and nearly
stumbled when it wasn't where she
expected it to be. The smooth surface of the bar was six inches lower than
it had been.
No, the bar hadn't changed. Apparently she wasn't just growing fatter. She
looked over the massive swell
of her belly, down at her slacks. and saw several inches of her legs
sticking out below the hem. There was
no time to try to gauge how much taller she was, because at that moment
her expensive slacks ripped
loudly and fell away from her growing body. She was aware of the folds at
her knees, and the fact that her
thighs had developed thick pockets of flab at the inside top that were
holding the scraps of her pants up.
The cuffs were still wrapped around her meaty calves, but even they were
being pushed down over her
ankles by the advancing flesh.
She was about to reach her pudgy hands up to take stock of the double chin
that she cold feel now when
she felt a sharp pain in the toes of her right foot. Of course, her shoes
were too small too! She had
remembered to unfasten her leather belt, but she had completely forgotten
about her shoes. Since she
couldn't see them anymore anyway, she set about removing them with her
toes. steadying herself with one
hand on the bar, she shifted her immense weight over to one foot. Getting
the little pump to come off
wasn't nearly as hard as keeping her balance. For the next foot, she held
the bar with both hands.
That was when her nipples came in contact with the smooth wood of the bar.
She was amazed by the sight
of those tremendous tits pressing tighter against the polished wood. Even
though she could not see her
nipples, she was acutely aware of them. despite the shock and horror of
her impossible transformation, she
could tell that her dark nipples were more erect than they had ever been.
She had become the fattest
human she had ever seen in less than a minute, and she had never been
hornier in her life!
In fact her whole body was tingling with the energy. This sudden change in
her body was more
exhilarating than any foreplay or sex than she had ever dreamed of. It was
absolutely incredible! She
wasn't going to have an orgasm, that isn't what it felt like. It was
better. The sensation covered her whole
body as she got still taller and so much fatter. Every inch of her was
excited, and she was attentive to all of
it. It was like having a million orgasms rubbed all over her skin.
Finally she heard a defeated little pop. She knew that her panties had
finally been destroyed along with
the rest of her clothes. When it did, the wonderful tingling faded
quickly. She was left panting and
energized, strangely powerful. She pulled at the one side of her panties
that still stretched around her
broad left thigh. It tore free with only the slightest exertion from her
chubby hand. She removed the other
bits of clothes that had gotten wedged into the various folds of her soft
bulk. Every thing that she had
worn seemed so flimsy now, ridiculous. Why would a she even need clothes,
now that she was this great
oriental Valkyrie?
Because she was standing in a bar NAKED!! That s why!
She guessed that she must have looked pretty silly vainly trying to cover
her acreage with her small,
pudgy hands. Fortunately, there was no one in the bar at all. Even the
bartender, that giant black man
with the amber eyes, was gone. Only the jumpsuit he wore was left. It was
folded neatly on the bar.
Well, just because there was no one in the bar now didn't mean that the
afternoon rush might start at any
minute. Snatching up the jumpsuit, she raked the main zipper down. Once it
was open she hiked up one
leg to pull it on...
And fell flat on her vast buttocks! The shock rolled through the great
mass of her flesh, echoing again and
again through the sweeping curves of her flab. Wave followed wave as her
new body responded to the
sudden shock of every soft pound crashed against the force of gravity and
then jiggled expansively. She
was unhurt, so she used the moment to enjoy the rolling sense of her newly
enhanced build. After a
minute, she carefully rose to her feet. Balance was going to be a problem
for a while, until she got used to
her titanic weight, bulbous shape, and longer limbs. At least she was
comfortably upholstered against the
falls.
Slowly, she managed to get the jumpsuit on. Her legs were easily strong
enough to support her bulk one at
a time, and she supposed balance would come in time. Once she was wearing
the shiny black jumpsuit,
she caught herself in a mirror near the restrooms. She was a Goddess, it
seemed. Huge and powerful,
intensely voluptuous. She liked what she saw in the mirror. That woman was
no nick-nack, she was a
force to be reckoned with. A typhoon with boobs.
She grabbed her purse and walked across the empty bar room toward the
door. There was something
pressing against her soft thigh in one of her pockets. It was her wallet.
Her driver s license showed her
gorgeous face smiling in the photo. Her delicate Eastern features were
made even more lovely by the new
weight the picture showed. The license said that she was seventy-six
inches tall exactly and that she
weighed exactly four hundred fifty pounds. Also in the pocket was a neat
bundle of hundred dollar bills.
She smiled like a kid at the wad of cash. Then like any good Texan, she
laid a healthy tip into the tip jar
in the center of the bar. For a second she thought about checking for that
fancy bottle behind the ice
maker. Then she decided against doing that. She had enough to last her for
a while.
by Rebel