Weight And See

By Nomdreserv

Keith heard the voices in his dream.  He knew it was a dream since there were strange lights floating around him in his bed, fairy-like, occasionally darting close enough to actually seem to pass through his body, and that sort of thing didn’t happen when you were awake, right?  Besides, the voices were only whispers inside his head.

“He is suitable.”

“Agreed.  Give him the power.”

The first voice became more resonant.  “We are the Wishmasters.  We seek those with…unusual interests.  Know that your thoughts and fantasies give us power.  In return, for one day, you will share ours.”

The lights danced frantically about him, then suddenly all dove inside his body, disappearing.  Startled, Keith gasped and sat up in bed, his room now dark and quiet.  Was he awake, or still dreaming.  For just a second, he thought he saw a slight flow at the tips of his fingers, but decided it was his imagination.  He laughed off his dream and went back to sleep.

The next morning, as he came down to breakfast, the dream stuck with him, which was unusual for him.  The mystery of the voices and promises of power were all too intriguing for his teenaged mind to just put aside.  What kind of power?  And could they really know about his secret fantasies?  If so, they couldn’t possibly be of interest to anyone else, could they?

His mother gently scolded him about how late he was, and pointed him to his waiting breakfast, even as she finished preparations to leave for work.  She was still very attractive despite her mid-forties age.  Just a bit thin for Keith’s tastes.

But then, most women were.

Keith liked his women full-figured.  Hell, even fat.  But what really turned him on, especially in a culture where most women were obsessed with fitness and thinness, was the idea of a woman GAINING weight.  Just the thought of a girl or woman, toned and slim, suddenly expanding and trading her hard-body physique for a plump, jiggling softness was enough to make him hard.

Even now for example, and even though it was his Mom, he couldn’t help staring as she bent over to pick up her briefcase.  Her gray business skirt, slightly loose for comfort, briefly grew tight against her ass, and Keith wished it could always look like that.  Strangely enough, as she straightened again, it did.  The skirt seemed just as tight and stretched as before.  Indeed, instead of falling immediately to knee level like normal, it clung tightly to what seemed an almost shelf-like swell of her behind, leaving the hem high and tight.

His mother noticed it immediately, frowning and tugging at the suddenly strained skirt.  She managed to wrestle it back to knee level, only to have it start to creep up with her first step.  She looked around in some dismay, her eyes confirming that her rear seemed larger, drawing the fabric tight and making the skirt almost undersized.

“Damn,” she complained.  “I knew that pizza on the weekend was a bad idea.  I’ll have to skip lunches this week.  Well, too late to change now.”  She looked up at Keith.  “Why don’t you and Trish take care of dinner tonight?  I’m gonna pick up a salad for myself.”

Keith nodded dumbly as he watched his mother walk out, her tight skirt wiggling and forcing her to mince her steps a bit.  Everything about her looked the same – same face, trim upper body with neatly fitting blouse and jacket – except for her now decidedly prominent ass.  Indeed, she seemed quite bottom heavy as she stepped out the door, her ass at least twice the size it had been mere minutes before.

When he’d thought about it getting bigger.

The realization left him stunned, his spoon held in mid-air, and he still sat that way as his sister, Trish, walked in.  She was a year younger, and decked out in one of her teen-slut outfits that left him aghast but other guys delighted.  Today, it was a pair of denim cutoffs, the shorts barely covering her upper thighs, and a navel-baring crop top.

“What’d Mom say?” she demanded, grabbing her bag.

“Um, she said to take car of our own dinner tonight,” he added, still dazed.

“Cool.  I’ll eat with my friends then,” she announced.  She bent to tie her shoe and Keith saw that her shorts actually bared the bottom of her buttocks.

“Trish!” he scolded.  “Those are too damn short.”

“Fuck that,” she shot back.  She rubbed her flat, taut stomach.  “You think I worked out the last 6 months to hide it under jeans and sweatshirts?”

Keith frowned.  Her clothes had become more and more revealing as her exercising and diet had produced their effects.  He almost wished she’d been less successful.

And then, she was.  He noticed it first as her taut abs seemed to relax, smoothing first, then seeming to go a bit slack.  A moment later, her belly actually began to round out, finally bulging a bit over her increasingly tight shorts.  She actually had a small, soft tummy sticking out!  

Her shirt rode a bit higher as her breasts seemed to enlarge in sympathy to her stomach.  They jiggled as she walked now, at least a full cup size larger, and apparently softer as well.

The shorts had also tightened noticeably.  Her thighs seemed to soften, then expand, quickly filling the space between her legs, and making the fabric of the shorts dig into her skin as she moved.  She grunted and tugged at their waist as she walked over to check her makeup one last time in the mirror.  Something there made her pause.  She studied her reflection critically.  Her face actually looked…puffy.  Rounder, softer, almost…

No, she wouldn’t say fat.  It must be water weight, even though she wasn’t expecting her period just yet.  As her gaze fell lower, she almost let out a cry.  Her stomach looked huge.  Well, comparatively anyway.   God, she actually had a belly.  It HAD to be water retention, but it made her look actually…

Again, she wouldn’t say fat, but a horde of synonyms – many less than polite -  suddenly filled her mind.  Her shorts dug cruelly into her soft waist, and when she saw the way they accentuated the roll of flesh above them, she immediately ran upstairs, jiggling with every step.

“Gonna change,” she called.  “Go ahead without me.”

Keith simply sat dumbfounded for several more minutes.   He could no longer deny what he had seen, but even as the full implications began to come home, one thought became foremost.

It was going to be a very interesting day.

His prediction was borne out almost immediately.  When he reached school, he saw the cheerleaders practicing and working out as they always did before classes while the field and gym were free.  Like any teenaged boy, he lusted after the youthful curves so temptingly displayed by their short skirts and form-fitting shirts, and often found excuses to hang out and watch their routines.  Unlike most others, however, he had secretly lusted after a more full-figured team that had existed only in his imagination.

Until now.

He tested the power cautiously, hoping that gradual changes would be pass unnoticed.  He was also intrigued as to whether he could make selective changes like he had with his mother.  So it was that he was soon rewarded to see the cheerleaders shirts and sweaters start to stretch out a bit, then more obviously as their breasts expanded, and finally almost alarmingly, overflowing their suddenly overstrained bras.  The increasingly heavy boobs also began to bounce a lot more with their exercises, but that only added to his enjoyment.  Soon, the girls looked almost comical with melon-sized breasts swinging wildly on their otherwise slim bodies.

Well, Keith couldn’t allow that.  The poor girls looked almost top-heavy.  Better to balance things out a bit.  The first changes became obvious as the space between their once slim legs disappeared, then their legs became noticeably heavier, the new layer of fat rippling as they jumped.  Their skirts and shorts now began to strain as their formerly pert, rounded behinds began to widen and sag, giving them big, rounded butts that jiggled and shook, though they also had a tendency to make their skirts and shorts ride up a bit.

What a shame.

The girls finally began to look around questioningly, whether more alarmed at their own sudden bouncing or the inflated appearance of their teammates was difficult to say.  Keith had almost decided he’d have to reverse the changes, when he idly thought how nice it would be if they didn’t notice.

Immediately, their alarm subsided, and they returned enthusiastically – if somewhat less gracefully – to their dance exercise, jiggling unashamedly with their huge breasts and flabby thighs.  Keith stared in sudden hopefulness.  Could he mask the changes that easily?  Or did they just accept them somehow?  He pushed a bit harder, making Kelly’s breasts expand to basketball size.  She suddenly stopped and pulled at her shirt.

 “Damn, there’s something wrong with my bra,” she complained, tugging at it.  “It really hurts.”

“You know you have to take it easy with this routine,” Michelle cautioned.  “You’re just too big to jump like that.”  She ignored the bouncing D cups that flopped wildly beneath her own shirt.  She looked a bit critically at Kelly’s obviously undersized bra as it stood out in strained relief against her tight shirt, like a Band-Aid trying to restrain her monstrous boobs.  “You should really buy a bra that fits better.”

“Guess you’re right,” Kelly admitted.  “I just hadn’t noticed how small it had gotten for me.  Oh well.”   She felt so pained and constricted by her overwhelmed bra, she finally reached beneath her shirt to unhook it.  Her massive, soft breasts immediately sagged to her waist.  “Ah, that’s better.”

Keith watched in amazement as she tried to rejoin the calisthenics, her huge, drooping breasts bobbling like water balloons, but had to give it up again when a jump caused them to swing up and almost slap her in the face.

Although the affected girls seemed unconcerned, everyone else walking by stopped to stare in amazement at the decidedly busty beauties as they jumped and jogged.  Several girls made nasty comments about their size, which caused the cheerleaders considerable consternation, even as they found that they were having some trouble with their normal pace as their weight increased.

Keith decided to finish the job, and let the power radiate a slow, overall expansion.  Their trim, sleek legs began to thicken, stretching their socks, and dimples finally appeared on increasingly chubby thighs which now rubbed together with every step.   Their faces rounded as hints of double chins formed, and then the flesh began to shake on their plumping arms.  By the time he finally walked away, rolls of fat had begun to peek out beneath much too small or tight shirts, spilling over their skin-tight skirts and shorts.  The girls were rapidly running out of breath as they tried to push their flabby, overweight bodies through their normal exercises.  Not many of the boys arriving bothered to find excuses to keep watching this morning, instead hurrying past with a look of complete disinterest, while their female counterparts looked on with distaste and a sad shake of the head.

Keith, on the other hand, was in heaven.  The cheerleaders had never looked better to him.  Of course, their attempt at the usual pyramid finale collapsed disastrously into a soft, quivering pile of plump flesh, but he left before seeing that.

English class came first, and that couldn’t have suited Keith better, since Ms. Hawkins taught it.  She was young, still in her twenties, and quite attractive, even though she dressed to hide what few curves her thin body possessed.  Today it was a knee-length dress and loose, buttoned sweater.  Keith smiled as she launched into the day’s lesson, writing several key quotes from the assigned reading on the board.  As she wrote, she didn’t notice the way her ass began to fill out behind her, drawing the loose dress tight. The increasingly taut fabric began to jiggle with her writing.  When she turned around, she inadvertently wiped her expanded bottom along the board, partially erasing the last sentence.  Amidst a few giggles from the class, she turned to correct it, while secretly alarmed by the increasing sense of weight and movement from behind her.  Was there something wrong with her dress?  She surreptitiously reached around to check, astonished to find how huge her ass felt, and how tight the dress had become.  Hoping to cover, she turned around and backed up against the board more cautiously.

“So, when Melville…”

Keith wasn’t listening, instead watching happily as her sweater began to fill in. Ms. Hawkins seemed to notice something more quickly this time, and self-consciously crossed her arms, only to discover that she suddenly had a lot more to cross over.  Her breasts felt like soft, warm pillows beneath her clothes, and her bra began to dig into them uncomfortably.  Keith watched her expand to a DD cup, then started to add weight in other areas. Ms. Hawkins gasped as she felt her stomach push out, drawing the dress tight in a new area.  She tried to suck it back in, but had to give it up as she continued to expand.  Students were looking at her strangely now, especially when the buttons on her now tight sweater began to gap.   She now had about the same shape and heft as a non-dieting Anna Nicole Smith, and her dress felt like it was ready to split its seams.

“Ex…excuse me, class,” she announced in near panic.  “I, um, just need to see the school nurse about…something.”  She stumbled out the door, constrained by her wrapper-tight dress.

One of the girls near Keith snickered.

“Did you see how fat Hawkins has got?”

“Disgusting.  And, like, I never even noticed it ‘til today.”

“Me neither.  Weird.  I can’t believe anyone could let themselves pig out like that.”

“Disgusting,” her friend repeated.  “I would, like, shoot myself.”

The girls gossiped on, but both noticed a growing tightness of their jeans which became increasingly uncomfortable.  With a wide-eyed gasp, the first girl felt a sharp pang, then release, and looked down to see that her jeans’ button had popped.  To her astonishment, she saw her bulging tummy spill out as it displaced her now too small shirt up.

“Um, gotta go,” she whimpered, struggling to swing her much larger lower body out from her seat – no easy task since her jeans were as tight as sausage casings.  She nearly waddled out of the room, trying vainly to pull her jeans waist back together, her legs and butt twice their previous size..  

A second later, her friend felt the same pop, and nearly fell out of her chair when she’d found that she was wedged in by her oversize ass.  She stumbled out after her friend, but not before a tearing sound at the back of her overstressed jeans made her stifle a shriek.  She had the rear end of a 250 pound woman struggling vainly to sit in the confined space of a teenaged girl’s designers jeans.  Since the rest of her body was only slightly fattened, it looked like she had a pillow stuffed into them.  Unfortunately, any chance that she could pass her appearance off that way disappeared as the split widened, revealing that her panties had been nearly swallowed by her massive buttocks, now jiggling frantically as she ran for the restrooms.

There were a few more snickers and some appreciative comments from the boys.  The girls, however, hardly seemed to notice, since most of them began to feel the same strange tightness in their clothes…

Keith held off, however, from too much overt fattening at this point.  He wanted to savor the changes on a more selective basis.  He saw Trish walk by in her biggest, baggiest pair of jeans (or at least, they had been baggy before this morning) and an oversized sweatshirt.  He laughed when he saw his cheerleader group waddling through the halls in their ridiculously tight uniforms, wondering why they weren’t being hit on in the usual way.  The two girls from English reappeared, but wearing sweatpants they’d picked up from gym.  Extra-large men’s size, he noticed, in a vain attempt to hide their new ass-ets.

At lunch, he learned Ms. Hawkins had taken a personal day, and felt a pang of guilt.  He realized he’d never even made sure that he could reverse the changes, though somehow had instinctively known he could.  Just to be sure, he chose a cute freshman girl, dressed in a short skirt and tank top, and began to concentrate.  

Her ass expanded on the seat, spreading slowly and lifting her slightly.  She shifted and tried to adjust her suddenly tight skirt, but succeeded only in exposing more of her softening and thickening thighs which now widened and flattened against the chair.  Her tank top lifted off her rounding tummy, and her breasts seemed to rise like bread dough within it, nearly spilling out the sides and tops.  Just as she seemed certain to notice, he slowly reversed the changes, and watched in a mix of relief and disappointment as her breasts deflated, her legs slimmed, and her bottom shrank back to normal.

Well, almost normal.  He left her with an extra 10 pounds, just because he liked the way her rounder bottom stood out. 

The reversal gave him another idea.  He walked by Cindy, one of the senior elite, and said hello.  She froze him with a glance.

“Get lost, loser.”  There was a chorus of laughs and agreement from her cohorts.

Loser.  Hmm, maybe she would be the one losing something.  He walked a few yards away and imagined.  Sure enough, Cindy’s shirt began to slowly sink against her flattening chest.  Within moments, she’d gone from a healthy C cup to barely A.  One of her friends seemed to notice.

“Um, Cindy?  Have you been losing weight or something?”

Cindy was flattered, unaware of the reason for the inquiry.  “Nope.  But I have been exercising more.”

“Well, you’d better be careful.  You look like you’re losing shape rather than gaining it.”  She nodded at Cindy’s chest.

Cindy finally saw what had happened and gave a small cry.

“What the hell?  What happened to my breasts?”

There was a general laugh, then a chorus of comments.

“Hey, have you really been fooling everyone all this time?  Ha, better watch out for those fad diets.  My little sister has some bras that might fit better if you want.”

Cindy was angry and indignant, but of course no one believed her protests that she had been normal-sized that morning.  The jeering subsided, however, as the other girls noticed their shirts suddenly seemed less jutting as well.  A few surreptitiously reached up to touch themselves, and found the fabric collapsing emptily beneath their fingers.

“Excuse me,” a couple blurted simultaneously, as their was a near stampede to check themselves in private.  A few cursed as they had trouble standing in their chairs, then wondered why their pants and skirts felt so tight as the hurried away.  Each girl would be astonished to discover that she had become quite chubby below the waist – full-mooned and thick-thighed - and yet had essentially no breasts whatever, as though all the fat that normally gave their chests size had inexplicably been transferred and multiplied onto their lower bodies.

Exactly as it had.

Keith took it easy the rest of the afternoon, only occasionally sculpting a girl here or there.  A few more pounds here, an hourglass figure there – casual stuff.  He was saving himself for after school.

When the girls’ sports teams practiced.

As soon as classes ended, he raced to the gym.  The girls basketball team was already practicing.  Most were tall and rangy, their legs thin from many hours of running.  What a shame.

Immediately, the girls’ legs began to thicken and round up as he added fat to give them back “healthy” curves.  He perhaps went a bit overboard as he noticed their thighs starting to jiggle dramatically as they swept back and forth, but didn’t stop.  Instead, he simply turned his attention to their upper bodies.  Soon, the jiggling of their thighs was eclipsed at the way their oversized breasts began to bounce.  Even the loose basketball uniforms began to tighten as the girls passed D cup size.  At that point, he felt he had to quit, before the changes became impossible to explain away by growth spurts and weight gain.  Just to reinforce the second explanation, however, he added a few pounds of fat to every girl’s stomach, making them bulge slightly and jiggle.

The plus-sized team’s play seemed to suffer somewhat as the pounds added up, but Keith was sure they’d be a lot more fun to watch.  He made a note to show up for the next game.  After all, the other team would need the same enhancements to keep things fair.

Next stop was the track team.  The long distance runners were making their laps on the track.  They were almost painfully thin, with gaunt bodies, tiny breasts, and long, sinewy legs.  That would never do.  Keith picked a spot in the bleachers to oversee their new developments.

First came some general weight gain, about 15 pounds.  That smoothed their skin and rounded their bodies enough to make them look much more acceptable, at least to Keith.  Of course, their running pace seemed to slacken slightly, but there were always trade-offs.  Next, he specifically added some weight to round their asses, which now stretched their running shorts to a tight, shiny line, and began to quiver as they ran.  Nice.  They needed rounder, smoother legs still, he thought, and reduced their muscle tone while adding some pounds.  Now, they had generous, soft thighs that rubbed together as they ran.  Unfortunately, their pace reduced even more, but they still managed to puff along determinedly.  Oh well, losing a competitive edge was a small price to pay.  

Now, just a little more up top, he thought, and watched their track shirts rise us as their breasts inflated.  C cup was probably more appropriate for runners, he decided, briefly stopping, then he grinned and made them Ds anyway.  Their soft boobs bounced enticingly as they continued their run.  Well, run might not be the right word – it was more a leisurely jog now, and even with that, they seemed out of breath.

Monique, who was the arrogant team leader, found herself puffing and falling behind the others when she suddenly developed a pronounced tummy and love handles that made her whole body shake and shimmy with every step.  She would finish last for the first time ever, not to mention clocking her worst time in years.  As would the entire team, allowing them to explain their exhaustion and panting as due to smog or something.

The girls practicing the hurdles also had a terrible session.  They insisted that somebody must have doctored the equipment, since they tripped over every other one, and barely made it sprawling over the last.  They didn’t notice the way their shirts bulged with their new paunches, or the way their shorts dug into their flabby thighs.

But Keith did, and was happy.

Finally, there was the gymnastics team.  They practiced in their own area, and Keith wouldn’t be able to stay and watch without drawing suspicion, so he imagined what he would find if he glanced into the room.  He wasn’t disappointed when he did.  The still short girls bulged out of every nook and cranny of their overstretched leotards.  Their tummies stuck out nearly as far as their now-normal sized breasts, which threatened to spill out the tops.  Their once muscular, lined thighs now jiggled with a pleasing layer of fat, though they were cruelly squeezed by the leotard openings, bulging alarmingly around the sides, and allowing their ass cheeks to show as they moved.  A plump girl huffed and puffed, but couldn’t seem to manage her routine on the parallel bars without falling off, and the girl who had just finished on the horse dismounted with a resounding thud that made her soft, chubby body shake like jello.  Even now, the coach was laying into the bewildered girls about their obviously poor diet and exercise regimen.

Keith wandered away, surrounded by pleasingly plump if somewhat ineffective student athletes, and a whole school whose girls seemed unable to conform to those unrealistic standards of thinness and body size that had been promulgated by high fashion.

It was wonderful.

He started home, noticing an attractive woman in a form-fitting business suit on her phone.  She was quite pretty, neat, and stylishly dressed.  But she was thin.  Not model thin, or even girl-thin, but still much too thin for his tastes.  He sighed and concentrated.  It seemed his work was never done.

END

Or is it?  The day isn’t over, and the Wishmasters are always looking for others to bless.  Anyone care to continue with their own ideas?

Nomdreserv