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The shore was warm that afternoon; the sun rising higher and toasting the sand. Ashley Winhouse was standing inside the line, waiting for it to move. She had on a ruby red shirt and cut off calf jeans, her feet adorned in lime green sandals. A gust came out and brush at the crown of her think brown hair, which she quickly wiped down.
One guy came out of the water, his boogie board under his arm. He was glistening with water and looking a little darker under the sun’s glare, courteousy of his tanned skin. With his dirty blonde bangs, he wore a typical “surfer dude” outfit: navy basketball vest, beads and cargo shorts. He decided that day to skip his surfing suit and just take it to the water. He climbed along the small dunes and knocked his toes against a bucket left behind to be buried under the sand; slowly tripping and hopping at the same time. Grabbing the first thing he could reach, he wasn’t aware it was a shirt that belonged to a brunette; he brought his eyes up and caught a glimpse of something red and shiny inside; the woman’s bathing suit.
“Hey,” Ashley cried out and pushed his hand away from her shirt. He could help just let out a giggle when he came to and on his feet again. He shrugged his shoulders in an apologetic way, but getting a better look at her, he saw something amazing. She was very pretty; correction; beautiful, like she belonged in a magazine or something.
“Must’ve been a shell somewhere or something,” was his only excuse.
“Who are you,” Although Ashley was annoyed over this, at least he didn’t do a sneak attack and take a peek at her top.
“Oh, hi, I’m TJ I’m new around here.” TJ smiled at her and trying to be polite, “And who might you be?”
“Ashley,” her glare softening up, “What were you doing looking up my shirt,” Her annoyance still present.
“Sorry. Didn’t see anything if that’s what you meant. So…er…what are you up to?”
He was smiling at her, curious as to what a cute girl like her was doing in a place like this, nervous and running his fingers through his hair. The waves were crashing in the background, the sand warm against his feet. Ashley only ignored and waited.
“I can’t believe how long the line is. The snacks must be that good; people must be eating it right then and there,” She was saying as if talking to a friend, not out of annoyance, but with curiosity, trying to ignore, TJ, the wannabe pervert from before.
“Yeah, must be good stuff,” he said peeking towards the stand. “I’m only waiting for a soda though.
The line was then starting to move, as they got closer to the booth at last. Just a few people in front of them, Ashley turned her eyes to a ride on the boardwalk. She saw the Merry-Go-Round roll into action and there other stands and odd looking mirrors right by the snack bar where she was waiting.
TJ turns to see his two surfer pals turn up.
“Hey, Rodney! Banks! Sup?” He called out his usual greeting.
Rodney had his surfboard with him, having short hair and lime green shorts. Banks, right behind him, was a stout kind of guy, with black 3/4th length pants on and a white T-shirt. Both guys were looking and acting the surfer lifestyle.
“Yo man,” Banks greeted. “Rod just got up some sweet cuts…” He paused to see Ashley a couple of feet away form the mirror. “Who’s the chick,” looking in TJ’s direction.
“Oh, this is Ashley,” he said, smiling and exchanging looks between her and Banks. It was Rodney that pulled him aside, whispering to him but loud enough to be heard.
“Dude,” his voice exactly deep like a carefree surfer, “She’s a bit…er…”chunky”, wouldn’t ya say?”
“Dude,” TJ retorts back annoyed.
Ashley cocks her head when she heard one of his friends’ whispering. TJ peeks over his shoulder at her, and then continues to whisper, “I don’t think she is…”
“Don’t think I am what?” Ashley appeared her hands on her hips.
Rodney interrupted TJ before he could speak, chortling. “Liking the bigger chicks now?”
TJ nudged him and yelped, “Shut up!”
“What,” Ashley asked again, more irritated.
TJ turned around and stammered to explain himself, before Rodney burst out, “YOU’RE FAT!”
TJ could only look in horror as Ashley only blinked for a moment; Banks sniggered quietly. TJ was helpless, only forced to watch this on, hoping Rodney didn’t mean is. TJ asked him what that was for, when Ashley saw the mirror close by and walked over to it. She was mortified to see herself, possibly breaking 300 pounds, with chunky legs covered by her stretched jeans and bulky arms, no sleeves to cover up their cellulite look. Her face puffier around her cheeks, making her head look bigger; a size and face that was not her own.
Banks and Rodney giggled and made gesturing fat taunts in her direction, as she stood transfixed. TJ also looked at Ashley looking back at herself. All he could he was a very trim, fir formed girl getting upset over a funhouse mirror reflection, forcing himself to gradually get angrier.
“See dude,” TJ began, “Look what you did! She got all self-conscious!”
Banks laughed it off. “Heh, yeah whatever… see ya later, chubby chaser!” Adding that last bit in as he and Rodney fled, still laughing with themselves. For all Ashley could think, she probably did look into a funhouse mirror, but she was ripping inside, her stomach churning something odd.
She finally turned away and saying, “I don’t…”, but then turning and running away, trying to hide her crying eyes.
“ASHLEY! WAIT!” TJ ran after her, wanting to console her, hating what his so called ‘friends’ had said, unbelievable at how mean they were to her.

Ashley finally returned to her beach house, which stood among sand that was whiter than on the regular beach and picket fences strewn about. The house had a sea blue color, some palm trees swaying on the left, the roof a brown/black color. The front adorned a long porch with a wicker couch and cushions, down further from a swinging porch; a potted plant by the screen door and a wind chime that clinked a soft melody for the crying young lady, as she slammed both doors shut, unaware that TJ was following her.
“Ashley,” Came a call outside; TJ knocked a few times on the door. “Ashley…”
She in question was lying on the peach colored couch, another pillow covering her sobbing face and thinking back to the ‘evil’ mirror that showed her as a hippo. TJ knocks again a few more times.
“Ashley, look…I’m sorry… those guys…they’re just bone-heads!” He thumped the outside wall in frustration and takes a seat on the porch’s swinging chair.
She heard his voice and the noise amid her soft wails, reluctantly getting off the couch and opening the door, her face strewn with tears.
“What do you want,” her voice waving, still trying to stop crying. “Come to chase a chubby like me?!”
TJ quickly stood up and defended, “No, no! I…well…I hate what those guys said… can I please come in?” TJ frowns a little.
Ashley started going back inside. “Whatever,” said in a broken hearted and sad tone.
TJ held the door open. “No, really.” He walked in following Ashley. “Look…you shouldn’t listen to them…they wouldn’t know a hot chick if one came up and kiss ‘em on the lips.”
Ashley wiped her face with her hand, feeling so confused. TJ wasn’t really like his ‘friends’ in a sense that he came all this way to admit a wrong doing; and he did seem cute to boot, guys she was very familiar with back in Malibu. TJ then took the initiative and cuddles Ashley, once again put off and confused by this action.
“You were acting a pervert trying to look at me if you could and now you’re trying to cuddle me?!”
TJ backs off a little, shocked and frowning all the once.
“I…I…you looked like you need a cuddle. I mean…I can’t stand when people say crap like that about other people,” referring to his friends, gesturing and pointing in their possible direction. With no other choice, TJ leaves, turning back to look through the door and to say, “Look… I… I’m sorry,” looking down and walking away.
Ashley then felt even worse for dismissing him like that. In her life, she always took care of her body, wanting to keep it thin because it was healthy as what she was taught to believe. She too was an insecure high schooler, threatened by peer pressure, but always had her old friends to cheer her up and help her see the error of her ways. Even though she learned back in school that she wasn’t fat and no reason to starve herself, once again, she felt self-conscious for thinking she was fat by some dumb mirror. What is it with her and mirrors? Did they hold some power that no one can see other than those that care about looks? It was her past, younger self that kept nagging at her for leaving the fear and illusion behind and taking it out on someone she just met.
TJ continues to walk away, thinking she should’ve stayed but surely there was no way she’s let him.
“Wait,” a call was made to him. “Hold on! TJ!”
He looks back over and slowly walks back.
“What,” he said, looking at her a little confused.
“Um,” it was her turn to stammer, “Would you…like to…come in? No. Stay a little longer?”
TJ still looked confused, but agreed, “Err…yeah…okay.” He follows her inside and stands in the main room feeling a little awkward but glad to be back here. Ashley tried to bring out a warmer smile than before, causing TJ to smile back a little more.
“So…what do you…wanna do,” he said this a little cautiously.
“Well,” Ashley tried to begin; she was afraid to say she wanted a snack, fearing for her horror from before.
“Hey…you know I don’t think like those idiots…right?” He looked deep into her eyes, hoping she was thinking the same.
“Uh…well…no.”
“Thanks,” he said smiling. “To be honest,” now blushing, “I…think you’re,” now going back quiet before finally ending, “Kinda hot.” He stood there, looking back at Ashley, blushing just a little bit more to give his face a rosier setting over his nervousness of the remark.
“You really think I’m hot?” was all she had to say.
“You kidding? You’re hot for sure,” winking and smiling, his blonde bangs drooping a little around his face and his green eyes lighting up. Then he quiets down with a, “But…yeah.”
“But what if I was…chunky…?”
TJ flushes ever redder, looking away as he continued his answer with a smile. “Well I’m a little embarrassed about that… I’d think you’d still be just as hot.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I was fat?? What if I looked like a hippo…or a… or a blimp?” Ashley was shocked by TJ thoughts; that a guy would still like her that way if she looked so big and chunky. He walks a little closer to her.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he smiled and looked deeply into her eyes, almost lost but somehow sensing something else there.
“Are you alright?” Ashley noted his gleaming eyes.
“What… oh yeah, yeah.” He flashes a bigger grin.
She cupped her mouth to hide her laughing smile, giggling a “teehee” little girl laugh. He also laughs along, thinking how cute she was when she did that, but to him she looked cute all the time he accidentally laid eyes on her.
He then sighed at the end of the laughter. “So, er… you still haven’t told me what you wanna do.” He smiled again, taking in the very comfortable surroundings and color, looking at a very nice couch, then pointing to indicate for him to sit down and Ashley letting him know it was okay to sit. Slowly walking to the couch, he continued to gaze back at her while the seat cushion sank deep in, awaiting an answer. To her, TJ looked like a mannequin that seemed to move its eyes to follow a walking mall shopper.
The awkward, lovey-dovey scene was broken by the sound of her stomach gurgling.
“That’s right. I was so busy that I forgot about the snack bar.”
TJ nodded in agreement.
“Well, I ain’t goin’ anywhere… I can wait.”
“There a diner in town that I’ve become accustomed to for the weeks I’ve been here,” Ashley suggested, “We can go there.”
“Sure!” He stood up and grinned, realizing her never had his soda either.
Ashley waved her hand to him as she turned the knob on the door.
“Come on.”


The diner was called the Apple Pit; on the outside it had a 1950’s retro look that met with a roadside homey feel on route 66; with red lights along the building, chrome walls and a door with three lines slashed down on an edge. TJ had been following Ashley like a love-struck puppy. He was not to believe in “love at first sight” or anything of that nature, but he felt that were was a connection… something not known to him. When they arrived at the diner, TJ opened the showy door for her. Inside the establishment was adorned with old beach movie posters and ceramic seashells on the walls; the floor was black and white checkered, traditional counter seats with red leather covered, a lot more tables and lining had the silver look. The counter had a turn table of pies and cakes on display; no one was seated at the counters, but some customers were at the other side of the restaurant. The two arrive inside and take a booth in the back by the window gazing out to the sea.
“This is a pretty cool,” TJ said enthralled by the diner’s interior. “I wonder if the waitresses have roller skates,” he joked a little, but none the less impressed with the diner; he was going to love this town.
“They have really good burgers and fries and hot dogs, like I remember back in Malibu's diner,” Ashley commented.
“Awesome. So, how did you end up here? Malibu got boring, or just felt like a change.” TJ began to stir up the conversation further.
Ashley began, “Well, after high school, my friend all had their careers there. I wanted to so something different. I do the occasional modeling, I work as a sort of “Jill-of-all-Trades; it helps learning to do many things growing up, but I do miss the old gang.” She felt very lonely remembering her old friends; feeling like she abandoned them when there was nothing for her in Malibu and moving to another similar place where she could do any job that needed her skills.
TJ frowned in a comforting manner he too reminisced of why he came here, agreeing and knowing the feeling.
“I wasn’t much of a bright spark in school,” he lamented, “But I do know that from even before then, I loved to surf… the way it all flowed…the taste of the sea water…even the pain of hittin’ up a big wave…”
Ashley giggled again. “I guess you knew right away I was some model.”
“Well, yeah, but by the way you dress seems to suggest other wise,” he pointed at her T-shirt. She wasn’t sure why TJ wouldn’t assume she was a model because she was wearing a red shirt.
As TJ continued on, a waitress on skates rolled by the table, she wore a big plastic grin and with big blue eyes that graced the two there with a pink tight waitress outfit, appearing very ditzy to say the least.
“Hi, I’m Debby,” she beamed and her smile not wavering, “Can I take your order?”
TJ looked happy as he replied, “Roller skates! I knew it! Awesome!!”
Ashley smiled and ordered a decker burger and a side of fries with a small shake. Debby scribbled it down.
“Ok…and for the gentleman,” looking straight at TJ.
“Errr… just a Coke’ll do,” he answered nodding.
Their hostess of wheels rolled away again.
“I feel sort of like a pig having all that while you just have a drink,” Ashley said.
“Ahh, don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m not that hungry anyways.”
He smiled and plucked up the courage to ask about that moment on the beach from earlier.
“So…what happened back there? The mirror… you looked so horrified,” he then frowned as he relived the moment in his mind.
Ashley could only shift her eyes away and down, then beginning, “It’s just that… they said… I was fat… and the mirror there… I really did look fat.”
TJ tiled his head a little.
“Why do I get the strangest feeling that there’s something more?
Debby returned with the burger and fries on a platter, chewing some gum.
“That one Decker with fries…and a Coke,” she repeated their order.
The two thanked the cheery girl who scooted off to tend to other patrons. Ashley began to eat her “lunch”; TJ never took his eyes off of her, which prompted Ashley to look away with a slightly redder face.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything more? About the mirror?” TJ brought the conversation back to the beach scene. “Something tells me it’s something else that made you cry…”
“It just made me look fat,” was what she only said.
“Yeah, but something else seems to tell me otherwise.” He looked into her eyes with a sincere look on his face, reaching for her hand. “You look uncomfortable, Ash? Do you wanna leave?” He was now unsure if calling her “Ash” was any better or made things worse.
“Okay…I can just take this back with me…”
Debby was called back over to wrap up the platter. TJ wrapped his arm around Ashley, a complete contrast to earlier in the day.
“I’m sorry about how I acted and calling you a pervert,” she said quietly.
“Think nothing of it,” TJ loosely said, “You had every right to think that.”

* * *

With a paper bag carrying her food, they walked back to her house in mild silence, with Ashley thinking back to the time she worried about food and fat. The sun turned into an orange colored sky over the ocean’s horizon. TJ brought her back to the front door, wrote down his phone number from the diner’s napkin, assuring Ashley he can call him anytime. The house kept quiet for her for the rest of the night; his number by the phone in her kitchen and eating her meal at the counter, leaving behind her shake at the diner as she wasn’t thirsty for it now.
She dressed in her long, dressy purple nightgown as she thought back to TJ, how much he changed in the entire day they met. Something was telling her that TJ liked something more about her but felt she was keeping a secret from him. Ashley couldn’t tell him about the time, as a teenager, that she was being teased that she fat and a fun house mirror heightened such a thought as well as her bedroom mirror betraying her of what she looked like. She couldn’t bear to eat with the idea of becoming a gross looking; she even hallucinated two pixies telling her she was either fat or wasn’t. The nightmare tried to cement those ugly thoughts of transforming her into a Godzilla-like woman on a movie set, fantastically changing her, making her grow in girth as well as in height when all of a sudden just floating up and away. Ashley talked to herself of being so fat she turned into a “blimp”. Eventually, it was her friend Maxie that said she was a beautiful girl and that she didn’t need to starve herself. Eventually, she hushed the bad pixie and began to eat again with no worries.
She always owed it to Maxie to being a very good friend, especially when she was swept up in the image of smoking one time, one extreme of bad health. But when graduation came, she and all her other close friends moved away; Maxie for one focused on her broadcasting career, going away to upstate California to become a reporter. Ashley was at a lost of what she wanted to do; she felt she wasn’t particularly good at anything and more comfortable with following her friends in their own adventures. With no left to turn to, she made the hard decision at the time to learn to follow her own drum, find a path that’s right for her. She became curious of how things worked around her; while not much with education, others were kind enough to show her around various job and techniques. It was her volunteering at a photo store darkroom that led her to try model at one’s request. She was told she had an exquisite and natural look, very few and far between from the blondes in the modeling world.
Her commissioned photo shoots helped her save some money away to move to another beach town, away from Malibu and the memories of feeling lost and confused. Her new job now focused as a handy girl and painter; and tomorrow might have her called back for a magazine advertisement. Her career lead to new possibilities everyday; doing anything possible was her career now. Even though she was no longer a high school student, living in Malibu or as a tag along, she could never shake off the nagging dread of being too fat; that her modeling days would be ripped away with her slim clothing showed tight and ripped seams. She really couldn’t tell TJ all that, seeing that their meeting was new and already too much happening with the old wounds tearing out again.
In her bedroom, she flipped the TV on and listened to a particular show about the effects of obesity; a 600 pound woman crying and sobbing herself in public over how she was bullied and drowned it all out with food and Godzilla movies. Ashley could only relate to that old monster movie. Hearing her tale of woes and gorges drifted Ashley to sleep; free falling into the same dream world she dreamt of years ago.

I guess… I have a problem with being fat … kind of, goes back to school one time…
A movie set fades in; Ashley stood in her red swimsuit, different from a pink and purple stripe slanted outfit she wore. TJ and Debby the waitress were also there, standing dream and trance-like. There was a director that barked angrily. A table nearby was absolutely covered with food… junk food, chocolate cars, candy bonbons, burgers and fries.
The Director bellowed, “I’m not having her in this film!! Not unless she can prove to me she can play the part!!”
Ashley was confused; she had the right outfit said she was trim and fit; surely he’s seen her head shots.
“Just look at her!! She isn’t BIG ENOUGH!!”
What?
“You’re not big enough for the part!!
All TJ and Debby could do was stare on blankly.
“You want me bigger??”
The Director rampages on again.
“Look…you either get bigger or you’re fired!!”
“Okay.” She was taken aback for being yelled at.
The Director mumbles to some people as TJ walks over.
“Let me help you,” he says like a drone, bringing her to the table and picking up a bonbon to put in Ashley’s mouth.
She chews it, feeling it on the inside; people were still going about on the set. TJ hurriedly picks up another…and another…and another; with each bonbon stuffed, she felt very different.
“Can I take your order?” Debby comes by and picks up another share of bonbons.
Ashley’s mouth worked like an oiled machine, taking in bonbons and feeling/becoming fatter.
TJ and Debby chanted in monotone, “You must have more if you want the part…yes…much more…
Ashley wanted it to stop, but told herself she wanted that part. The feeding continued, now combining burgers and bonbons, candy and fries… the Director began to notice Ashley’s plumping body; he ordered the set to be moved and start rolling.
A set appeared; a cityscape of tiny model buildings; Ashley felt herself walking along the set, her big feet crushing the crowd, her butt wiggled at a building, crumbling it. TJ and Debby were no longer feeding her, but Ashley kept having popcorn and burgers in her hand, entering her mouth somehow. With a cry of “action!” she became the role, stomping everywhere and knocking buildings aside.
“This is fun!”
A stuffing of her mouth with popcorn filled her with glee.
The Director was in awe at her performance…or maybe it was the buildings getting smaller in Ashley’s presence. She didn’t care though; she happily ate and tore buildings apart.
“What?! She’s getting bigger! She’s growing! Call and ambulance! Somebody stop her eating!!”
The cries were various, coming from many voices.
Ashley’s swimsuit grew with her, becoming more mountainous as she grew taller, into a fat giantess with an extreme pear shape body. With her spurts, her body raised up, her feet away from the ground, hovering and floating, growing into the crumbling ceiling, the opening left open for her to float away.
“SHE’S TURNING INTO A BLIMP!!! STOP HER!!!”
“She’s getting away!! I’m not losing my star!!”
Ashley flew away quickly, out of sight, but the voices and faces of TJ and Debby chanted in the sky.
More… more… more…
There wasn’t anything to eat but she fattened all the same, now sitting like Buddha with log-sized legs outstretched as she floated along the sky lines…


Her mind faded back to consciousness, waking up with a slow gasp. The TV continued to create static noise, but crickets were loud enough to sing outside the backyard of the house. She got herself out of bed and went into the kitchen, turning on a light for the other side of the house’s porch patio as she opened the screen door, settling herself down on a wicker chair, hoping the sea air would help clear her head. It was the dream again; it was all new but she fattened and grew and floated and grew… and all the while, how much inside her chest and below enjoyed the feeling.
Thinking about TJ from her dream, she looked over his phone number from the napkin in her hand she picked up and gave him a call when she returned to the kitchen to grab the cordless phone. On the other end of the line, TJ was still sleepy and groggy.
“Err…uh… hello?”
“TJ, it’s me…” Ashley’s voice was soft and sounding meek.
TJ wakes up a little more. “Ashley? What’s going on? It’s like… 3 a.m.”
He was sitting up in bed back in his room at his place, his hair more messy than usual.
“I’m sorry to call so late, but I had this weird dream… or nightmare… like the one I had as a teenager.”
During that time, she recounted to him the old version her dream, and how because she didn’t eat for fear of fat and saw tiny pixies, telling her that she was or wasn’t fat, confusing her more. Now with her new dream, she told him he was there on the movie set, that she was a Godzilla monster, enjoying to eat.
TJ became more alert. “…Are you okay? Want me to come over or…?”
“Yeah please,” Ashley quietly requested.
The phones were turned off as TJ quickly got dressed and rushed over to Ashley’s house on his skateboard as quickly as he could and to see. Ashley heard steps at the front door, TJ called from outside. She called back to come over to the other side of the porch; he looked around and followed her voice, then saw her stand round the back, meekly waving.
“Hey… you okay,” he walked over and cuddled her, eying her behind under her nightgown but considering otherwise.
“Y-eah, just that dream,” she stammered.
They went inside; TJ heard the static of her annoying TV and shut it off.
“Want something to drink,” he asked her.
“Yeah…”
He smiled warmly and headed to the kitchen to see what she has, rummaging in the cupboards.
“How about hot chocolate?” She didn’t answer except to nod, rubbing her hand over her hair.
“That dream was so weird,” she continued again.
A large steaming mug was set for her, as TJ took a seat next to her with his arm around her.
“Same one like you said on the phone?”
“Yes… I don’t know why… I had something to eat… and you were there…and the girl at the diner… I know it’s weird, but you were in the dream,” she blew at the rim and took a sip, “And there was a big table of food… and you were stuffing me… making me bigger and telling me to have more…”
TJ was confused by her explanation, and then giggled a little as he pulled her in closer.
“Well, the good news is you’re not bigger,” trying to reassure her somewhat childish out look in his mind of such weight issues, but opted for poking her belly jokingly with a free hand. She in return giggled, a smile meeting her and cuddling her with his arm.
“I guess I just don’t want to be alone right now,” she finalized.
“Don’t worry. I ain’t leavin’,” TJ smiled more.
She put her head on his shoulder as he touched her rounded nose, then resting her head lightly on hers, his other arm softly atop her tummy. The hot chocolate was sweet and warming her up quickly, letting a hidden excitement inside her overrun it, cooling away the beverage’s effect with its own warmth. TJ hugged her more, but noticed something different: her stomach seemed a little softer.
“At least it was only a crazy dream,” she seemed to say to herself this time.
His hand still rested on her, knowing for sure that her stomach seemed to get softer and softer… like fat? No, surely not.
“…You really are a great guy after all…”
“Er… Ashley?” A look of panic over his face.
“Mm yeah? You really are taking a liking to my stomach.” Thinking his hand was pressing deeper into her.
“It’s… it’s more like your stomach has taken a liking to my hand!” Rubbing her belly to show her.
“Oh! What do you…” She looked down and found her once flat stomach bulging into a three month pregnant belly. “What’s happening to me?”
“I…I…I dunno,” a shock expression across his face as well, just staring at her bulging stomach, slowly growing fatter… there wasn’t a feeling of excess fat building up, it felt more “light”. Whatever it was, she then felt it in her chest and butt. TJ was more enthralled over her appearance, rubbing her stomach and seeing her boobs and butt begin to puff up.
“What is all this?”
“That’s what I wanna know,” Ashley shrieked.
He stared at her as she bloated more; she wasn’t a heifer like her dream, but Ashley felt herself become more curvatious and ridiculously at that. TJ couldn’t help but notice, his girl turning into a real life Jessica Rabbit but even he knew now that was an understatement. Her bloating continued further; her breasts more ample and bouncing with each movement and her butt about as big as the cushion she sat on. Then her arms and legs got into the act, prompting TJ to drop his jaws and fumbling to help her stay still.
“Oh my God,” her voice more airy with fear and amazement, “I’m turning into a balloon!” The notation of her legs swelling further and arms softening up and pointing straight out was the cause of her alarm. TJ was still in shock, unable to say anything; just stare… he somehow managed to regain his voice, as if it was starting to crack at the site of puberty.
“What’s… in there,” gently poking her widening belly.
“Ooh!” She let out a jumpy gasp, like she both contacted a static shock and like her back eased up with a gentle finger tip at the same time.
He looked at her reaction and rubbed her again
“Oh… I don’t feel anything inside…”
TJ researched again, poking and prodding, saying to his own thoughts, “Well, it’s gotta be something… Oh my God, Ashley!”
It was his turn to quickly react, as her body expanded and collided into each other, her limbs were fatter and her stomach turning into her rounded body and taking away the look, her entire arms and legs with them, covering them up to her wrists and settled with a locked pop; her ankles also settled in with the same sound. Her “front” and “back” were stood out beyond her vision of her feet; roughly six feet around her frame. Her breasts were perfect orbs, but a few inches bigger or more than usual. TJ looked at her form half orb and oval; Ashley tried to make subtle movements, but only accomplished a waddle at her sides moving back and forth; her once loose fitting fuchsia gown now hugging too tight along her smooth curves, revealing the area where her legs should be.
“TJ! Do something!” Ashley squeaked out, not so much that her voice was a few tones higher like she swallowed helium, but that she lost her voice for so long in the shock of things that she had to say something otherwise she would get lost in herself. TJ found his feet and walked a few steps closer to his rotund girlfriend, unbelievable to the real image as Ashley was of herself; his hands found a place on a smooth surface of her sides, just gently letting the fingers lazily poke in for any sign of air or a bizarre form of skin swelling.
“I can’t believe this,” he mustered, like an archeologist or gemologist in the mist of a great shining discovery. “Human inflation… a person expanding, expanded like a balloon…” These words would seem new to TJ, but it was Ashley caught by surprise, both sounding intelligent and day dreamy.
“What are you talking about?” She looked at him, about ready to stare at him further when TJ turned his body sideways and gave her an immediate kiss of her buoyanter lips. He puckered them closer; feeling like kissing a cloud or an invisible wisp of air that accidentally kissed him back while trekking along its path on torrents and no sign of stopping.
“You… are the most…beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” With his lips loose, and looser than ever, TJ leaned in closer, his arms wrapping tighter. He gave a bit of a squeeze and could’ve sworn he heard a squeak of air. Ashley’s mouth gasped out like she was exhaling puff
“B-beautiful,” Ashley questioned. His hands quieted her down, rubbing all the right spots that gave her a sense of comfort and sensation, tingling and “pulling” in her places; his hands now crossed her breast skin and swiped over her flat n****e, but filled with enough power to jolt her from her crotch to her back.
“Don’t be afraid, Ash. It’s amazing that something like this can happen to the human body. I always thought it was…a fantasy…like I’ve seen before…” He nuzzled in deeper, mouthing a moan and whispered “so comfy”. All the while, Ashley was letting in her own silent and tender moans. She thought of was there ever a pleasure like this? A balloon girl held and groped by a nutty yet lovable guy, while not quiet “fat” fat, her body was as round as could be, but wondered how she was gonna get back to normal or doomed to be a model for Goodyear for a party shop display.
Yet as she was lost in thought, TJ kept squeezing to his delight, with each hugs and bear hugs, squeezes, gropes, he got her down to a smaller orb size; by then her legs were coming back to a tree trunk shape. He played and fiddled with her open navel, feeling some line of thin air escaping, with the bottom hem of her nightgown descending like a curtain on his frisky hand. Over time, she shrunk to a puffy fat woman form, air whistling and wheezing by them from her mouth and pores. Her body slimmed down to its toned and shapely form, her legs decreased in soft mass, her arms came to view, bendable again; her body by the time her mind came back and when she felt TJ hugging less of her and reaching around her more, she was back to her old body. With her one arm free, she reached for his head and poked his top head with her index finger. He looked up and blinked at her, with a smile and expression that can only be called a crap-eating quality grin; he then shook his head back to reality.
“There’s my girl,” hugging her deeper as his arms almost crossed each other. With a quick set of smooth reflexes, he lifted her up off the floor and scooped into his arms, carrying her to her bedroom, stealing a tickle along her bottom foot and he gently laid her out in her bed. She still wasn’t sure what to make of her experience, but it seemed when she was directly staring down a heftyish body that was hers, out of control and left her trapped inside herself, it felt like there was a life preserver that ended up around her. Too small and unable to fit around, it held on and never let go until she could feel her arms again and her legs back to a true standing position. Even still, her dream self saying how much fun it was to be fatter and eating and stomping on miniature movie sets, it was also like how she felt when her stomach first ballooned to waddled over her own inflatable toy self. She wanted it to happen, to sweep away the “too fat” scare, to eat to her hearts content, to grow and fill, to spread her own rolls and fly so to speak. It was a mystery at the moment; one that would have to wait for another time; another night.
Pecking her forehead goodnight, TJ was about to exit the door when she “ahummed” him and wagged her finger back. TJ knew what she wanted and made a slide for the bedside next to her.