>>1303Waking up felt wrong. Normally Josie would be roused by the clamour of her alarm, the insistent beeping shaking her from her slumber in a few moments. Today though… today she drifted slowly out of sleep, struggling to consciousness as though straining to swim to the surface of a pool. She spluttered awake, squinting as the harsh light from her bedroom window blinded her, and struggled to get her bearings.
There was something on top of her, some sort of thick, heavy blanket pressing down on her chest that was making it hard to breathe. Her eyes still screwed up against the sunlight she tried blindly to throw it off, but it seemed somehow caught around her limbs, making it difficult to even raise her arms enough to toss it away. Her breath caught strangely in her throat and she wheezed, confused by the daze of a deep sleep and unable to free herself from this burden that was pinning her to her bed. She was beginning to panic, struggling to make out the shape of the crushing blanket atop her through the lurid glare of morning sunlight. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the light enough to let her make out… skin?
A horrified gulp escaped her as she stared down wide-eyed at the immense, quivering mass of pale flab that was her body, utterly unable to recognise it. Gone was the toned, trim form she was used to, replaced by a sea of bulging folds and fat rolls. Her belly swelled massively up towards the ceiling, a huge sack of flab clinging to her midsection that was almost crushing her with its sheer weight. Her breasts now sagged flabbily off to each side, bloated and enormous and completely unrecognisable as the modest bust she was used to. Her arms were impossibly thick, sagging slabs of flab almost swallowing up her elbows, pathetic muscles burning from the recent exertion. Even her face was fat; she could feel flab clinging around her throat, bunching up into an extra chin as she stared down at the absurdly obese body before her.
This couldn’t be her body. This was her room, her bed, but this wasn’t her body, it couldn’t be… and yet there was the familiar birthmark on her wrist, albeit almost swallowed up by a crease in the soft flab of her wrist, there was the same constellation of freckles across her chest that she’d always had. Her skin was slick with sweat, pale and pallid and stricken by red, spidery stretch marks, but it was undeniably her own.
She finally found her voice and managed to let out a strangled scream, and a moment later her mother hurried into the room. She looked the same as ever, at least – perhaps a little wearier, her face a little more lined with worry, but otherwise the same as Josie remembered her.
“What’s wrong, sweety?” she asked anxiously, and Josie blinked. Her mother hadn’t called her ‘sweety’ in a decade or more. Still, there were more important things to worry about right now.
“I-I’m fat!”
Her mother looked a little sick.
“I know, sweety, I know,” she patted Josie’s fat arm reassuringly, “It’s okay.”
“No! It’s not okay! I-I’m not fat!” Josie squealed. If her chest weren’t crushed under the combined weight of her belly and breasts she’d probably be hyperventilating, “Wh-what happened?”
Her mother sighed, sitting down heavily in the chair next to her daughter’s bed.
“I know, sweety, it’s my fault. I should have had more control over you… I shouldn’t have let it get so bad when you were so young. But you always wanted more, more more, always said you were starving hungry… I felt so bad seeing you hungry. But I know, I should have been stronger…” she rambled, and Josie stared at her without comprehension.
“Wh-what? That’s not… that’s not true! None of that happened!” Josie wailed, managing to heave herself into a sitting position with a mighty effort. She felt the unfamiliar feeling of flab sliding over itself between rolls and folds, her belly slumping over to bury her thighs as she dragged her swollen body into a sitting position on the bed, “H-how am I supposed to go to university like this? I- I don’t think I can even walk!”
“Sweety, you didn’t want to go to university,” her mother said, looking a little concerned, “You wanted to stay here with me. We joked that you’d miss my cooking too much, remember?”
Josie shook her head in horror, feeling flabby chins quiver beneath her jaw with the motion. The pale bulk of her huge, bloated body took up almost half of her vision, spreading out around her on every side. She felt as though she were drowning in a pasty ocean of flab, quivering and wobbling like waves as it was with her panicked breathing.
“I- I have to get my body back. I was- I was thin!”
That made her mother laugh.
“Oh, sweety, you’ve always been my chunky little girl,” she chuckled sadly, “Always one hand in the cookie jar. I should have punished you for it, but you were so cute… cute, but never thin.”
“I was! I was- I was thin…” Josie wheezed, already running out of energy in this new obese form. There was an unfamiliar feeling boiling within her, and after a few moments she realised that it was a ravenous hunger, a hunger far stronger than any she’d felt before. Her mother seemed to read her mind, quickly jumping to her feet.
“Ah, your breakfast! I’ll go and get it. Pancakes and syrup today. I hope you’re hungry - I made extra, since you complained that it wasn’t enough last time. I’ll bring it up for you, don’t worry.”
And before Josie could stop her she was gone, vanished down the stairs to fetch whatever sort of breakfast could leave a nineteen year old girl so obese that she could hardly sit up in bed without help.
This… this couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t fat! This must just be some horrendous dream. She thought back on the past few days, remembering the preparations for uni, the trips to the gym and the sensible meals… but somehow they already seemed blurry, overpowered by the gnawing ache of hunger writhing deep inside her enormous, swollen form. She had to find a way back to her thin body, her real body, she stressed urgently to herself – but her train of thought was interrupted as her mother reappeared with a platter of pancakes, and the divine smell of sweet, fatty food swept over her, obliterating anything in her mind but the burning urge to gorge.
not mine but found it on the old bbw-chan site
