<span class="title"><div style="text-align: center;">''Prologue - Annah''</div></span>
Pie fills the breakfast plate in front of you, chunks of peach surrounded by flaky dough. The taste sours in your mouth as you swallow the first bite.
You've made a horrible mistake.
The strange bubbling feeling trickles down your throat and blooms in your stomach, rushing outwards to the tip of each limb. The throbbing sensation soon fills every inch of your skin, then it decides to make more. Your morning gown swells with fat as your entire body begins expanding. The feeling is as confusing as it is stimulating, and it takes you a second to realize what is happening. You instinctively grab your distented stomach and try to force it down, but the inflation easily pushes your hands away.
The others at the table are engrossed in conversation, and you pray that they don't notice what's happening. But your gown can only take so much before the seams burst, and the terrible ripping sound brings breakfast to an end. You hear a scream from your mother, and panicked conversation as the servants rush to their feet.
It feels like you've doubled in size by the time they reach you, and whatever's happening isn't going to slow down. More and more skin pulses across your body like a heartbeat. Your gown is in tatters, hanging on by threads around your neck and shoulders, and your underwear is painfully tight. Now surrounded by your servants, you're feeling more and more naked by the second.
[[Stay seated and cover yourself up.]]
[[Try to stand up from your chair.]]Most of the magic that plagues the countryside is imagined, usually invented to entertain or scare children, but some is undeniably real. It seems like every week comes with another bizarre transformation - a young woman who grew elderly overnight, a farmer who began dissolving in the rain, a fisherman who woke up to find his right and left hands reversed. More than anywhere else in the kingdom, the northern villages are overgrown with latent hexes and witchcraft.
You've made a living and a reputation for yourself by curing these ailments around the countryside, restoring people to their former lives as best you can. The guild of healers was established over a century ago, and the temple clerics dedicate their lives to reversing transformative magic. Most symptoms are only minor impairments that can be corrected, leaving your patients with a good story to tell at parties, but sometimes a curse is simply overwhelming. Your job still has its surprises.
This afternoon's visitor was a breathless messenger who brought you a carriage, a considerable advance payment, and descriptions of a woman who had grown to the size of a house.
[[You climb aboard, and the two of you set off down the cobblestone road.]]Your driver isn't too interested in conversation. The older man stays focused on the road ahead, staring vacantly and ignoring your comments. Eventually he seems to wake up, and you get a few sentences about your assignment. He mumbles that the woman is named Annah, that she helps run the farm, that everyone loves her company, that she's a wonderful cook of various pastries... that something happened at breakfast. The man trails off and slouches down into the carriage seat. You probably won't be getting more than that.
You're used to awkward silences. Your job mainly deals with situations that have never happened before and will never happen again, so there isn't much to say beyond the obvious. People don't want to hear about the magic inside their family member, or the healing transmutations developed by your guild, they just want the day to be over and everything returned to normal.
The two of you ride in silence for the next few hours.
The summer sun is beginning to set as you and the driver arrive at your client's manor, a large farmstead deep within the countryside. The fields are bordered with tall hedges and stone walls, marking the boundaries of each family's estate. Wagons full of produce from these farms roll into the city every day, but it's been a long time since you've traveled out this far.
The first step of your job is usually asking where the patient is, but as your carriage rolls past the farmstead's iron gate and you look up from your journal, [[you realize that won't be necessary.]] Between the manor house and a two-story barn lies an enormous mound, larger than either building. You don't immediately recognize it as human, but you know the structure could only be Annah.
The old man keeps his head down. The horse pulls you up the road until it can go no further, the dirt path blocked by the wall of flesh. You leap down from the carriage, then rush towards the mound and rest a hand on what is unmistakably skin. The hand sinks gently into the supple fat, then bounces back with familiar pressure. Your heart races. This woman is swollen beyond imagination, into something more geometric than human. Raised upwards on vast slabs of blubber that squish together into grotesque folds.
From your position on the ground, it isn't immediately obvious which direction the poor girl is even facing. [[Is this too much for one person to fix?]]
You decide to look around some more, hoping for inspiration. This estate probably had a beautifully maintained lawn, but it is now almost completely... occupied. Annah's body flows from the road all the way back to the barn's front door, the sturdy walls confining it for the moment. This all happened in less than a day, how large would she get in a week?
It's fortunate that she had run outdoors as the growth started. That old man might have needed to find an architect as well.
A few potential treatments start coming to mind, but you are interrupted by [[a shout from the manor house]].From around the slope of Annah's stomach(?), you see an old woman hurrying towards you, holding the hem of her dress as she runs. You know of her by reputation, the outgoing widower who keeps up the farm's business along with her two daughters, but tonight you only see a frightened mother. She approaches you and falters. It takes a moment to collect herself. <span class="annah">"You're the healer, aren't you? I'm sorry to make you come all this way, but-"</span>
The woman glances up at the structure that used to be her daughter. She clearly hadn't chosen her words for this moment, or maybe she had given up after realizing it was impossible. People simply don't swell up with countless tons of lard, especially the people you care about. You take her trembling hand and decide that she needs to hear a small lie.
<<linkreplace "\"I've dealt with much worse than this, madam.\"" t8n>><span class="healer">"I've dealt with much worse than this, madam."</span> This is well beyond anything you've treated, but she certainly doesn't need to hear that right now. <span class="healer">"Everything is going to be just fine. Tell me, is Annah still growing larger? Any change in the last hour?"</span>
That seemed to give her some confidence. The woman catches her breath and looks back at you. <span class="annah">"I'm afraid so. She just recently started blocking the road. Should this have stopped by now? Is that a bad sign?"</span>
<span class="healer">"Quite the opposite,"</span> you say, telling the truth this time. <span class="healer">"If the magic is active, it means your daughter is still alive and well. I'll get right to work."</span>
The driver who brought you to the farm gestures to Annah's mother, asking for assistance with the horse. The two of them leave you in the yard. Despite standing next to more human than you ever have before, you have an odd sense of lonliness.
[[Enough stalling. It's time to get started.]]
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There are two common methods to reverse this type of magical transformation, and both involve the subject's head.
In simple cases, a precise blend of smelling salts will flush any curse's reagents from the body within a few hours. If more intervention is needed, the guild has developed a healing ritual. Healer and patient both drink a custom-brewed elixer, then a brief initiation binds their bodies together. Afterwards, grasping the afflicted's head with both hands allows the healer to peer inside the body and manually purify any hexes. This usually leaves the patient feeling quite sore, not to mention the embarrassment of a stranger intimately knowing every inch of their body inside and out, but the results are worth it.
Unfortunately, Annah's head is currently somewhere at the top of this mountain. You'll need to do some climbing.
You lean against the lowest shelf of fat, what you suspect would normally be part of her left leg, and test how pliable this new body is. It feels firm enough to support your weight, so you take a seat and lean down to remove your muddy boots. This woman has been through enough indignity without you trodding on her.
With your boots off, you shoulder your satchel of healing supplies and look at the path ahead. It would be fastest to simply [[start climbing up the wall of flesh]].
You're not in the best of shape though, so it might be safer to [[take the long way]]. The skin here slopes upward to your left, forming a narrow path against the cliffside of Annah's leg. Author's note: this is a kink story about rapid weight gain and hyper-obesity. You probably knew what you were clicking on. Some parts are less sexy and more sci-fi/body horror, but that all depends on what you're into.
There's a total of five endings, and about 16,000 words in total. If you have any suggestions for potential gameplay, dialogue options, branching story, formatting, etc, I'd love some feedback on the Weight Gaming thread.
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[[Click here to begin.|Intro]]
Annah's body is a natural stepladder, albeit one that sags downward as you put your weight on each roll of fat. The ripples of blubber across her leg provide enough handholds to climb without too much effort. You soon pull yourself onto a protruding ledge, perhaps twenty feet off the ground but still far from your goal.
The ledge seems to hold a puddle of water, but the distinct smell quickly corrects you. From above, you watch a steady stream of what can only be Annah's sweat follow a sloped roll downwards then form a small waterfall into this natural trough. There must be several acres of skin here, all doing its best to cool off. If she's been outside for all of a summer's day...
As you shift the rest of your weight onto this ledge, it sags down just enough to open the floodgates. You stare as a river of her sweat cascades down the rolls of fat until it pools on the grass below.
This isn't the most disgusting thing you've seen a human body do, but it's close.
[[Continue climbing...|Halfway up]]You see a distinct mound of rolls stacked on each other, leading to a single point. Taking a few careful steps closer, you see about half of Annah's left hand. Five bloated fingers stand in the air helplessly.
You attempt to push down on the nearby fat to reveal more, only to realize that her palm is swollen into a nearly spherical shape. Can hands get this fat? This looks more someone's stomach decided to start growing fingers. Without any other context, you might assume that somebody was swallowed by a crevasse of flesh and could only reach out with a single arm.
After staring in disbelief for nearly a minute, you realize the fingers are moving. Annah is awake! You rush forward and interlace your fingers together with hers. Soon enough, the hand squeezes yours, to the extent that it can.
The two of you share a moment in this very strange introduction, holding hands but unable to speak to each other.
Meeting people is often awkward in your line of work.
It occurs to you that if this is Annah's hand, then her head must be nearby. [[You notice a tuft of blonde hair]] rising from a cleft between two rolls... Annah's eyes and nose are about the only things you recognize as human. Her cheeks are each the size of fattened sows, smashed together in front of her to block the lower half of her face. You can barely identify the skin you're kneeling on as her chin, swollen larger than a pregnant belly and resting on stacks of what must be neck fat. A mound of blubber sprawls behind her, buttressing her head upright to lean slightly forward. Just as you feared, her mouth is buried somewhere in the mess. Fixing this was going to be difficult.
You turn back to Annah's face. Brown eyes stare up at you, forced into a squint by a forehead with more fat than your entire body. She blinks a few times, which you interpret as a greeting.
Something occurs to you before you begin your speech, and you move to check the side of her head. Sure enough, her cheek and neck rolls have combined to completely entomb her ears.
The weight is a struggle, but you can hold the rolls just far apart enough for a conversation. You dig in your satchel for something sturdy and retrieve your journal, a leather-bound codex of all the magical ailments you've seen over the years. Nothing in these pages is remotely similar to what you've seen today, so this book will only help by wedging apart the slabs of fat beside Annah's ear.
Now that she can hear you, [[it's time to properly introduce yourself]].Meeting a new client is something you've done dozens of times, and you feel your confidence returning. You lean close to her face and speak loudly while making eye contact, praying that she can hear you. <span class="healer">"Annah, your mother brought me here to help you. I am a healer who specializes in fixing this... uh, sort of thing."</span> Not a great time to stumble over your words. <span class="healer">"You will be back to normal soon. Everything will be just fine."</span>
Her eyes scan your face, left and right, and she blinks a few more times. Probably the only muscles in her body that are still useful.
You rest your satchel on the dome of her chin. She clearly can't talk, so you'll need to improvise.
<span class="healer">"Before we start, I want to ask you a few questions, yes or no."</span> You raise your arms in front of Annah's eyes, and wave your left hand slowly. <span class="healer">"If you want to answer yes, look at this hand and blink."</span> Now moving your right hand, you continue, <span class="healer">"If you want to answer no, look at //this// hand and blink. Annah, do you understand?"</span>
She immediately looks at your left hand and blinks yes. [[A good start, all things considered.]]You recite a brief description of the ritual to Annah: two simple potions, then a spell to peer inside her body and dispell the curse from the inside out. People usually have about a half-dozen questions, sometimes with some indignation about you technically seeing them naked, but everybody thus far has agreed to the process.
Two small vials are strapped to the inside wall of your satchel. You remove the first, a pale red fluid splashing inside, then present it to desperate eyes. <span class="healer">"Alright, here is the potion that you need to drink. If I get this into your mouth, do you think you can swallow all of it?"</span> Again you hold up both hands, and Annah's gaze moves to your left hand. After a few seconds, she slowly blinks yes. <span class="healer">"Good. This is going to feel strange, but it's the first step in helping you."</span>
You rise from your kneeling position on her chin, and take a step downhill. You carefully hold the glass vial in your mouth for now - [[you're going to need both hands for this]]. You brace yourself on Annah's neck fat, then push your shoulder into her right cheek, shifting it upwards a few inches from her chin. There's just enough room, and you blindly reach a hand into the crevice that hopefully leads to her mouth. It swallows your entire forearm, but you soon touch what are unmistakably teeth. With a bit of fumbling, you manage to bring the vial to Annah's open mouth and pour the red liquid inside.
The entire process leaves you winded, and in the summer heat you're not sure how much of this sweat is Annah's and how much is yours. At least you won't have to do that again.
You return to your satchel and bring out a vial of clear liquid, the complementary potion in the ritual. The clerics who taught you this practice believe the only way to truly cure a patient is to travel deep within them, cutting out the curse from the inside. With the proper connection, a healer's focus can be anywhere in the body, bypassing any physical intervention. It's a strange feeling that people never really get used to. You drink the liquid, ignoring the bitter taste, and replace the cap on the vial.
Trusting that Annah swallowed her potion as promised, you take a deep breath and prepare for the initiation. The feeling of reaching inside someone's body is different every time, and in this case there is quite of lot of body.
You slowly exhale, then [[lay one hand on each cheek]].The spell is immediately overwhelming, ripping you away from Annah.
The farmstead is gone, and your job is over.
You awaken in darkness, floating through empty space. Your physical self stretches in protest, finally ripping away from your mind then drifting away into the void. The strange magics of this dimension come to life, and you can only watch from a distance.
Your body is assaulted by gluttony. Drowning in an ocean of creamy lard, gorging itself at an endless feast, swelling with sweet milk from a leaking breast, moaning in an orgy of shameless obesity, stretching larger as a parade of pastries marches into its mouth, a swirl of experiences forcing themselves inside and taking shape.
The scenes blur together and repeat, and the only constant is the angry swell of fat across your body.
Flesh billows outwards and upwards as you watch yourself struggle, sprouting to fill your new home like a force of nature. Once the expansion passes half of your field of view, your brain switches to a new perspective, shrinking rather than growth. The negative space of not-fat is vanishing quickly. Rolls of skin crash into each other like waves, and soon the remaining darkness is completely filled. The final impact jiggles violently before settling down.
Only the sensation of touch comes back to you, every inch of skin crushed against every other inch. Expanded without limit in every direction. The magic is gone now. You are alone inside your new prison.
<<linkreplace "Heavy fat presses down on your eyes. Before you realize what happened, it's over." t8n>> Heavy fat presses down on your eyes. Before you realize what happened, it's over.
<<timed 1s t8n>>...<</timed>>
<<timed 3s t8n>>...<</timed>>
<<timed 5s t8n>>... No, that isn't right. This is someone else's skin.
[[Roll over.]]
<</timed>><</linkreplace>>Your entire body aches, but you manage to roll over onto your back. The night sky greets you, thousands of stars surrounding a full moon.
Your arms idly explore your body for a few minutes, and they finally conclude that there isn't anything new under your clothes. Everything is normal, at least on your end. It seems like you rolled backwards from the top of Annah, then landed in a fold about halfway down.
Initiations usually aren't... whatever that nightmare was. You groan and roll over again, burrowing deeper into this crevice and allowing yourself some time to recover. Cushioned by heavy flesh, you take a second to enjoy the best hug of your life. In any other context you wouldn't mind falling asleep here. Annah's fat makes for a wonderful bed, and she isn't going anywhere...
As you start to remember your professional obligations, you suddenly wonder //exactly// how inappropriate you're being with your client. Are you shoving your face into one of Annah's breasts, or are you somewhere else entirely? The thought jolts you awake, and you climb up to a sitting position. Picking out human features was already difficult, but now that the sun has set, it's impossible to tell where you are. Can she even feel you on her skin, or is her sense of touch totally overloaded?
You've stalled for long enough. It's time to get back to work. The full moon provides you with barely enough light to [[start walking back to Annah's head]]. As you step over the next hurdle of fat, you notice an odd smell in the air. A few steps later, your bare foot feels an unknown liquid, and you drop to your knees. A trickle of something is flowing downfat, and your eyes follow it upstream to a heap of flesh. Rolls squish together with a wet sound as you push into the mound, and a rush of milk splashes across your ankles.
People's bodies sometimes react poorly to the ritual, but this is the first time you've seen lactation.
The smell of Annah's milk makes you realize how long it's been since your last meal. You only had a small lunch back in the city, and now it must be after midnight. The dryness in your mouth is impossible to ignore. [[Maybe having a little drink won't hurt.]] She surely won't even find out...
... or maybe drinking body fluids from someone you just met isn't a great idea. You're close to Annah's head now, and it's [[only a short walk]]. It's only by looking at Annah through the inside that you fully understand how massive she is.
Your focus begins at her head and travels downward, following her skeleton to her feet, but at that point you haven't even traveled a tenth of the way to the ground. The fat is forcing her limbs to spread apart, and she floats at the top of her body like the stem on an overgrown pumpkin. You've never seen anything like it.
The first step is to remove the active curse that's causing all of this. It's not obvious at this point, but you're pretty sure that Annah has been growing subtly fatter this entire time.
Her stomach vibrates with an odd energy, some sort of hex. It is swelling up and receding several times per second, working itself like a bellows, pumping lard from nowhere into every corner of her body. Your presence floating inside of Annah reaches out with ethereal hands, and you grasp her stomach as it thrashes around. Soon it begins to settle, and the pumping slows down to a crawl. You remove your hands right before it stops completely.
Novice healers occasionally learn that the hard way that not //all// of a curse should be removed, at least not right away. Annah is only alive right now thanks to the magic flowing through her organs. Her lungs are completely useless under this weight, and her heart couldn't pump anywhere near enough blood by itself. The last step of treatment is always, to some extent, trusting that the human body can take over.
Quelling the curse was the easy part, but there's still the matter of restoring Annah to a normal size. You [[drift away from her torso]] into what feels a vast cavern of empty space. Your mind shifts towards the front of Annah, diving into an ocean of viscous lard. There is a particular magical inflammation around you, separate from the natural fat deposits around her torso. You swim further and further and finally reach an impasse, a section of stomach near her belly button. You imagine touching a hand to the wall, now feeling Annah's rolls from the inside. Only a few inches beyond this is the wall of her family's barn, which must be in danger of collapsing at this point. The skin has the same familiar signature of magic, freshly stretched to hold her new form.
You've stalled for long enough, and the work has to be done. You alter your focus, anticipating the magical flesh draining away from Annah. The fat around you begins receding, pulled into nothingness, and soon enough there is a bizarre sort of ocean current running through her body into your hands. Vibrations run through every roll of fat as they slowly recede, flowing towards you like molasses. You maintain the spell for as long as you can, concentrating for nearly ten minutes, then finally allow yourself a break.
... She doesn't //look// any thinner, but at least you know this treatment will work. [[This is going to be a long night.]]
You continue for a few hours, shrinking Annah back to her usual self. The work is clumsy at first, but you soon find a rhythm of excising the fat tissue and folding the extra skin back into itself. You measure your progress by the height of the house's roof, watching it appear to rise above you as Annah shrinks down. Her stomach retreats from the barn wall, and the two of you sink closer to the ground. But more importantly, the blubber around her cheeks has receded, and now you can see her face properly.
Annah is restless now. The feeling of fat tissue vanishing into oblivion would be enough to wake anyone. Under the light of the full moon, she stares up into your eyes. Each of her cheeks is still the size of a ham, but she smiles as much as the fat on her face can allow. You return the smile and try to comfort her. <span class="healer">"Just a little more. You'll be back to normal soon."</span>
It's during this break that you notice another side effect of this treatment. Even though the temperature outside has dropped considerably, Annah is completely drenched in sweat. Apparently the process of pulling her skin together is also pulling everything on it into a single place, and you were surrounded by a thousand bodies worth of grime. Her hair is already totally soaked, matted into wet clumps, and the smell in the air will only get stronger.
Both of you are definitely going to need baths after this.
Focusing on the healing ritual for so long is starting to give you cramps. [[You decide to stretch your legs a little.]]
Annah is small enough now that sitting on her seems a bit rude, and you can nearly reach her head from the ground anyway. You slide down the greasy slope of her stomach and touch dirt for the first time in hours. The ground is slightly warm on your bare feet, and a night under such colossal pressure has permanently flattened the grass.
Walking the perimeter of Annah's body, you see that the treatment is nearly done. She still weighs several tons, around the size of a dozen dairy cows put together, but you remember removing that much fat from a single arm. By the time everyone else wakes up, things will be back to normal.
The sun is coming up now, and your eyes slowly adjust to the morning light. Annah somehow looks even more monstrously obese after hours of work than she did when you arrived. She's now recognizable as human, or at least something that used to be human. Someone walking by might assume that she was ambushed by enormous flesh creatures that smother their prey, and in a sense they'd be right.
A stomach larger than your bed flows across the ground, piling up on itself in three distinct sections. This is framed on either side by enormous sausage-casing legs overflowing with lard, each tied off at the front with an inflated foot and ramping upwards in size to join bulging hips. Annah's arms flow down on each side in rolls, and her breasts fill the bizarre valleys formed by stomach, arm, and leg. Atop this massive pyramid, her face is drowning in neck fat. You watch Annah gape her mouth open and closed, experimenting to see how much movement she's regained.
The sight of this reminds you of the fattest people you've seen while walking around town. Times are relatively prosperous, and a few of your neighbors have happily gorged themselves into obesity. Word has gotten around about the baker's gluttonous new assistant who practically doubled in size over her first year of work, sporting an apron-like belly and doughy thighs, walking with an exaggerated waddle as she carries food around the store. Yet even if a dozen women that size stripped off their clothes and piled on top of each other, Annah would easily dwarf them.
You could spend the next hour marveling at her, but [[your break has gone on long enough]]. Reaching up to Annah's head will be easiest from the back side, so you continue your walk around to her rear. The grass here is slightly muddy where puddles of sweat have pooled, running in streams down the rolls of her back. The smell would be overpowering if you weren't already used to it.
From this angle you see your makeshift stepladder. Annah's thighs flow backwards into a monumental ass, each immense cheek forming a shelf at waist height, together spanning her entire width. Arousal floods back into your brain, with a bit less confusion this time. The two of you could figure something out at this size, right? You imagine Annah sagging forward onto her stomach, ass lifting off the ground, the weight of each cheek pulling them apart...
... don't get too distracted. The job is almost done. You reach up with a muddy foot on one side, then the other, hoping she won't mind the additional dirt. Matted blonde hair hangs down in front of you, and you push it aside with both hands to grasp the sides of her head.
[[For the last time, your mind enters her body.]]
Your focus feels Annah swinging her arms around, releasing the stiffness that accumulated overnight. She opens her mouth and starts to speak, but nothing comes out. A brace of magic is still wrapped around her diaphragm. You return to your body and clear your voice.
<span class="healer">"You're doing great, Annah. Listen, there's just one step left. You still have a little bit of this curse inside of you. Nothing dangerous, but you can think of it like having magical lungs instead of your normal ones. As soon as I remove it, you're going to need to start breathing like normal."</span> You take a deep breath yourself, calming some of your growing anxiety. <span class="healer">"This will probably feel painful, but I know you can do it. Are you ready to start?"</span>
A few seconds go by. The head in your hands nods yes, down and up, twice. She's ready, or thinks she is. <span class="healer">"Alright. Three, two, one..."</span>
Your focus reaches within her, [[sweeping the lingering magic from her organs in a single motion]]. You feel yourself ripped out of Annah's body as she lurches forward, leaving your hands and collapsing forward into a kneeling position, retching and gasping for air. Confusion gives way to panic as her body surges back to life, heart beating, stomach churning, everything demanding oxygen at the same time. She crawls ahead a few feet in the grass before curling into a ball, then closes her eyes and wheezes with the largest breaths that her crushed lungs can manage.
A hand instinctively reaches out for help, and you reach down to grasp it.
You and Annah sit together in the flattened grass as she recovers, her hand in yours. Her breaths soon become quieter, then slower, and after a few minutes she opens her eyes. You sigh with relief and allow yourself to relax. She'll be fine. No permanent damage.
Now that your work is done, [[you start thinking about cleanup]]. The morning sun has fully risen now, and this poor woman probably shouldn't be naked on her front lawn. You rise to your feet, squeezing Annah's hand in a promise that you'll be back soon, and walk over to your satchel. At some point during the night, it had fallen off of her body into the mud. You can get this cleaned later, but for now you grab the rolled-up towel from its straps at the bottom.
Healers carry all sorts of tools, but this ragged towel has been the most consistently useful to you. (Towels like this one, anyway. You've had to replace it more than once.) Sometimes a job needs some cloth for a bandage, or a rag to sop up a mess, or just something to keep a person modest.
You hear a loud groan and turn back towards Annah. She is on her hands and knees now, and there is a mess of black liquid in the dirt in front of her - the remnants of the curse living in her stomach, leaving the hard way. Some of it ended up in her hair, as it drapes in front of her and nearly touches the ground. She already had enough reasons to take a bath - one more doesn't seem to matter.
You gently spread the towel over her back, then take a seat on the ground next to her. After a few moments, she grips it around herself like a cloak and leans back into a cross-legged position. She idly pushes the hair out of her face, and for the first time you see how truly exhausted she is. Brown eyes stare forward blankly, towards nothing in particular.
You've never been particularly good at talking to patients, because it's so often hard to find the words for an absurd situation. You settle for generic sympathy. [["I'm sorry you had to go through all of this."]]<span class="healer">"I'm sorry you had to go through all of this."</span> Annah lifts her head as you speak. <span class="healer">"I... Your mother sent for me as soon as she could."</span>
A few moments pass in silence. Her response takes some effort. <span class="annah">"Thank... you."</span> After nearly a day being crushed on all sides, her throat can barely get the words out. She drops her head down and coughs.
<span class="healer">"No trouble at all. You're not the first person I've helped lose some weight."</span> Technically a lie, but it will hopefully make her feel better. Nobody at the healer's guild has seen anybody swell up with fat, much less to the size of a building.
Annah coughs again and looks you in the eyes. <span class="annah">"How... big was I? It was... hard to tell."</span>
You gesture around at the flattened greenery on the lawn. The two of you are sitting at the center of a nearly circular crater, grass and flowers compressed into place by countless tons of pressure then soaked with a flood of sweat. Annah turns her head around to survey the damage, and her eyes grow wide with realization.
[["Let's just say it was a good thing you ran outside."]] You're surprised to hear a laugh from Annah. She rubs her face with both hands then looks at you sheepishly, clearly in a better mood. <span class="annah">"I guess, ah... I shouldn't have eaten that."</span>
<span class="healer">"Eaten what? I never got the story of what happened."</span>
She extends both legs in front of her, then stretches forward with both arms. A few moments pass as she breathes deeply. Her voice sounds a little better now.
<<set $count to 3>><span id="dialogue"><span class="annah">"There's not much to tell. I was excited about this peach that I found in the forest, and I baked it into a pie, and th-"</span> She catches herself, and the two of you sit in silence for a few moments. The rest of the story is obvious enough.
<span class="annah">"Just a stupid mistake."</span></span>
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<span class="healer">"So... you found some mysterious fruit out in the woods?"</span>
Annah tilts her head back and stares up at the morning sky. <span class="annah">"It was just like what people warn you about with these curses. Delicious looking peach, all by itself on a tree, ripe and sitting right at eye level... You could smell it in the air half a mile away."</span> She laughs quietly to herself. <span class="annah">"I really should have seen this coming."</span>
<span class="healer">"Magic has its own way of sneaking up on people. Trust me, I've heard much more embarrassing stories."</span>
You're not sure if she believes you, but she smiles back all the same. <span class="annah">"I'm sure."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes, eventually moving away from supernatural weight gain. You share some stories from the city, and she rambles on about farm life. The house apparently hasn't woken up yet, so [[the two of you take the time to relax as the sun comes up]]. <</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>><<linkreplace "\n\"How did you get interested in baking?\"">><<append "#dialogue">>
<span class="healer">"How did you get interested in baking?"</span>
Annah perks up at the question. <span class="annah">"Oh it was years ago, when my parents brought back a sack of sugar from the city market. We spent weeks making muffins, scones, pies... that was supposed to just be a treat for my birthday, but I begged them to buy some more sugar."</span> She grins at the memory and pushes some hair out of her eyes. <span class="annah">"Soon enough, I was in charge of desserts."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes, eventually moving away from supernatural weight gain. You share some stories from the city, and she rambles on about farm life. The house apparently hasn't woken up yet, so [[the two of you take the time to relax as the sun comes up]]. <</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>><<linkreplace "\n\"What do you think happened to the rest of that pie?\"">><<append "#dialogue">>
<span class="healer">"What do you think happened to the rest of that pie?"</span>
<span class="annah">"It's all burned to ashes, probably. My sister is superstitious, and she'll take any excuse to throw something into the fireplace."</span> She glances up towards the house, checking if anybody has woken up yet. <span class="annah">"Honestly, I think she just likes playing with fire."</span>
<span class="healer">"If there's any left, I know a few people who would love to do a little research."</span> Your old mentor occasionally hosts "experiments" at the academy, exposing brave volunteers to magic in a controlled setting. It's never been clear to you what these experiments are trying to prove, but they sure are entertaining. Hopefully he has enough sense to do this one outside.
Annah picks up the sarcasm in your voice. <span class="annah">"Oh yes, //research//. I'm sure my pie would lead to some exciting discoveries."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes, eventually moving away from supernatural weight gain. You share some stories from the city, and she rambles on about farm life. The house apparently hasn't woken up yet, so [[the two of you take the time to relax as the sun comes up]]. <</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>>
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In your peripheral vision, you notice her crouching down. Her head jerks forward and lowers to the ground. She seems to be vomiting again.
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<span class="slow"><<timed 9s t8n>>[[Annah!]]<</timed>></span>You burst upwards from a sitting position and rush to Annah's side, nearly tackling her, thrusting your hands onto the sides of her head, diving inside in one fluid motion. Sure enough, the same curse is back in her stomach. You purify every trace of the magic, sweeping through a second and third time, then a fourth. Just to make sure.
Her body stops growing. For a few seconds, everything is still.
Before you can shrink Annah once again, you feel her heavy breaths start to turn into sobbing. She wordlessly grabs for your hands, and you [[help her up into a kneeling position]].So much has changed in only about ten seconds. Her body is perhaps five or six hundred pounds, fat but not impossibly so. A newly-grown belly sits between bulging thighs and nearly brushes against the ground. Inflated breasts sag into her elbows on either side. Most of her skin is still vibrating with magic, stretching in anticipation of new blubber. Chubby hands move to cover her face in shame.
This is a hell of a mistake. You don't get a chance to apologize before Annah suddenly throws herself forward and wraps both arms around you, shoving every pound of fat against your body.
It feels like she's tackling you to the ground, but the two of you instead settle into a hug. Her head rests under your chin, and the smell of dirty hair fills your nostrils. She squeezes your chest with pillowy arms, and you can only reach your arms around her in return.
Apologies can come later. Everything is quiet again. You close your eyes.
It's hard to say how much time passes. Contradicting thoughts swirl around your mind. The exhaustion after a sleepless night of work, the professional guilt of embracing a naked client, the fear that you might not be able to ever cure her transformation permanently, the comfort of holding her against your chest, the elation of meeting a new lover. All but one of those thoughts disappear as Annah lifts her head up to yours, following your neck upwards until your mouths are inches away.
Your hands move up to the back of Annah's head, and the massive stomach separating the two of you begins to shrink as your lips meet. Her body returns to normal within seconds, but neither of you seem to notice. She slowly follows you down to the grass.
The kiss only ends when you both realize how painfully dry your mouths are. You've both gone nearly a day without any proper meals, but the kitchen staff should be awake by now. There will be a morning full of awkward questions at breakfast, concern from Annah's mother, discussion of payment for your services... but this is the first time you haven't wanted a job to end.
Surely this house is be big enough to have a guest room. You finally break the silence with the sentence that starts your new life together.
<span class="healer">"I suppose I should stay with you for a few days, just in case."</span>
<div class="center">''Ending #1 - Cured''
[[Return to previous choice|For the last time, your mind enters her body.]]
[[Back to menu|Start Menu]]</div>Annah yawns loudly, and you can't help but yawn yourself. It's been a long night. She coughs again, and pushes her head into your shoulder. <span class="annah">"You don't have any medicine in that bag, do you? I feel like shit."</span>
<span class="healer">"I have some things that will help. But you should probably spend the next few days in bed."</span>
You feel her move under your arm. Annah leans forward and slowly climbs to her feet, wobbling slightly. She takes a few careful steps to find her balance, then paces in a circle in front of you. It must feel good to walk again. The towel drapes around her and drags in the wet grass.
In your head, you start writing a report for the healer's guild. Magic that creates matter from nothing is quite unusual, especially at this scale, and it's a miracle that the usual treatments worked. The clerics will want to know what happened here.
<span class="annah">"Oh... I really liked these."</span>
You look up and see Annah holding up a scrap of fabric. Of course her clothes would have been shredded to pieces during her... expansion. The visual of that scene lingers in your head a little too long.
This was a real mess, like nothing you've seen before. Was her transformation related to the curse that duplicates body parts? What about that man who doubled his height, and was trapped in his home? Questions bounced around your head.
Lost in thought, [[you barely notice Annah dropping to her hands and knees]].You can get some new clothes. You aren't //that// fat. This will all be over soon. You cover your face with your hands and focus on calming down, but a cracking sound from your chair catches your attention.
A wooden leg snaps. The full weight of your body drops to the floor.
You feel slightly thinner as you fall, as your massive belly lifts from your lap for just a second, but crashing down to the ground is a painful reminder of how much you've grown. Your gut loudly slaps against your thighs, and the heavy cushioning of your ass feels like a second chair that you landed on.
The rest of your gown burst apart as you landed, and it will only be a matter of time before you're completely naked. You look down and see someone else's body, a portrait of utter obesity. Your swollen breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath, and the massive slab of blubber beneath them sprawls across your growing lap. How could a single bite of food do this to someone?
Two servants help you to your feet, their fingers sinking into the flab on your arms. Someone is shouting instructions at you, as though they have any idea what to do in this situation. You can barely understand them in the chaos. Your brain is scrambling for a solution, and your only idea is to get away from here while you still can.
[[Walk towards your bedroom.]]
[[Walk outside onto the lawn.]]It takes more effort than you expect, but you manage to awkwardly rise to your feet. Your legs can barely carry the immense weight, and you lean on a servant's arm for support. You gasp for air, both from panic and from the physical exertion.
Another surge of fat piles onto your body, and your gown falls to the floor. You look down and don't recognize a single part of yourself. Swollen breasts sag across your torso, framing the dome of a stomach that hangs down like a sack of flour. There's no hope of seeing your feet. You move to cover your chest in an attempt at dignity, and the blubber on your arm jiggles wildly before settling down.
How did this all happen? What was in that pie?
Someone is shouting instructions at you, as though they have any idea what to do in this situation. You can barely understand them in the chaos. Your brain is scrambling for a solution, and your only idea is to get away from here while you still can.
[[Walk towards your bedroom.]]
[[Walk outside onto the lawn.]]Your legs tremble under so much weight, but you can still walk for the moment. After a few awkward steps, you settle into a steady waddle and make your way down the hallway.
The floorboards creak as you stumble into your bedroom. It's a modest room that barely fits your bed, but it's your refuge from the rest of the world and it's exactly what you need right now. You take a second to catch your breath, then heave yourself onto the bed face-down. The pillowy stomach underneath you gurgles as it continues to swell, but this can't keep going forever.
Jumbled conversations are echoing outside your room, the rest of your family still panicking. But you've convinced yourself that the worst is over.
You start to doubt yourself more and more. Your underwear bursts off with a snap, freeing some pressure from your pudgy hips. When the creaking of your bed grows louder and the frame finally collapses under your bulk, the fear starts creeping in. When you realize you're too fat to move, it's painfully clear that you aren't going to stop growing.
If anything, this is speeding up, and now [[you can only wait for the inevitable]].It takes a few awkward steps to understand your new body, but you manage to stumble towards the front door leading outside. One foot at a time, hauling the blubber on each leg around in an exaggerated waddle. As you move outside onto the porch, a cushioned hip crashes into the door frame and you nearly lose your balance. How big are you now? Doesn't matter. You have to keep moving.
<<linkreplace "Step with your right foot" t8n>>It feels intuitive to cradle your belly with both hands as you walk. The massive weight on your torso pulls you forward in a way that helps as much as it hinders you.
<<linkreplace "left foot" t8n>>You can't see your feet anymore, but you can still feel the touch of grass. Somewhere behind you, your family is piling through the front door.
<<linkreplace "right foot" t8n>>Tremendous rolls of fat swaddle your legs now, and you feel them continue to jiggle even after you plant your feet. It's getting harder to maneuver your thighs around each other.
<<linkreplace "left foot" t8n>>The discomfort around your hips suddenly disappears, and your ass sags even further down the back of your thighs. That must have been your underwear finally giving up.
<<linkreplace "right foot..." t8n>>This step took a lot longer than the last. You can still feel yourself expanding by the second, and your legs can only carry so much.
<<linkreplace "left foot...?" t8n>>The growth finally outpaces your adrenaline. Your knees buckle and you collapse into a sitting position, but it's a shorter fall to the ground than you expect. The cushion of blubber takes a few seconds to stop jiggling.
That was the last time you'll ever sit down.
Everyone is crowding around you now, and panic is being replaced with despair. They've all watched someone explode in a matter of minutes. The naked woman on the front lawn is swelling faster, now a mound of pale flesh that's no longer recognizable as human. You try to call out to them, but the crushing weight on your lungs makes it impossible to get anything out. You can only make eye contact with your mother as she watches you grow, until she disappears behind a mound of belly fat.
Welcome to your new life. With nothing else to occupy your mind, you count the milestones. The last time you'll ever move your legs. The last time you'll ever move your arms. The last time you'll ever turn your head.
It's oddly relaxing once you accept your fate. The ocean of fat around you feels like a warm embrace. You feel a deep sense of peace. No more responsibilities, no work to do. But an eternity later, an odd feeling startles you awake.
Someone is climbing up the side of your body...
<div style="text-align: center;">''The Colossus Curse''
[[Begin Story]]</div>
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The next hour passes quietly, alone with only the bubbling feeling of expansion. The growing mountain of your stomach pushes you slowly towards the ceiling, and you drown in obesity.
Rolls of fat from your back have started flowing down over your head, and your breasts have completely replaced the mattress underneath your head. You can only wiggle your fingers helplessly, your arms now too burduned to move. There is still a vague sense of touch on your outer extremities, and they have clearly reached the four edges of your bedroom. Your skin compresses against itself. The walls are starting to bend.
Is anybody still here with you? You don't hear any voices, so you can only guess that everyone is watching from a distance...
It's impossible to keep track of time, but it feels like another hour before the first wall gives way. You feel yourself flow backwards into the hallway, and the blanket of flesh over your head recedes for the moment. It doesn't last, of course, and you're soon smothered again under your own corpulence. This time you feel a much greater pressure, your expansion now confined by the sturdy wooden beams of the house's framework. You are increasingly compressed on all sides, your useless limbs crying out in pain, your head crushed down into your own flattened breasts.
Finally, there is relief. You can't hear the destruction, but you immediately feel the shockwaves jiggling throughout what's become of your body.
In the haze of your thoughts, buried within a hundred tons of fat, you wonder what comes next. Another hundred tons, most likely. It would take a miracle to fix this.
<div style="text-align: center;">''Bad Ending #1 - Bedroom''
[[Return to beginning|Intro]]</div>Annah's skin feels greasy under your bare feet, thanks to a full summer day's worth of sweat and oil. You stumble a few times as your foot slides downhill, but you soon find a rhythm and make good progress up the slope, one hand against the wall for support. At a cleft formed where two fat rolls combine, you reach a leg up to a higher path.
For a brief moment, you forget that this is all part of someone's body.
[[Continue walking...]]Something suddenly rumbles from deep within Annah. The mass of fat around you vibrates with surprising force, and you instinctively drop down onto your stomach. Pressing your ear against her skin, you hear a muffled gurgling noise echo several times before dissipating, and the vibration finally stops.
Was that a burst of magic, growing her even larger? Or something like an earthquake, from an unstable shelf of fat crashing onto another? Or perhaps it was simply gas.
[[You climb to your feet and resume walking.|Halfway up]]You're now about halfway up Annah's body, standing on a ridge where three distinct masses of blubber are fighting for space. Your best guess is that this is part of her left hip. You sit down and set your satchel beside you, taking a few minutes to rest.
Healing people usually doesn't involve this much exercise. You notice yourself breathing heavier, both from exertion and from the stress building in your mind. Can something like this be cured, by you or by anyone? Is Annah too far gone? Maybe you should have gone back to the guild for help...
The skin here feels surprisingly cool to the touch, probably from a lack of blood flow. Even with magical aid, a human heart would struggle to support a thousand bodies worth of fat tissue. You hope there won't be any permanent damage to Annah's health, but only time will tell.
A mountain of obesity still looms above you. The closest thing you see to a path would be quite the detour, but you could [[walk up the slopes to the front of Annah's body]].
However... your eye is drawn to the natural handholds formed by smaller fat rolls. A valley between two opposing slabs of flesh leads straight upwards, and it's only a relatively short distance to the top. [[It might be worth risking the climb.]] Nearing the top of Annah's stomach, it suddenly occurs to you that her skin looks impossibly smooth.
You stop to look closer at the flab beneach you, crouching down on one knee. There are virtually no pores or hair here, only one visible every foot or two. It seems like whatever force is expanding her body is simply spreading everything out, rather than creating new skin and everything that comes with it. You also haven't seen a single stretch mark so far, nor any kind of discoloration.
The healers back home will probably find this all fascinating, but you still have work to do.
[[Continue walking...|Walking two]]The climbing isn't too difficult, especially now that you're so familiar with the sensation of Annah's fat squishing into your hands. You find a rhythm with each handhold, left and right. It's a little concerning that a stranger's monstrously obese body already feels like home to you, but that's something you can come to terms with later. Your foot digs into another cleft on her skin, and you push yourself higher.
This is probably arm skin at this point, or maybe back skin. Or maybe words like "arm" and "back" should be reserved for people who still look like people.
[[Continue climbing...]]Annah's belly sprawls around you. This section must fill nearly an acre, relatively flat with occasional terracing of stomach rolls on top of each other. One direction slopes up towards her head, and the other drops off steeply towards the ground. Not a belly button in sight, but it must be somewhere around here.
The sun is beginning to set now. This will certainly be an all-night job, though you thankfully don't need much light to work by.
You're tempted to walk normally, but it takes some practice to move on a mountain of blubber. Every step squishes into her, and Annah's entire body seems to be rocking back and forth like a boat at sea. This is only made worse by a slight feeling of vertigo. There is a gentle breeze now, this high off the ground, and you can see the black-tarred roof of the barn at eye level.
Putting one foot in front of the other, you start thinking of how to introduce yourself to Annah. The shock of seeing this transformation has worn off, and you're now instead distracted by the fact that you've //technically// been touching a naked woman. Logically, two of these enormous sagging mounds that you're walking past must be her breasts? Your brain alternates between arousal and confusion several times before simply giving up. Save those thoughts for later, when she's no longer the size of a building.
As you approach the top, [[something in the ocean of fat catches your eye...]]The next handhold feels unexpectedly wet. A steady trickle of sweat flows down through the maze of rolls. Every inch of skin up here feels slick, but you're so close to the top. You lift your right leg up to a sturdy-looking ridge... and it only gets halfway there.
Your other leg slips, bare foot against oily flesh, and your handholds slide out of your grasp.
The panic of weightlessness only lasts for a few seconds before you crash back down into Annah's hip. It's a soft landing, of course. You barely feel the impact, only a sort of... hug. When the jiggling finally settles down, [[you cautiously open your eyes]]. You're buried nearly up to your chin. Two mounds of flab push on either side of your body, pinning you in place with surprising force. It's hard to take more than a shallow breath until you push against your prison walls with both arms, forcing the skin back a few inches.
Adreneline is still rushing through your body. You breathe slowly, in and out, trying to make sense of what just happened. (Climbing was a terrible idea. When was the last time you climbed something? It doesn't matter now.) Your satchel of supplies is sitting a few feet away from your head. You must have landed directly in a deceptively deep fold, sliding straight between the fatty rolls like a nail into wood.
Could have been worse, all things considered. Time to get out of here.
You push outwards with both legs, each squishing into opposite walls of fat, but the skin is too pliable and slippery against your bare feet. This would probably be easier if you hadn't removed your boots. Your arms turn out to be even less effective, and after thirty seconds of struggling you haven't made any progress at all.
...
This is ridiculous. You didn't travel several hours from the city just to get stuck in a stranger's... armpit? This is something like an armpit. It certainly smells like one.
You try raising both arms above your head, and they reach just far enough to be useful. Now pushing down with your hands while kicking with your feet, you feel your torso finally inch its way upwards towards freedom.
Unfortunately, your celebration gets cut short by the distinct feeling of pressure on top of your head.
You dare to look up. Annah is still growing fatter. This particular roll is flowing forward, slow but unstoppable, like a force of nature. The weight on your head grows heavier with every second that passes. The adrenaline returns, and you flail your limbs in a desparate move to escape, making incremental progress that just barely keeps up with the growth around you. It's hard to say how long you struggle, but eventually you accept that you're falling behind.
Annah's fat now forces itself into your field of vision on all sides. A tunnel of sunlight is all that connects you to the outside world, and you can only watch as it shrinks into a single point before disappearing.
You would be panicking more if this wasn't so intoxicatingly... comfortable. Warm skin hugging you from every direction. A soft cushion to rest your head on. The steady pulse of a heartbeat echoing around you. Things could be worse.
Your only regret is that you never saw Annah's face.
<div style="text-align: center;">''Bad Ending #2 - Buried''
[[Return to last checkpoint|Enough stalling. It's time to get started.]]</div>
You crouch down and dip your cupped hands into the milk, then lean your head down for a sip. The flavor is intense, a rich blend of cream and butter with a hint of saltiness, and you greedily lick your palms clean. Your hands go down for another round, but you suddenly change your mind and lean over to drink from the puddle directly. Several messy gulps later, your clothes are soaked.
The puddle only held so much milk. A minute later, you're down to licking Annah's wet skin like a starving animal.
There has to be more. You throw yourself at the shelf of breast fat that was leaking above you, pawing at the stack of rolls until you find the nipple perched at the top. A steady stream of milk drips down the fat towards you, but that isn't nearly enough. You jump up the fat and plant your mouth directly on her nipple, then drink deeply.
This was made for you. Her flow increases to match your thirst, and you gulp down mouthfuls of wonderful milk faster and faster.
The milk begins forcing itself directly into your stomach, and you feel your throat fully relax. The world seems to fall away as you drink. You don't notice the swell of your stomach, inflating with fluid until your clothes burst apart at the seams. You don't notice the inches of fat piling onto your body as you digest your meal. Your brain can only [[focus on the rush of milk across your lips...]]Annah's eyes are closed, and she doesn't react as you climb over her neck rolls. You pray that this is only her sleeping...
The ritual should still be active, and the worst of it is over. Attunement with your target is always uncomfortable, but it's been a long time since you were affected enough to pass out. That nightmare still lingers in your thoughts, and you do your best to ignore it.
With another deep breath to clear your head, you [[place your hands on Annah's cheeks]] and feel your mind enter hers. The nipple finally pulls itself away. The torrent of precious milk is gone, and your lips desperately grab at the air. You start to come to your senses, and finally you open your eyes by instinct.
Something blocks the bottom half of your vision, but the top half sees the morning sky along with blonde hair and a woman's face. Do you know her?
Of course you know Annah. It's all coming back to you, and your heart sinks once you realize what has happened. You heave your arms and legs with all of your strength, only to find them helplessly pinned on all sides. Soft flesh spills outwards in every direction. Turning your head only shifts your view by a few degrees. You cry out for help, but your lungs don't even attempt to cooperate. Your brain can't comprehend these new feelings of touch, multiplied across so much new skin.
So this is what it's like.
How is it already morning? Annah looks around at your new body, then finally leans in closer and takes a few deep breaths before speaking. <span class="annah">"That was... not at all what I expected. That's some ritual you've got there."</span> Her voice sounds hoarse, and she rubs at her throat as she talks. <span class="annah">"But... thank you."</span> She looks down at something you can't see, and her right shoulder is shifting in a way that suggests movement. You can only guess what that hand is doing. <span class="annah">"You know, you could have at least bought me drinks first."</span>
Is she making a joke...? //Go get some help!//
Annah stares into what remains of your face, and waits for a few seconds before realizing she won't get a response. <span class="annah">"I guess it's my turn to talk now. Hm. it seems like we've traded one fatty for another, but I trust you know what you're doing. At least you aren't quite so big."</span>
That's true, things could be worse. You can see the house's porch in your peripheral vision, so you must be significantly smaller than Annah was when you got here. Merely an unrecognizable pile of fat, instead of an existential threat to these buildings.
<span class="annah">"Well, this has been... a lot. Thanks again for the help, really. I should go clean up and get some clothes on, then I'll come back to check on you."</span>
Check on you?
And do what?
Annah turns and leaves your field of view. You feel every jiggle in this new body as she walks. Some portion of you loudly sloshes back and forth, a massive resevoir of still-undigested milk buried somewhere within. Each step reverberates through an ocean of flesh. This doesn't feel like you.
Annah leaps from your lowest belly roll onto the ground. Without the sensation of her weight, you suddenly feel so alone. The force of her jump echoes throughout your body, but it's only a few moments before everything settles down. Nothing to do now except... think. Relax. Get used to your new life.
[[A few months later...]]It rains nearly every morning this time of year. You're thankful for the makeshift shelter: a half-dozen wooden poles supporting a slanted canvas roof and some privacy curtains. Water pounds on the fabric above you, then pools on the ground and slowly creeps into your tent.
The farmers started construction around you a few days after the incident, once it was clear you weren't going anywhere. Your mentor from the healer's guild had arrived that morning with his assistant, and the two of them spent hours prodding at the mountain of pillowy flesh around you. It was a long and deeply embarrassing day. Every tool and tincture you've ever seen was brought forth and tested, but they were all completely useless. Your hopes of returning to normal shattered as the healers gave the diagnosis that you expected.
There were still some traces of residual magic inside you, but no enchanted tissue to be counterspelled away. Every ton of lard that piled onto your body was yours to keep. Digesting an entire country's worth of milk would swell anybody up beyond the size of a tool shed. You were buried under a hundred bodies worth of blubber, squished on all sides by obesity, toeing the line between human and blob. You were simply... fat.
Significantly less fat now, at least. It was Annah who finally discovered a breakthrough.
<span class="annah">"Mooooorning!"</span>
The curtain to the right of you pulls away, and you hear the clang of metal buckets being dropped on the ground. [[Any remaining grogginess vanishes as you start the best part of your day.]]Annah slowly lifts her head from your chest and meets your gaze with half-open eyes. <span class="annah">"Hm...? Alright, alright, I get it. Just give me a second."</span>
When the cold metal bucket finally presses against your skin, the eruption of milk spreads a wave of relief throughout your body. Annah's fingers expertly handle your nipple, drawing out the liquid faster and faster until you can hear the splash of the bucket filling. On the far side of your massive stomach, a steady trickle of milk streams down to the ground, your other breast unable to wait its turn. You barely notice any of this. Instead, the feeling of //draining//, the feeling of residual energy flowing from within every inch of you out to a tender point, is absolutely hypnotic. It takes you back to the night that you and Annah first met. Her faint flavor still lingers in your mouth. Your mind shuts down, lost in this sensation.
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After what feels like a lifetime, the farm comes back to you. Annah has finished with your right side, presumably the usual two full buckets. You hear her moving again, humming a tune as she walks the usual path around your backside. Two more buckets clang together with each step, and her free hand traces a ridge between two rolls of fat.
You feel a playful slap on your ass, a little more forceful than usual, and the vibration echoes through a maze of blubber up to your head. It doesn't jiggle quite as much as you expect.
You know this vacation won't last forever. Of course, the milk has to come from somewhere. Every session leaves you just a little bit thinner. Soon you'll be small enough to be moved inside, and after another few weeks you'll be back to normal size. Normal size... where do you go from here? Can you even return to your old life at this point? You and Annah have a lot to talk about, once you can talk again.
Oh well. Enjoy it while it lasts. The rim of an empty bucket brushes against your nipple, and all of your thoughts fall away.
<div class="center">''Ending #3 - Milk''
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[[Back to menu|Start Menu]]</div>Deep within all of that flab, Annah's thinner self is more or less in a sitting position. Her limbs are splayed out in all directions, arms pushed to the side and feet nearly touching the ground. Her torso leans slightly backwards, sinking into her fat like it's a bale of hay. Other than the crushing weight of everything, she looks pretty comfortable.
A pulse of magic catches your eye. Closer inspection reveals an odd force inside of her stomach, a point that sparks a bit of energy then winks out of existence every few seconds, trapped in a loop. Was this here before? Some aspect of the curse must have woken up again while you were working.
Hm. It doesn't seem to be causing any harm. Still, [[you should probably suppress this magic the usual way, then finish the job.]]
Although... the rhythm coming from this spark is oddly hypnotic. You feel yourself draw closer with every pulse of energy. [[What would happen if you reach out and touch it?]]With an ethereal hand, your focus carefully reaches forward. The spark buzzes and pulses faster, waiting for your touch...
Something knocks you straight back into your body, then away from Annah, tackling you down to the grass.
It takes a full minute to catch your breath. You struggle to pull air into your lungs with the full weight of your assailant on top of you. Finally, you open your eyes and face the truth.
Your clothes are in tatters, most of the seams burst open by hundreds of pounds of flab. As you lift your head off the ground, a thick double chin pushes back against your jaw. You look down and don't recognize a single part of yourself, at least the parts that aren't blocked by the dome of your belly.
//Oh no.//
It takes all of your strength to shift onto your side, and your newfound weight flops against the ground as you roll over onto your massive stomach. Another heave, and you rise up into a kneeling position, cradling your soft belly like a pillow. A few more deep breaths. You reach an arm back, and your hand bounces against the slab of fat on your ass. The impact jiggles across your torso, from one hip to the other. Your other hand releases your belly, and it flops down onto your thighs with a satisfying smack. This is all starting to feel like... you. Hm.
A desperate weezing sound from above drags you back to reality.
If the curse fled from Annah into you, then there's nothing protecting her from her own weight.
[[Adrenaline forces you to your feet.]] How long can she last like this?
Your focus sweeps across her torso, and the curse settles down again. That was simple enough.
The last treatment seems to work the fastest. Annah's body shrinks into itself, pouches of fat receding into nothingness, limbs becoming more defined by the second. The folds that you've been climbing over disappear one by one, and you have to catch yourself before nearly sliding off of her backside.
In a matter of minutes, she becomes an ordinary human, legs spread in a sitting position.
Mostly ordinary - as you scan through her body one last time, you find a generous amount of natural fat. Somehow you assumed that Annah was rail-thin before this, but she has a modest belly and a healthy layer of cushioning on her body. You suddenly remember the driver mentioning how much she likes to cook.
[[Now comes the stressful part.]] You'd like to stall for a while, but that will only make it harder for her.A few wobbly steps later, you lift a foot back onto the shelf of Annah's ass. It takes a few attempts, but you manage to haul your new body into position. Rolls rub against rolls as your arms reach up and grasp her head. Better make this quick.
It's hard to ignore how much Annah is shaking. Her hands grasp at nothing, in search of even a single breath, and her heart is pounding faster than you've ever seen.
As each pound of fat drains from her body, every motion becomes a little easier. Limbs become more defined, and her belly folds into itself. Her chair-like ass shrinks down until your feet find themselves back on the ground.
Finally, the two of you are about the same size. Annah takes shallow but steady breaths. She's naked, drenched in sweat, and barely alive, but seems to be stable. That could have gone a lot worse.
... This has been a long night. You slowly waddle to the other side of Annah, then plop down cross-legged on the grass in front of her. The motion bursts the last seam on your shirt, fully exposing your newly-grown chest, but you're too exhausted to care. Besides, it's only fair that she sees a little of you.
Now that the emergency has passed, the two of you [[sit in silence for a few minutes.]]
The sun is coming up now, the sky getting brighter by the minute. Your eyes adjust from the low light of the full moon, and for the first time you can get a good look at the yard. The two of you are essentially sitting in the center of a massive crater, flattened grass with the occasional row of what used to be flowers. It's hard to believe a person could take up all of this space.
A faint birdsong from the distance is drowned out by heavy breathing. You should probably say something professional, now that you've more or less finished the job, but nothing in particular comes to mind. You're not even entirely sure what just happened, other than the obvious. //We're both extremely fat, and possibly stuck that way. You're welcome.//
Annah has been staring at the stomach between her thighs, rubbing a chubby hand back and forth across her belly button. The potbelly fills her lap completely, and the upper section forms a little shelf that pushes her breasts to either side. She suddenly seems to notice your gaze. Eye contact for a brief second, before looking down at your own near-naked blob of a body. The two of you don't look all that different now.
Before you have time to feel embarrassed, Annah surprises you with a hoarse sound that turns out to be laughter. A bare foot kicks out until it rests on your belly, and she playfully squishes a few toes into your skin.
Annah's voice is strained, but she's clearly in a good mood. <span class="annah">"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"</span>
Fair enough. [["I thought I did a pretty good job, all things considered."]]<span class="healer">"I thought I did a pretty good job, all things considered. It's not like this happens every day."</span>
Annah lifts her foot off of your stomach and stretches both legs forward, testing out her new mobility. <span class="annah">"Suppose not. Well... thank you, sincerely."</span> She coughs a few times into her elbow before continuing. <span class="annah">"You must get this a lot, but I really thought that was it for me. Just..."</span>
Her eyes stare vacantly across the yard. The nearest wall of the barn is mostly collapsed. Its roof sags slightly, and shingles and splintered timbers litter the ground nearby. Annah looks down again at her belly.
<span class="healer">"It's good that you had enough sense to run outside. Most people would have just panicked."</span>
Stretching your legs sounds like a good idea. You're still not used to these flabby thighs pushing against each other, but you eventually end up with both legs extended.
<span class="annah">"Thanks. But I wasn't really thinking about... honestly I just wanted to get away from everyone."</span> Annah turns to look at the porch on the main house. <span class="annah">"Could have been a lot worse."</span>
This could also be a lot better.
<span class="healer">"You were right, actually, that I don't know what I'm doing. Honestly, I'm out of ideas at this point. But I'm certain that one of the other healers can get us back to normal."</span>
Annah smiles, and you wonder if that cute dimple will still be there when she's thin again. <span class="annah">"This is fine for now. Don't worry about it."</span>
<span class="healer">"And usually when I heal somebody, we don't end up naked together..."</span>
Annah continues exploring her new figure, her arm supporting one breast while cupping the other. <span class="annah">"Hm. These don't really feel like our own bodies, you know? Though honestly, this is probably what I'd look like if I let myself eat everything that I bake."</span>
You think back to your conversation on the trip here. [["That reminds me, what happened at breakfast yesterday? I never got the whole story."]]Annah grips one of your love handles for support, then lifts a boot onto the larger roll of your thigh. With a few more practiced motions, she pulls herself up on top of your stomach and enters your field of view.
She's wearing the blue sundress today. There's some patterned lace around the shoulders that complements her blonde hair, all slightly dampened by the rain, and the sight is hypnotizing. Annah is gorgeous enough in her usual work overalls. You'd like to ask if there's some special occasion, but there's still far too much weight on your chest to speak properly, not even counting the person who's currently sitting on you.
She yawns and stretches her arms in the air. <span class="annah">"Hope this weather doesn't get any worse. I'll be heading over to the Anderson farm at lunchtime to talk business. Good news, they're interested in buying some of //this//."</span> She slaps the flab between the two of you with both hands, and is rewarded with a deep gurgling noise. <span class="annah">"Apparently they have plans to make butter? I suppose you could make butter from any kind of milk. Never thought about it before. Hmph."</span>
Annah leans closer, and you feel strands of hair brushing against your chest. Soon her head is nestled under your chin, and an arm reaches across your shoulder while the rest of her body sprawls across the rolls of your stomach. It's a familiar routine: finish her morning chores, then take a nap on the most comfortable bed ever made. Your blubbery arms have just enough mobility to wrap Annah in a hug, and you feel her take a deep contented breath.
Still, you can't bring yourself to fully relax. There is a distinct pressure deep within you, a soreness that grows by the second until you can't think about anything else. Annah still has one chore left to do.
Finally, the sensation is too much to bear. You pull your arms away, then breathe as much air as possible into your lungs and [[exhale with a pathetic-sounding groan]].<<set $count to 3>><span id="dialogue"><span class="healer">"That reminds me, what happened at breakfast yesterday? I never got the whole story."</span>
Even though you've both been completely naked together for ten minutes, it's only now that Annah shows a hint of embarrassment. <span class="annah">"There's not much to tell. I was excited about this peach that I found in the forest, and I baked it into a pie, and th-"</span> She catches herself, and the two of you sit in silence for a few moments. The rest of the story is obvious enough.
<span class="annah">"Just a stupid mistake."</span></span>
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<span class="healer">"So... you found some mysterious fruit out in the woods?"</span>
Annah tilts her head back and stares up at the morning sky. <span class="annah">"It was just like what people warn you about with these curses. Delicious looking peach, all by itself on a tree, ripe and sitting right at eye level... You could smell it in the air half a mile away."</span> She laughs quietly to herself. <span class="annah">"I really should have seen this coming."</span>
<span class="healer">"Magic has its own way of sneaking up on people. Trust me, I've heard much more embarrassing stories."</span>
You're not sure if she believes you, but she smiles back all the same. <span class="annah">"I'm sure."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes - she shares what it's like to work the farm, and you trade your best stories of city life. Finally, the sun has fully risen and you have to admit that the day has started. [[It's time to go inside, or at least time to stand up.]]<</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>><<linkreplace "\n\"How did you get interested in baking?\"">><<append "#dialogue">>
<span class="healer">"How did you get interested in baking?"</span>
Annah perks up at the question. <span class="annah">"Oh it was years ago, when my parents brought back a sack of sugar from the city market. We spent weeks making muffins, scones, pies... that was supposed to just be a treat for my birthday, but I begged them to buy some more sugar."</span> She grins at the memory and pushes some hair out of her eyes. <span class="annah">"Soon enough, I was in charge of desserts."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes - she shares what it's like to work the farm, and you trade your best stories of city life. Finally, the sun has fully risen and you have to admit that the day has started. [[It's time to go inside, or at least time to stand up.]]<</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>><<linkreplace "\n\"What do you think happened to the rest of that pie?\"">><<append "#dialogue">>
<span class="healer">"What do you think happened to the rest of that pie?"</span>
<span class="annah">"It's all burned to ashes, probably. My sister is superstitious, and she'll take any excuse to throw something into the fireplace."</span> She glances up towards the house, checking if anybody has woken up yet. <span class="annah">"Honestly, I think she just likes playing with fire."</span>
<span class="healer">"If there's any left, I know a few people who would love to do a little research."</span> Your old mentor occasionally hosts "experiments" at the academy, exposing brave volunteers to magic in a controlled setting. It's never been clear to you what these experiments are trying to prove, but they sure are entertaining. Hopefully he has enough sense to do this one outside.
Annah picks up the sarcasm in your voice. <span class="annah">"Oh yes, //research//. I'm sure my pie would lead to some exciting discoveries."</span><<set $count-->><<if $count is 0>><<replace "#next">>The conversation continues for another twenty minutes - she shares what it's like to work the farm, and you trade your best stories of city life. Finally, the sun has fully risen and you have to admit that the day has started. [[It's time to go inside, or at least time to stand up.]]<</replace>><</if>><</append>><</linkreplace>>
<span id="next"></span>Annah pushes against the ground with both arms and grunts awkwardly, but only really succeeds in some relentless jiggling. It's clear what she's trying to do, at least. You scoot a few inches towards her, heaving your body off the ground as much as you can manage, then repeating. Slow and steady. The new cushioning on your ass makes a great chair, but it's not ideal for getting around.
Your last maneuver carries you a bit too far, and your girth smacks into Annah's body. Once the mutual wobbling finally settles down, you're sitting side by side. The two sets of love handles squish together without leaving a single gap. Your stomach battles with hers for room. The sensation of touch between the two of you is intense, and you now understand just how much skin you have.
Annah reaches an arm behind you, stopping on the small of your back. Before you realize what's happening, you've already rested your head on her shoulder. <span class="annah">"You alright there? Don't tire yourself out already."</span>
<span class="healer">"I'm, ah... fine. Just have to stand up, then I'll be alright."</span>
<span class="annah">"Just don't hurt yourself."</span>
She watches while you make a show of climbing to your feet. You start by flopping forwards onto your hands and knees, followed by planting each foot on the ground and slowly leaning back into a crouching position. Your drooping belly swings back and forth, brushing against the grass. With one final grunt, you manage to lift your bulk off the ground and fully stretch your legs.
You do your best to hide how much effort that was, but each heavy breath shows how exhausted you are. <span class="healer">"Alright... your turn, Annah."</span>
She holds up two flabby arms in your direction, a plaintive look on her face. It's been nearly a full day now since she last moved on her own. You reach down and grasp both hands, then pull with all your strength until her ass finally lifts off the ground.
The two of you stand together in the yard, leaning on each other for support until you catch your breath. Annah suddenly slaps an open palm across your belly, and the jiggling nearly causes you to lose your balance. <span class="annah">"I think you've earned some breakfast."</span>
Walking is its own adventure. Annah reaches an arm across your lower back, and you pull her close for support. Your sweaty thighs slide past each other with every uneven step, occasionally slapping the underside of your stomach as it sways back and forth. The shelf around your ass seems to wobble with a mind of its own, and the newly-grown fat on your chest jiggles distractingly. There's an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal in the air. Most of the journey is spent teasing each other and prodding at the flabbier parts of your bodies.
The rest of the farm is waking up as the two of you slowly waddle into the house.
[[Later that evening...]]The house's guest room seems to operate more as a storage room. An assortment of dusty tools is stacked against the wall next to a pile of wooden crates. A rack in the corner holds dozens of books, along with a heap of folded winter clothes, and a gas lamp covers the room in soft light. Fortunately, there's also just enough room for a bed.
There's a bit of irony to gaining so much weight - your body is mostly cushion, but it's surprisingly hard to get comfortable. Every clump of fat wants to settle in a different way, the unbearable weight of your stomach has to go somewhere, and your bloated rear awkwardly props you up like a second chair. Too much of your day was spent experimenting with different sitting positions, until finally settling on the right combination of cushions.
This bed is just large enough for you to relax in, naked except for the blanket around your shoulders, flabby thighs spread wide so your belly can sprawl out on the mattress. Two pillows fill in the empty space behind you, stacked together on the shelf of blubber to let you lean back, and the bunched-up fabric of the blanket supports your head.
The past day was exhausting enough that you consider falling asleep sitting up. Following some extremely awkward conversations over breakfast, you and Annah were both given impromptu baths outside, making do with buckets of soapy water. A servant draped you in the only clothing available: a white linen blanket, just large enough to keep you modest.
It wasn't the morning that the family had expected, but they knew things could be a lot worse.
A creak of floorboards in the hallway catches your attention. The slow pace of heavy footfalls announces Annah's arrival, and she pokes her head in past the doorframe. Her hair looks completely different, washed clean and done up in blonde curls. No amount of bathing, though, can hide the sagging cheeks and double chin, each pushing into the other as she opens her mouth.
<span class="annah">"Think everyone else fell asleep, it's just us now."</span>
The blue-patterned blanket serving as her clothes falls to the floor as Annah waddles into the room and quietly shuts the door. Today's commotion certainly hasn't made her any thinner: every curve oscillates side to side with a mind of its own, like a room full of grandfather clocks out of sync. One final step takes her to the bedside, and each roll of fat slows to a stop at its own pace, both bloated breasts ending the show with one final swing.
The poor woman is out of breath from simply walking across the room, but she couldn't be happier. <span class="annah">"We're both gonna miss this, huh?"</span>
<span class="healer">"I think the furniture will be relieved. Are you sure you should get up here?"</span> There's arguably enough room on the mattress, but the frame has its limits...
<span class="annah">"Time to find out."</span> It's a clumsy process, leaning her weight foward into the bedside then hauling a flabby leg up onto the mattress. When she lifts the other leg and heaves herself against you, the old bed creaks in protest, struggling to bear over a half-ton of flesh, and you swear the bed sags a few inches. But everything seems to hold. [[Annah waits for another beat, then decides it's safe enough to get started.]]It was never said out loud, but the two of you had spent all day waiting for this. Finally away from her family.
Four hands explore every soft new inch of skin, massaging fingers into pliable rolls and grabbing handfuls of fat. Charting all of the new creases and folds on your limbs. Testing how long everything will jiggle after a playful slap. Hugging both arms around each other, and discovering that you're just barely too large for your hands to meet on the back side. You lose track of time, focusing only on her slightest movement.
Annah finally leans forward to kiss the upper curve of your belly, her curly hair brushing against your stomach and bringing a faint smell of lavender. She looks up into your eyes with a grin. <span class="annah">"So, a healer travelling around the countryside to people's houses? I bet you sleep with clients all the time."</span>
You reflexively reach a hand up to her head, running chubby fingers through blonde hair. <span class="healer">"You'd be surprised. Besides, I'm not sure just how much we can accomplish tonight. We might have to get a little... creative."</span> Your other hand pushes into her lower belly, emphasizing the overwhelming weight both pinning you down and pushing you apart. <span class="healer">"Tomorrow night will certainly be easier."</span>
Annah sighs and rests her head on the flabby pillow in front of her. <span class="annah">"Hm. Easier."</span>
By now, your letter has surely reached the guild back in the city. Which means that your elders will arrive tomorrow - primarily to apologize to the family for incomplete service, and to mercilessly tease you, but they'll also find a way to shrink you and Annah back to normal. Thin, relatively speaking.
It's only been less than a day, but that old body already feels like a different person.
<span class="annah">"I guess it's too late for a change of plans?"</span> Annah presses herself harder into your belly, holding for a few seconds before the supple flesh pushes back against her.
You can't imagine convincing the elders to let you stay like this, wildly obese and nearly bedridden. Much less the woman who they were hired to cure. <span class="healer">"They... wouldn't understand. I think we'll have to enjoy each other while we can."</span>
The sentence hangs in the air for a few moments. Annah lifts her head, then steadies herself before heaving her massive body even closer to you. Thighs straddle your outstretched legs, her lower half sagging in all directions to fill in the rest of your lap, and flabby arms reach around your shoulders. Somewhere buried in this heap of fat rolls, you feel her nipples slide against yours. Each breath feels intensely heavy, both from desparate arousal and from the overwhelming weight on your chest.
<span class="annah">"Thought so."</span> She moves her face closer, now whispering, warm breath falling on your lips. <span class="annah">"But after tomorrow..."
"... how about we gain it all back the old-fashioned way?"</span>
<div class="center">''Ending #2 - Gluttons''
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