Jeff winced in pain as his eyes were forced open, it took a minute for
them
to adjust to the bright light. When they did what he saw caused his heart
to
pound in terror. Not more than 5 feet from him , his wife Becky was
suspended
spread-eagled in the air, her eyes bulging in horror, a large stainless
steel
funnel forced into her mouth. Jeff could see just how much it filled her.
Small droplets of blood formed at the corners of her mouth where the skin
had
cracked from the intrusion of the large funnel.
Becky pleaded for his help with her eyes, but Jeff found he couldn't
move, he
was strapped to a table. He tried to turn away but found his head was held
in
position. He was being forced to watch what ever terror was in store for
his
wife. He watched as Becky's eyes grew wider and all the color drained from
her
face. He could hear movement behind him but couldn't imagine what it was
that
terrorized Becky. He didn't have to wait long to find out. Suddenly the
room
was filled with thousands of suction-cup tipped tentacles. They moved and
covered every exposed inch of Becky's flesh. He heard her try and scream
around the funnel in her mouth, and watched her eyes glaze over as her
mind
shut down over this assault. The room was filled with a slippery sucking
sound
as the tentacles began stretching and releasing Becky's skin.
Shlook-Snap, Shlook-Snap, time after time her skin would be stretched
and
released only to be stretched a little further the next time. Shlook-Snap,
Shlook- Snap, it continued. Becky looked like she'd been caught up in a
giant
taffy pulling machine. Shlook-Snap, Shlook-Snap, further and further her
skin
was being stretched. Wide red stretch marks appearing all over her body.
The
elasticity of her skin was being tested to it's limits. Just when Jeff
was
sure she couldn't take anymore it stopped. The tentacles slithered back
to
their unseen home. As the last of them slipped away he was able to fully
asses
the impact of their work and instantly wished he hadn't. Becky's skin
hung on
her as though she'd been covered with a queen sized bed sheet.
Although she'd been suspended almost a foot off the floor the skin of
her
legs, thighs, belly and ass draped over each other and flowed several
inches
over the floor. Her finger tips were barely visible, covered by the
sleeves of
flesh that were her lower arms. Her upper arms sagged nearly to her
wrists,
and the skin of her cheeks and chin hung slackly mid-way down her torso.
Jeff
had always loved her big pendulous tits, but they now hung shapelessly to
her
waist. She looked like some life size blow-up doll that had been inflated
to
the point of bursting then suddenly deflated. "This can't be real, "he
thought. "I must be dreaming."
He was drawn back to reality as a huge hooded figure moved toward his
helpless wife. "Hey you bastard. Leave her alone!" Jeff tried to shout. He
knew he formed the words but heard no sound come from his mouth. The
figure
turned to him. Jeff could see no face, only two yellow eyes glaring from
the
darkness under the cowl. The room reverberated as the specters voice
boomed.
"Relax and enjoy the show Jeffy boy, I've only begun to play."
Jeff's blood ran cold as the figure turned back to Becky and produced a
huge
hypodermic needle. He began to inject Becky. Jeff watched as he would
plunge
the needle in and slowly depress the plunger a bubble the size of a
softball
would form under her skin then slowly spread out as if it had a life of
it's
own. Time after time the specter repeated the process, in her tits, face,
her
ass thighs. Everywhere, Jeff lost count of how many needles Becky'd been
given.
" I suppose it's only fair to tell you what I'm up to," the specter said
to
Jeff. "You see I'm turning over a new leaf, I've decided to help people,
to
grant their wishes you might say." He laughed at his last statement, a
laugh
so deep and booming that Jeff's bones rattled. "I've been all over this
shitty little town granting wishes. I bet I helped at least 100 people.
I've
been to weight watchers, I helped 50 women there. Oh I helped a lot of
people!" His yellow eyes began to glow bright as he spoke to Jeff. "Yes I
helped a lot of people, and I've developed quite a collection. Do you
know
what I collected?" He stared at Jeff almost expecting an answer. "No of
Course you don't. Well I'll tell you what I collected."
He stopped and turned back to Becky as if he'd forgotten something. He
raised a bony hand to a lever that appeared out of nowhere and pulled it
down. Jeff watched as a trough appeared over the funnel, and a thick
yellowish
white fluid began to flow slowly into the funnel, and into Becky. "So you
see
Jeff," the specter said as he turned back to Jeff. I helped all those
women,
their wish was to loose weight, so I collected their fat cells, and their
body
fat. Millions of fat cells, and thousands of pounds of fat!" His tone
turned
angry. "Just what was I supposed to do with all that shit Jeffy boy. Jeff
did
have an idea, but was afraid to put it into thought, it was just too
awful
to imagine.
"Bingo! You guessed it. I wasn't going to lug 5,000 pound of fat for all
eternity. Then low and behold someone else made a wish!" Your wish
Jeff.!"
Jeff thought back to the argument he'd had with Becky earlier that week.
She'd found his "fat stash" and confronted him. he tried to explain, but
she
refused to listen. She'd called him a pervert she said he was sick, and
weird.
Later that night as he sat alone on the couch he remembered...
" Yes, Yes! I believe your exact words were---- I wish to Hell I could
make
her get fat!" The demon laughed with glee. "Well Jeff your wish is my
command."
With that the demon disappeared, and Becky opened her eyes to find Jeff
standing in front of her, his hand on the lever holding it down as gallon
after gallon of liquefied fat flowed into her very receptive body.