Kenster102.5
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SSBBW, Violence, Domination, ~MWG - a subtle trick brings about expansive consequences
Author's note: This is my first try at a WG story, it is specifically a butt expansion story, mixed in with violence, and a date gone horribly wrong. I am also looking forward to feed back since it is only my first try. CONTAINS: Mild Violence
Enjoy
Ken--------------------------------------
It’s Friday, and there she is sitting in her chair, with her blonde curly hair, green eyes, and pink lip gloss. Today she is wearing a pink shirt, and white ruffled skirt, and white heels, and she is teething on her pencil, while she thinks. And who is this you ask? Well at 5’9 and 115lbs, and a nice pair of C cups, her name is Carol, and she is the girl of my dreams. Well the dreams that she becomes the girl of my dreams.
“What are you looking at?”
Oh crap, she saw me, and I quickly turn to my note book and try to make it look like I was reading. Just then, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn to the right.
“Hey Michael, you hinted to me yesterday that you were making some kind of weight gain liquid?” he whispered.
Oh yeah that’s, my friend and fellow FA, Ryan, and I have known him since kindergarten.
“Well” I said in a cautious tone, “It should close to being complete, all I need is to do a few more tests and it will be complete.”
“Oh cool, think of the possibilities” he said, and I could see that mischievous look in his eye.
The liquid that I was creating would be refined to only a certain area of the body, mostly below the waist, since I am more of an ass man. If some girl were to drink it, it would cause her fat cells to multiply at a tremendous rate in her legs, hips and thighs, but it would not cause immobility at the same time. But all I needed was some girl, and like that was ever going to happen, to me being such a nerd. The data management ends, and I take one last look at Carol.
As I am about to get into my 1994 Chevy Impala SS, I see a reflection in the paint, and I quickly turn around, and it’s Carol? I quickly feel the butterflys erupt in my stomach.
“Hey, Michael?” she says in her beautiful voice, “I kind of heard you talking about some kind of weight loss formula?”
Wow, this could be the chance to be successful in my dreams. Of all people it’s her, I hope I don’t ruin this.
“Uh, yeah…the formula I am making will hopefully help people in their struggle to lose weight, it is just…” I am stuttering to think of something to say, “It is just…”
“You need someone to test it on? Sure I can gladly volunteer, when can I try it out?”
“Yeah sure…uh” seriously this is not happening, “We can try later tonight, around 11, meet me back here in the science lab, I have a key, if that is okay…?”
"Please don’t blow it Michael, not now." I'm thinking
“Okay, 11 is fine, I will be there” and with that she hugs me, “Oh thank you Mike” she says.
I am so overwhelmed, that I nearly fall over as she walks to her Lexus. I quickly get into my car and race off home. When I get home I just tumble onto the couch, and reflect for half an hour. It took me from 5:00 pm to 9:00 pm, to get all the ingredients measured and balanced, and then I have just enough time to eat, and gussy myself up, and then pray that nothing bad happens. I close, the metal casing with the vial, and lock the door to my house and head off for. The whole way there I am just clenching the steering wheel, thinking about her.
“Michael!!!” she says ecstatically, and I look up from the counter in the back of the science room to see her come in, wearing a maroon coloured tube top, navy blue jean skirt, that is really not covering her, and black heels, and I was just turning to mush under my white lab coat.
“I really can’t wait to start” she says, and neither can I.
“You sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yes, yes!! I want to lose it all” she said, as I enter in the keypad on the case, and I heard it click open, and I take out the thermos, and pour it in a glass. It is orange in colour, and I added a bit of citrus flavouring to it. I then hand it to her.
“To success” she toasts, and then drinks it down with out any hesitation. Nothing happens in the first few minutes. I am kind of concerned, and I can see the look on her face.
I hesitantly say “Give it a few minutes to soak in.”
Then all of a sudden I hear a loud gurgling sound, like the sound of a water cooler. She then clutches her stomach, and can see little by little her hips starting to expand.
“It’s working, it is such a strange feeling, but I think its working” she says, and just to defy her, the formula kicks in, and she start to expand more rapidly in the ass.
“Michael…Michael…what is happening to me, my legs are getting bigger?” and indeed they were, and her thighs were getting thicker and thicker, and the gap getting smaller and smaller. Her ass was blossoming like a basketball being inflated, cellulite was starting to form on her ass and calves, and her hips were half a meter in width. Then I heard a loud rip, and her ass was let loose from the confines of her skirt, and the division of fat cells became faster and faster. She could still walk, but her thighs were rubbing together.
“Please, Michael make it stop, please!!!” she yelled, but it was all muffled by my mind, and all I could do was stare, at her probably 160lb ass, that was becoming the diameter of a small truck tire. Her legs were riddled with cellulite, and her panties were being swallowed up by the ever increasing amount of fat, that it now looked like a thong. Her heels were now starting to crack under the weight. Then the division started to slowly yield, and then finally subsided. I looked up at her, and she started to walk up to me, her face red from crying.
“Michael, I am so fat, what happened?” her voice full of sobs, as she started to stagger closer.
“Michael, answer me!” her voice elevating in anger and despair. “Answer me, NOW!”
I then jumped over the counter, and made a dash toward the door. Not knowing what would happen, I entered the lock code for the reinforced door to the science room, and I then dashed down the hallway, looking for somewhere to hide, then…
All of a sudden, I heard this loud shriek and saw the reinforced door from half way down the hall go careening across the hallway, and heard its loud thud as it crashed against the adjacent lockers. My heart and my mind were just pounding and I remembered that I had forgotten to dilute the steroid used in the formula, so now she was like an extremely large pear shaped quarterback.
“You nerd, I am going to find your weak little self, and grind it to bits!” she yelled, and I knew she was closing in on me, while I was walking up the stairs. I quickly ducked into one of rooms, and huddled under a desk. I heard her heels clicking, and then saw her shadow pause in front of the door. For 2 minutes I held my breath, praying, hoping that she would go away. Then the heels started clicking again, and then faded away. I quickly made my way to the other exit of the room, and briskly walked down the hall.
Just as I was making my way to the parking lot doors, I thought I heard something move, and blindly dashed into a dark room. It was really dark; all I could see was the silhouette of a desk under the light from the door’s window.
“I knew I would find you” a husky female voice whispered. I tried to get up, but she whipped out a butterfly knife behind me and, then slashed it expertly into my left calve.
“Aaaaaawwwww!!” I screamed, as I felt a sharp pain radiate in my left leg, and felt blood staining my jeans, as I collapsed on my right leg. It was only a flesh wound, but so targeted as to immoblize and disorient me from the pain. The lights then came on, and I was blinded for two minutes.
“Get up” she ordered, and she then led me to her car, and drove off with me in the trunk, I was so scarred that I was just paralyzed with fear. I could feel the car stopping, and then accelerate off again. I fumbled and tried to find the emergency trunk release, and succeeded. I only staggered a few feet and I collapsed due to pain, everything started to blur around me and the fade to black.
While I was blacked out, I had this wonderful dream in which I was a little kid, except it ended in a car accident, and I was woken up, by a door slamming, and I was blind folded and sitting in a chair. I was suddenly picked up off my feet, and hurled into a wall or something solid, I was just so disoriented and scarred, I could not tell down from up.
“So! Do you have an antidote for this? Quickly answer me!” she barked.
“I don’t know!” I screamed in agony, and with that I was pushed to the ground.
“Well, then tell me this, can I ever lose the weight?” she asked. I just sat there and thought about how foolish I was.
“Uh…uh…I…I” was all that came out.
“Come on, you can’t be that useless!” she taunted, and I received a punch in the stomach.
All I was, was just a bumbling fool, all I wanted to do was shoot myself. The blind came off my face. I was being looked at right in the eye,
“Carol, I am sorry but…” I tried to plead.
“But what, please enlighten me, before I come up with an idea” she said
“I…I….Love you” I said, bracing for the next blow. I was then grabbed by the shoulders.
“Really!” she said violently shaking me, “Really…You really still love me?”
I was then picked up, and pushed against the wall where she held me there.
“Well Michael, I do love your guts oh yes I do, it is just I don’t know if I can believe you anymore?” she now had this menacing smile on her face, as she slowly start squeezing my shoulder with her hand, and I then was about to black out, when I tripped her to the ground, and limped off.
I was in her house, and by the looks of it, it was a mansion. I quickly heaved myself up the stairway, and took a left, and I ended up in a large bedroom, with this pink bedding…wait a minute pink bedding?
“Michael!! Come out, don’t you want to screw me?”
I quickly started kicking out a nearby window, as the foot steps got closer. I then squeezed myself out with only minutes to spare, as the door swung open. I just ran as fast as I could, and headed toward Ryan’s house.
“Open up Ryan, come on hurry up.” I yelled as I pounded on the door.
“Do you know what time it is?” as I heard him open the locks. I then barrelled myself through the doorway.
“Geez Michael, you look horrible - should I ask how the date went?” he asked.
“Well…you know that weight gain… formula that I created, it now has a name”, I said, as I gasped for breath.
“Oh wow, give me the juicy details” he said.
“Dude, it didn’t go as planned, and she is really pissed, so could you please find me a hiding place, please?”
“Let’s go to the basement, it would be safer there” he said as he led me into the down the stairs into the basement lounge.
A few hours later I had told him everything, concluding, “So I really don’t know what to do, I am afraid she will get fatter.”
I glanced at the clock and it was 3:00 on that Saturday morning.
“Don’t worry bud, you can crash here, I will make sure nothing will happen to you,” he said enthusiastically.
(Continued in post eight of this thread)
The Horrible Bulk
By Kenster102.5
By Kenster102.5
Author's note: This is my first try at a WG story, it is specifically a butt expansion story, mixed in with violence, and a date gone horribly wrong. I am also looking forward to feed back since it is only my first try. CONTAINS: Mild Violence
Enjoy
Ken--------------------------------------
It’s Friday, and there she is sitting in her chair, with her blonde curly hair, green eyes, and pink lip gloss. Today she is wearing a pink shirt, and white ruffled skirt, and white heels, and she is teething on her pencil, while she thinks. And who is this you ask? Well at 5’9 and 115lbs, and a nice pair of C cups, her name is Carol, and she is the girl of my dreams. Well the dreams that she becomes the girl of my dreams.
“What are you looking at?”
Oh crap, she saw me, and I quickly turn to my note book and try to make it look like I was reading. Just then, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn to the right.
“Hey Michael, you hinted to me yesterday that you were making some kind of weight gain liquid?” he whispered.
Oh yeah that’s, my friend and fellow FA, Ryan, and I have known him since kindergarten.
“Well” I said in a cautious tone, “It should close to being complete, all I need is to do a few more tests and it will be complete.”
“Oh cool, think of the possibilities” he said, and I could see that mischievous look in his eye.
The liquid that I was creating would be refined to only a certain area of the body, mostly below the waist, since I am more of an ass man. If some girl were to drink it, it would cause her fat cells to multiply at a tremendous rate in her legs, hips and thighs, but it would not cause immobility at the same time. But all I needed was some girl, and like that was ever going to happen, to me being such a nerd. The data management ends, and I take one last look at Carol.
As I am about to get into my 1994 Chevy Impala SS, I see a reflection in the paint, and I quickly turn around, and it’s Carol? I quickly feel the butterflys erupt in my stomach.
“Hey, Michael?” she says in her beautiful voice, “I kind of heard you talking about some kind of weight loss formula?”
Wow, this could be the chance to be successful in my dreams. Of all people it’s her, I hope I don’t ruin this.
“Uh, yeah…the formula I am making will hopefully help people in their struggle to lose weight, it is just…” I am stuttering to think of something to say, “It is just…”
“You need someone to test it on? Sure I can gladly volunteer, when can I try it out?”
“Yeah sure…uh” seriously this is not happening, “We can try later tonight, around 11, meet me back here in the science lab, I have a key, if that is okay…?”
"Please don’t blow it Michael, not now." I'm thinking
“Okay, 11 is fine, I will be there” and with that she hugs me, “Oh thank you Mike” she says.
I am so overwhelmed, that I nearly fall over as she walks to her Lexus. I quickly get into my car and race off home. When I get home I just tumble onto the couch, and reflect for half an hour. It took me from 5:00 pm to 9:00 pm, to get all the ingredients measured and balanced, and then I have just enough time to eat, and gussy myself up, and then pray that nothing bad happens. I close, the metal casing with the vial, and lock the door to my house and head off for. The whole way there I am just clenching the steering wheel, thinking about her.
“Michael!!!” she says ecstatically, and I look up from the counter in the back of the science room to see her come in, wearing a maroon coloured tube top, navy blue jean skirt, that is really not covering her, and black heels, and I was just turning to mush under my white lab coat.
“I really can’t wait to start” she says, and neither can I.
“You sure you want to go through with this?”
“Yes, yes!! I want to lose it all” she said, as I enter in the keypad on the case, and I heard it click open, and I take out the thermos, and pour it in a glass. It is orange in colour, and I added a bit of citrus flavouring to it. I then hand it to her.
“To success” she toasts, and then drinks it down with out any hesitation. Nothing happens in the first few minutes. I am kind of concerned, and I can see the look on her face.
I hesitantly say “Give it a few minutes to soak in.”
Then all of a sudden I hear a loud gurgling sound, like the sound of a water cooler. She then clutches her stomach, and can see little by little her hips starting to expand.
“It’s working, it is such a strange feeling, but I think its working” she says, and just to defy her, the formula kicks in, and she start to expand more rapidly in the ass.
“Michael…Michael…what is happening to me, my legs are getting bigger?” and indeed they were, and her thighs were getting thicker and thicker, and the gap getting smaller and smaller. Her ass was blossoming like a basketball being inflated, cellulite was starting to form on her ass and calves, and her hips were half a meter in width. Then I heard a loud rip, and her ass was let loose from the confines of her skirt, and the division of fat cells became faster and faster. She could still walk, but her thighs were rubbing together.
“Please, Michael make it stop, please!!!” she yelled, but it was all muffled by my mind, and all I could do was stare, at her probably 160lb ass, that was becoming the diameter of a small truck tire. Her legs were riddled with cellulite, and her panties were being swallowed up by the ever increasing amount of fat, that it now looked like a thong. Her heels were now starting to crack under the weight. Then the division started to slowly yield, and then finally subsided. I looked up at her, and she started to walk up to me, her face red from crying.
“Michael, I am so fat, what happened?” her voice full of sobs, as she started to stagger closer.
“Michael, answer me!” her voice elevating in anger and despair. “Answer me, NOW!”
I then jumped over the counter, and made a dash toward the door. Not knowing what would happen, I entered the lock code for the reinforced door to the science room, and I then dashed down the hallway, looking for somewhere to hide, then…
All of a sudden, I heard this loud shriek and saw the reinforced door from half way down the hall go careening across the hallway, and heard its loud thud as it crashed against the adjacent lockers. My heart and my mind were just pounding and I remembered that I had forgotten to dilute the steroid used in the formula, so now she was like an extremely large pear shaped quarterback.
“You nerd, I am going to find your weak little self, and grind it to bits!” she yelled, and I knew she was closing in on me, while I was walking up the stairs. I quickly ducked into one of rooms, and huddled under a desk. I heard her heels clicking, and then saw her shadow pause in front of the door. For 2 minutes I held my breath, praying, hoping that she would go away. Then the heels started clicking again, and then faded away. I quickly made my way to the other exit of the room, and briskly walked down the hall.
Just as I was making my way to the parking lot doors, I thought I heard something move, and blindly dashed into a dark room. It was really dark; all I could see was the silhouette of a desk under the light from the door’s window.
“I knew I would find you” a husky female voice whispered. I tried to get up, but she whipped out a butterfly knife behind me and, then slashed it expertly into my left calve.
“Aaaaaawwwww!!” I screamed, as I felt a sharp pain radiate in my left leg, and felt blood staining my jeans, as I collapsed on my right leg. It was only a flesh wound, but so targeted as to immoblize and disorient me from the pain. The lights then came on, and I was blinded for two minutes.
“Get up” she ordered, and she then led me to her car, and drove off with me in the trunk, I was so scarred that I was just paralyzed with fear. I could feel the car stopping, and then accelerate off again. I fumbled and tried to find the emergency trunk release, and succeeded. I only staggered a few feet and I collapsed due to pain, everything started to blur around me and the fade to black.
While I was blacked out, I had this wonderful dream in which I was a little kid, except it ended in a car accident, and I was woken up, by a door slamming, and I was blind folded and sitting in a chair. I was suddenly picked up off my feet, and hurled into a wall or something solid, I was just so disoriented and scarred, I could not tell down from up.
“So! Do you have an antidote for this? Quickly answer me!” she barked.
“I don’t know!” I screamed in agony, and with that I was pushed to the ground.
“Well, then tell me this, can I ever lose the weight?” she asked. I just sat there and thought about how foolish I was.
“Uh…uh…I…I” was all that came out.
“Come on, you can’t be that useless!” she taunted, and I received a punch in the stomach.
All I was, was just a bumbling fool, all I wanted to do was shoot myself. The blind came off my face. I was being looked at right in the eye,
“Carol, I am sorry but…” I tried to plead.
“But what, please enlighten me, before I come up with an idea” she said
“I…I….Love you” I said, bracing for the next blow. I was then grabbed by the shoulders.
“Really!” she said violently shaking me, “Really…You really still love me?”
I was then picked up, and pushed against the wall where she held me there.
“Well Michael, I do love your guts oh yes I do, it is just I don’t know if I can believe you anymore?” she now had this menacing smile on her face, as she slowly start squeezing my shoulder with her hand, and I then was about to black out, when I tripped her to the ground, and limped off.
I was in her house, and by the looks of it, it was a mansion. I quickly heaved myself up the stairway, and took a left, and I ended up in a large bedroom, with this pink bedding…wait a minute pink bedding?
“Michael!! Come out, don’t you want to screw me?”
I quickly started kicking out a nearby window, as the foot steps got closer. I then squeezed myself out with only minutes to spare, as the door swung open. I just ran as fast as I could, and headed toward Ryan’s house.
“Open up Ryan, come on hurry up.” I yelled as I pounded on the door.
“Do you know what time it is?” as I heard him open the locks. I then barrelled myself through the doorway.
“Geez Michael, you look horrible - should I ask how the date went?” he asked.
“Well…you know that weight gain… formula that I created, it now has a name”, I said, as I gasped for breath.
“Oh wow, give me the juicy details” he said.
“Dude, it didn’t go as planned, and she is really pissed, so could you please find me a hiding place, please?”
“Let’s go to the basement, it would be safer there” he said as he led me into the down the stairs into the basement lounge.
A few hours later I had told him everything, concluding, “So I really don’t know what to do, I am afraid she will get fatter.”
I glanced at the clock and it was 3:00 on that Saturday morning.
“Don’t worry bud, you can crash here, I will make sure nothing will happen to you,” he said enthusiastically.
(Continued in post eight of this thread)
