Greedy Halloween Curse

This was actually the first weight gain story I ever wrote and was meant to be posted for Halloween. I don’t want to wait another year, so I’ll give it to you now! I hope you enjoy!

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“Changing costumes twice and heading back out was the best idea I’ve ever had. Plus the department store already had their treats marked down after! I can’t believe I scored so much candy!” Page’s slender arms strained as they hauled a four gallon, pumpkin shaped pail onto her kitchen bar top, then made a trip to the doorway and back to retrieve two extra large, tote bags she’d had to set down on her way in, placing one in the space left on the bar top and the other on the floor beside. All three makeshift containers were nearly overflowing with different kinds of sweets, individually wrapped or in plastic bags.

“I’ve got enough to last me until next year!” She snickered at her own genius while eyeing her collective achievements with great satisfaction. Suddenly a growl sounded from her stomach and with a grimace the redhead put a hand against her flat middle.

“Oof, I guess all that tricking worked up an appetite... Well then, time for a treat!” Planning to just eat the bits of candy that were threatening to spill from the top of her bucket, Page plopped down onto a bar stool and started unwrapping her first piece of candy. She’d had a fast metabolisms her entire life and never really had to worry about what she ate. Not that she was very conscious of her figure, but then she’d never needed to be. She chewed the chocolate slowly, savoring the unbelievably mouthwatering flavor.

“Mm... Oh my god I’ve never... Tasted anything this good...” One piece of candy turned into five and then twelve, and before she could even recognize any problem, the twenty-something girl was so absorbed in getting more of that heavenly flavor that she lost all sense of time and of exactly how much she was eating. Somehow, in the space of an hour when thirst made her pause, she found she had managed to work her way through half of the candy in the pumpkin. She should be stuffed, yet somehow, rather than feeling sick like anyone normally would after that much candy, she felt hungrier for that flavor than before. Her craving was so strong she just managed to down a glass of water before she went back to her seat and reached for another piece of chocolate.

“I-It’s no big deal, I have a fast metabolism.... Besides, I hate leaving things half finished... I’ll just uh, finish this one.... Yeah...” It would be fine. She told herself that she’d have a whole two bags of candy to eat over time like she’d planned, she wouldn’t miss this one bucket. Never mind that it was four gallons of candy and she’d already finished two. By the time she reached the bottom she would have consumed around five-hundred ounces of candy carrying an astronomical number of calories to consume at once, somewhere around sixty-thousand! None of that calculation or concern made it past the fog of craving in her mind as she slid back onto the stool and grabbed another fistful of candy with one hand while pushing a pile of wrappers out of the way with the other. Something else that didn’t occur to her was the slight strain of her white T-shirt as she sat down and how her previously flat stomach was starting to show some curve, her rear also covering a little more of the seat. Oblivious to anything but her new addiction, the young woman shoveled handful after handful into her mouth, barely giving herself enough time to get down one batch of candy before the next followed. It wasn’t just the flavor that kept her going, but as it entered her stomach, a warm, glowing feeling had spread inside her and made her just want more and more.

As the amount of candy in the bucket steadily decreased, the redhead’s figure did the exact opposite. Her belly began to swell outward, at first just looking overly stuffed, but then it began to soften and spread further, until she had a small tummy that was obviously chubby; this along with a slight swelling of her breasts was causing her T-shirt to strain and ride up, exposing an inch or two of soft flesh. The growth of her stomach was nearly matched by her rear and thighs, making her tight shorts a bit uncomfortable. She mindlessly unbuttoned them to relieve some pressure, even as she continued her gluttony with the other hand.

Finishing the pail in less time than the first half, she let out a loud belch, then sighed in disappointment as her messy fingers scraped the empty bottom of the container. She placed a hand on her stomach and her eyes, that had immediately traveled to the candy in the tote bags, widened and shot down to look at herself.

“What the... Oh my god, I’ve never gotten this full before... I almost look kind of... fat? That doesn’t make sense though, it must just be water retention from all the sugar... Yeah that’s totally it...” She knew that logically, there was no way for fat to multiply so quickly, but anyone else looking at her could easily tell that the slight widening of her arms, face and rear, along with the soft pudge on her stomach had nothing to do with water and everything to do with indulgence. However, her reasoning had been enough to brush away her concern for the moment and unable to stop herself, she reached for the first bag, grunting as she slid it toward her seat. She was glad she’d managed to get it on the counter earlier and that she’d left a two liter bottle of soda out this morning, because she didn’t feel like getting up right now, which she reasoned was just because she was so hungry and had nothing to do with the size of her thighs that were beginning to strain against the restrictive legs of her shorts. After she’d unbuttoned them, the zipper had at some point worked it’s own way down, until the bottom curve of her growing pot belly now  just barely rested on top of her thighs. Her bra was starting to cut into her as her breasts also grew. They had already gone from a B to a C cup, and fat forming underneath them and on her back caused the band to become tighter. Her only cohesive thought as she started to work on her next bag of candy was pride that she had thought to use these tote bags, since they could hold even more than the bucket had, thanks to being stretchy. After that she lost herself in the flavor and the tingling in her body, her concentration unbroken by anything, even the sound of seams slowly popping as her thighs quickly became too much for their wrappings. Her rear swelled outward, too large to be contained in her shorts, so that the top of her cheeks began to bulge from the waistline. Then a slow rending sound occurred, a long rip appearing down the center, allowing the horizontal expansion to continue unhampered as well. Where her belly had only barely touched her thighs before, it now lay heavily in her lap, covering a good five inches of her thighs. The upper curve made her look seven months pregnant and the fat just below her breasts had started to form a small roll of its own. Her T-shirt tried valiantly to keep her covered, but ultimately it had given up and rolled halfway up her middle, exposing her deepening navel. By the time a third of the bag had been devoured, the outside seams of her bottoms had completely blown out, her thighs spreading out so that they protruded several inches off the sides of the stool, joined in that state by her backside, so that with her fat overlapping all edges it appeared her body was swallowing the perch. As the young woman continued devouring the fattening sweets, rather than lose momentum the more she ate, she instead began eating more quickly, her appetite increasing as if to match the size of her ballooning body. When the bag reached its half empty mark, there was a pinging sound as the hook and eyes on Page’s bra could no longer hold and the band burst open. Her breasts, blown up to DD’s far overwhelmed the cups of her 34B long before the valiant band surrendered its struggle. Nothing phased the girl as she kept up her greedy glut however, the increasing destruction of clothing only warranting a sigh of relief from the sudden decrease of pressure restricting her burgeoning form. Two thirds of the candy in this first tote now on their way to the seemingly bottomless pit that was the ginger’s stomach saw her previously rather fat tummy now expanding to an undeniable, large gut. It filled her lap, a wide and bulbous slab of fat, only three inches from covering her knees. It had begun to split at some point and form a double belly, each half bulging and quivering with the movements of her violent devouring as if vying over which would be the thickest. The roll beneath her breasts had plumped up as well, until between belly, breasts and growing back folds, her T-shirt was now a tiny crop top. Stretching to its limit across her breasts and ballooning upper arms, it left her engorged belly completely exposed in all its pale jiggling glory. As the final bits of candy in the bag quickly disappeared, the young adult’s swollen, globular ass shredded the last of her shorts, bits of fabric, string and a brave and very elastic pair of underwear the only thing covering it now.

The last peanut butter cup slid down Page’s throat, followed by chugging half the two liter of soda. She set the bottle on another seat beside her and let out a deafening belch. With a yawn, the woman frowned as her stomach rumbled for more food and also at the sudden realization that her bar stools weren’t as comfortable as she remembered. The now roughly 400 pound girl shifted in her seat, which was all it took for the thin wooden legs to give way beneath her and send her sprawling on the floor. Thankfully, what may have previously been a painful fall was now cushioned greatly. The impact still stunned her for just enough time to distract her from the animalistic hunger inside her, and her struggle to sit up made it impossible for to miss the extremely startling changes to her body.

“Holy sh-t...” She could barely get her voice out as she grabbed at her hugely expanded belly with chubby hands. She tried to look down at herself and found even that more difficult and it gave her a mild choking sensation she didn’t understand. Quickly lifting flabby arms to inspect her neck, Paige could hardly believe the amount of fat she was able to pinch beneath her chin, confirming she had at least a heavy double, if not triple chin! In shock, she stared at the mound of fat that started in her middle and became six inch thick love handles on the sides, wrapping around her like an inner tube. Her gaze traveled to her thunderous thighs that she could only partially see, but she could feel the new and strange sensation of these fat tree trunks pressing together almost to her plump knees, despite being spread apart.

After a few minutes of silent, wide eyed gazing at her corpulent form, the redhead found she couldn’t formulate a single thought on suddenly being morbidly obese  and how it made her feel. She wasn’t able to really comprehend what was happening, and just as her shock started to lessen enough for an actual, coherent phrase to come to her lips, the obese woman’s stomach roared, accompanied by the appropriate level of hunger pain, and all thought or care about her swollen body fled her mind. Panting and grunting, Page wobbled her body until she could move onto her hands and knees, her paunch hanging to drag on the floor and sloshing around as she awkwardly crawled to the last bag, every expanded inch of flesh rippling and gyrating and making it take twice as long to move as she would like. Finally, tipping the tote over so that the contents spilled on the floor in front of her, she grunted loudly again, breaking into a light sweat as she lifted a heavy arm up to grab the half full two liter from the unbroken stool. If it weren’t for the wrappers, at this point the girl would have honestly preferred to just shove her puffy face into the pile of candy and eat like a pig, since it would’ve been faster.

As it was, the gluttonous young creature was probably setting multiple records for the speed with which she managed to rip wrappers from candy and devour the contents before the foils and papers even fluttered to the ground. If she’d more than tripled in weight while emptying the other two containers, she was speedily on her way to doubling that first gain. Perhaps the redhead’s body hadn’t hit a stopping point from all the previous calories yet or maybe it was a cumulative result, but whatever the case, her weight began skyrocketing at an even quicker rate. She had managed to sort of roll sideways and back so that her wide ass supported her again. As she sat there leaning slightly to the side with one knee bent and foot tucked up toward her, the gargantuan double stack of flab she called her belly was growing faster than anything else, obviously vying to be the centerpiece in the trophy case of her indulgence. It had already sagged onto and covered her leg when she first took this position, but now it was oozing over it, it’s hefty rolls spilling down onto the floor and pushing outward as well as to both sides. At this point the girl looked as wide as she was tall, her rear quickly becoming the second largest part of her; it created a loveseat-wide bench of fat on the floor behind her, wobbling and rippling like jello as she shifted her mass to reach more of the treats. Soon some part of her mind started to realize she was about to lose her range of motion, as reaching for her treats was becoming more and more of a struggle. The same autopilot part of her brain also noticed that the gargantuan gut stretching out in front of her would be a perfect table for what was left of the sinful sweets; so before she lost access to them, Page used her ham sized arms and what little strength they had left to yank the two thirds of a bag up onto her enormous pile of belly, along with the half bottle of soda.

Panting with the effort and suddenly thirsty again, she quickly drained the liter of calorie laden liquid and let go of the  empty bottle, letting it roll down and off her quivering body. She had a brief moment to rest, her breathing heavy just from the effort it took her lungs to expand beneath so many hundreds of pounds of flab. The woman’s breasts had become too large for any traditional size of bra; somewhere in the letter P range, they partially lay heavily on the top roll of her belly with the rest flopping off the sides, each with an areola the size of a dinner plate. The tiny, white shirt that had heroically struggled for so long was now stretched into thin, split strands of material threading tightly like straps across the massive, heaving tits.

Her formerly cute, elvish facial features were buried under layers upon layers of fat, leaving her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, which combined with a fattened forehead meant her beautiful brown eyes were forced to squint. The double chin that had first swallowed her long, slender neck had thickened and swelled to become a heavy, trembling, collar of fat with several rolls around the sides and back that made turning her head difficult. If the ginger lady had been around 400lbs when she first started this bag, she was now encroaching on 750, and she as responded to a low grumble in her stomach with a quick return to stuffing her face, that number began to climb more speedily than ever. With the candy on her upper belly it was much closer to her face, and eating it was an even easier process than before; in the blink of an eye, only half the bag was left, one more blink and she had devoured all but a third. These bags had held around forty pounds of candy, meaning all told she’d already consumed nearly 100lbs of sweets, not to mention two liters of sugary drink; but it didn’t seem to matter how much she’d already glutted herself with, Paige’s outlandishly enormous gut only wanted more. Speaking of her paunch, the bottom layer had now completely overlapped her bent leg and was nearly to the bloated ankle of the straightened one. Her copious love handles were now draping down over her thunderous hips and threatening to spill onto the cool linoleum floor to either side. The width and girth of the young woman’s double belly alone meant that she would certainly be unable to stand, if the thought ever even crossed her mind. At the moment, nothing was on her mind but more candy.

Hips and love handles and ass now pushed out so far to the sides that one side of the young woman was pressed and lapping against the kitchen bar while the other was just touching the opposite wall. She was nearly done, and with perfect timing, because her arms, having become larger around than most people’s thighs, were nearly too heavy to feed herself. She was also losing the dexterity to unwrap candies as her hands grew so plush that she couldn’t put the fingers together normally or close them into a fist. The last few chocolates disappearing down her blubber coated throat, her body continued to tingle, growing for a bit longer until it gradually slowed, then came to a full stop some ten minutes later. By this time, the enormity of Page was practically unthinkable, her poundage settling somewhere around 1,400, which looked even larger on her 5ft tall frame. The young woman-turned-whale had never seen someone even close to as fat as she was now, much less ever imagined that she herself could become a completely immobilized blob of obesity, but immobile she certainly was. One of her thighs alone, coated in rolls of bulging flesh, was probably the size of an average fat person and it was highly unlikely they’d have the ability to bend or strength to lift her, not to mention the fact that her giant fat ankles had almost entirely swallowed her feet. Even if by some miracle her elephant legs hadn’t been useless, her family sized couch of an ass would have pulled her backward or barring that, the titanic jiggling mound of rolls she called a belly would have pulled her onto her face. That massive asset alone filled a large amount of the room, spilling out more than a yard past where it hid her lower appendages. She was big enough to be a dinner table…

At last with the completion of her body’s expansion, the red head’s lucidity came back to her, but somehow along with it came a strange sense of acceptance. She marveled at her size, but the way she felt was how she imagined she would have felt if she’d been purposely growing more enormous her whole life. This was just the way things were, and as she felt a low rumbled in her massively distended gut, she acknowledged almost proudly, that if anything she’d likely get even fatter.

With a titan amount of effort and rocking back and forth, the redhead managed to shift her bare, undulating body just enough to see the door to the apartment, and then, wheezing heavily and covered in a layer of sweat, she relaxed into her soft piles and rolls. Paige found herself falling into a light slumber, and soon dreams of candy, cakes and all kinds of fattening treats were swirling around in her mind.

About an hour later when the click of the lock and creak of the door announced the arrival of her roommate, the half ton and some glutton was roused and registered immediate disappointment that she wasn’t eating.

She waited for the other girl to turn after locking the door and it took another moment for the raven haired women to look up and then register what exactly she was looking at. There was a gasp and covering of mouth with a petite hand, giving the hyper rotund land mass a moment to cut in, while her small friend only stared wide eyed, with quickly reddening cheeks as she tried to comprehend her formerly slight roommate now filling up what space could be seen beyond the entryway.

“Oh, Lecia!” Wiggling a round hand in a poor attempt at a wave sent undulating waves up her massive arm and the ginger smiled, her eyes disappearing into fat. Her face was nearly unrecognizable, now comically swollen with jowls that merged her head with her neck and shoulders, and all of it quivered as she spoke, “You got home just in time. I’m starving!”