Chelsee held the gems between her fingers gingerly. They glistened in the sun, perfectly flawless as she shifted it around. Her eyes practically shined as she watched the light catch it. Her aunt had mailed her it as a souvenir from a recent vacation, knowing how much her niece liked the color green, so that she managed across such a hefty emeralds for a bargain price just made her trip. Chelsee didn't mind any either, as it would make a beautiful match to her jade necklace.
"They're lovely," she smiled softly, wasting no time in putting them in her ears. They were the sort of attention grabbing danglers she was so fond of. She flicked her head softly, to admire herself in the mirror. The earrings certainly did suit her, even if it wasn't the same shade of green as her jade necklace. She turned, noticing the sun still streaming in the window. The day was utterly gorgeous, so why not go for a walk and flaunt? The slender girl fished through her closet, ultimately picking out a tied dyed green shirt with some acid washed jeans. Her flat -though soft- mid-riff was exposed, and she slipped on her black sandles. She gave a wink to the mirror as she left, the house silent as she sauntered out the front door, giving it a lock behind her.
The soft slap of her flip flops hitting pavement was percussion as Chelsee walked, mouth pursed into a whistle as she headed to her goal: The ice cream shop. She was lucky to live close enough to one, a long enough distance to work up an appetite, but short enough to not melt under the sun. She entered the cool shop, making the bell over the door ring slightly. They always had so many flavors she liked, it was never easy to pick. Her belly gurgled slightly, and she rocked her head from side to side. Why not get a large sundae this time? she thought to herself. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, rocky road...scoop after scoop emptied into a hearty two-hands required platter. She paid, her tongue slowly scrolling over her lips, as she took her prize back to her table. The spoon looked puny next to the ice cream mountain she had craved, but she dug in without any hesitation.
Her lips kissed at the spoon briefly, before just pushing it past and taking a bite of chocolate. She shivered just slightly, the soft serve wonderfully chilly and utterly divine. Darting back, her hand returned to the sundae of doom, grabbing a second spoonful. She was in heaven, as it was perfectly sweet. Her earrings shined slightly, and she started to peck at with swifter speeds. Each taste was better than the one before it as she gulped it down, her belly pooching out. She didn't want to give herself a headache or the hiccups, so she showed restraint, though she was still eating quicker than most. Chomp, there went strawberry. Mm, vanished another serving of fudge. The soft serve slowly vanished off her tray...and seemed to slowly reappear on her figure. Her shorts were tighter, her arms slightly thicker. Her belly was pooching into her lap noticeably, and the sides of her shorts dug into her waistline. Even her chest seemed more "proud". She let out a chilly sigh, patting her plump tummy. She did ever so enjoy indulging herself. She grunted slightly, shoving the stool back as she took her leave. She was feeling more flirtatious as she departed, giving the clerk a nice long glance as her heart shaped rump swung back and forth slowly. She was stuffed, and heading home to enjoy the rest of her day.
Chelsee rolled over, waking up in a bit of a sweat. Her digital clock glared 1:09AM in her face. But her stomach told her it was time to eat. She grumpily scooted out of bed, seeing no harm in a little midnight munching. She yawned, shuffling slowly through the dark. Not that she needed to be careful, she had the floor plan burned into her memory. Lips smacked as she opened the fridge, and she took out a heavy bowl of leftover pasta. Dragging it to the table in the eat-in kitchen, she brandished her fork. It dug in, having to fight a bit as the cold noodles clumped together. Her hunger drove her on, as she rested the frigid bowl on her legs. Just a few bites...she thought between mouthfuls. The fork was being used more like a spoon though, and she was less taking bites and more shoveling in mouthfuls. The gemstones glistened, her arm moving nearly automatically in the dark as she continues her spaghetti consumption. Before too long she was scraping the bottom of the large Tupperware, a grumbling noise escaping from her. Putting the empty bowl on the counter, she washed opened the fridge a second time, getting some soda to wash it down. She popped the top on the two liter bottle and chugged until sated, letting a loud "Aaaaaaah!" of a sigh break the quiet of the night. She put the bottle back in the fridge, letting a tiny burp escape as she went back to her bedroom. The soda bottle was more than half empty. It was full before she drank.
Of course, as days turned into weeks, even Chelsee couldn't ignore it. She knew she HAD been eating more, and the new curves couldn't be chalked up to "monthly bloating". Her wardrobe was slowly getting replaced, as the magical earrings willed her to get bigger and softer. Or perhaps she was willing it, and the earrings were simply a catalyst. It was hard to tell. She certainly didn't DISLIKE her figure. Outside of the sizable spare tire, she had a real meaty rear end that demanded attention and a chest that had all eyes upon it. If there was one thing she did enjoy, it was attention. So what if her figure was a bit...excessive. She liked excessive! Diets were over-rated! She rationalized all this staring in a full body mirror, giving her belly a pat. It bounced and jostled, jiggly and soft. Her belly had been kind, sharing the weight with those gigantic boobs and ass. She should reward it. Her cell phone was in her other hand.
"Village Pizza," the gruff voice answered.
A very, very big reward...
It didn't take long for the food to arrive, which made Chelsee quite glad. On the other hand, she had hoped to get it for free, so the reward of instant gratification was a bittersweet one. Still, she had her pies and had set into them. Dressed in a simple loose button up shirt and sweats, she was reveling in her gluttony. Slice after slice were greedily snacked upon, letting her belly swell more and more with food. It took a while to figure it out, but she realized she had blossomed into a real fertility goddess's figure. Her rear end sunk into the couch a little more as she wiggled her hips, washing down the cheesy meal with some soda. Her belly sloshed, thrusting more dominantly, as she weighed her options rather than herself. So she was a gluttonous large woman now, she could deal. She actually blushed a little...she was quite joyful her figure was so overflowing. She could do whatever she wanted, enjoy herself as she saw fit. Her figure was almost magical, no flaws or dimples or unsightliness. She hummed a bit, wondering if her new metabolism had to do with the earrings, but ultimately realized she didn't really care. She was happier than she had ever been, as the fifth pie vanished into her hungry mouth. Her shirt creaked as her breasts and belly fought the tight cloth, until the button ultimately lost. It flew with a hearty pop, launching into the distance, as her stomach pooched out even further. She gave it some complimentary pats. "From this day on," she mumbled through a mouthful, "I'm only living large!"
And that's exactly what she did.