FatQuilava
2nd January 2009, 07:16 PM
I first got this power one I was 15. Well, it’s not really a power, it is an ability. I’ve always been on the fat side, at 200lbs on my 5ft 7 frame, I was most definitely overweight. But that day it came, I woke up normally. The previous night, I had eaten far too much at my friend’s party. I had gone in a “snug” shirt and size 36 trousers which my belly hung over and had come back from the party in a coat covering my clothes as most of the buttons on my shirt had popped and I had had to undone my belt to the last notch. Anyway, I went to bed with my belly aching but warm and full. I had a strange dream I could instantly change my image. Make myself taller, shorter. Higher or lower my weight, change my facial features and so on. I had fun changing my image but each time I did change I was more or less fat in each form. And then my alarm rang. I reached out and switched it off and sat up in my bed. I stood up, stretched and walked into the bathroom. My belly felt quite empty and I stepped on the scale as I liked to weigh myself each morning. Yesterday, I had weighed 200lbs. Today, after last night’s huge eating session I now weighed 205lbs. I was quite please with myself, but recently, I had been put on a diet by my insistent parents and last night was the first time I had not eaten celery, broccoli or any other foods that I called “rabbit food”. And then I thought, Shit, a pang of guilt struck me. I did not want to upset my parents but I did like the idea I had gained weight. I rested my hand on my belly and shook it. It wobbled a bit and I thought, why couldn’t I weigh 195lbs? I was still standing on the scales and keeping a close I on the digital numbers, when it suddenly dropped from 205lbs to 195lbs! Also, my belly pulled back a bit into my abdomen. Hang on, did I just loose weight? I jumped off the scales and stepped back on. 195lbs. “Hmm”, I thought, “205lbs”. The scales read 205lbs and my belly pooched out and settled over the waistband of my pyjamas. “160lbs”. The scale dropped to 160lbs and my whole belly was sucked in and there for the first time in many years, I could see my ribs! “Shit, is it me doing this?! Let me try… 250lbs”.
I quickly pranced over to the full length mirror that hung on the wall and g began to watch in amazement. With no belly in sight, my ribs were clearly defined and then they weren’t. They were disappearing by each passing second and fat started to build up and my stomach. My belly grew and grew, larger, softer and was soon dripping over the waistband of my pyjamas. Soon it stopped, and there in the mirror was me. But not quite me. It was a larger version of my myself. Huge wobbly mobs rested on my large belly. I thought, what would happen if I went down to breakfast like this. I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom and opened the cupboard door. I pulled out a t-shirt and jeans and put them on. I then went back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror again. I decided I would gain weight until I would think that’s enough. So it began. My belly was soon hanging over my jeans, a small beach ball pooching its way out. The t-shirt soon began to ride up over the growing arc of my belly. There. That’s enough I thought. I looked into the mirror and my chubby face was grinning. I then left the bathroom and my bedroom and headed down stairs for breakfast.
“Hey Mom, what’s for breakfast?” I called as I sat down at the table in the dining room. I heard a definite creak from the chair as I sat.
“Well, since you went to the party last night and promised us you wouldn’t eat anything naughty we felt a bit mean. So, today, we’re having pancakes!” she replied, coming through the door from the kitchen into the dinging room. She froze completely when she saw the site of me.
“P-P-Patrick?” she said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine Mom. What’s wrong?” I pretended, even giving a convincing look of concern on my chubby face.
“What have you been eating?” She asked “Have you been sneaking food?”
“Mom, of course not.”
“Al!!! Hey Al! Come here a second?” she shouted to my father who was sat in the study.
While her back was turned, I quickly thought of 195lbs and I felt my belly shrink and a sigh of relief as the button on my jeans relaxed.
“What is it Mary?” my father asks as he comes in.
“Look at Patrick!” she screamed.
“Why?” Looking at me. “He seems fine.”
“She faces me again.
“What? Wait. Al, he was huge! Fat I mean.!” She said
“Um… Mary, have you been drinking the cooking sherry again?” my father asks.
I quickly pranced over to the full length mirror that hung on the wall and g began to watch in amazement. With no belly in sight, my ribs were clearly defined and then they weren’t. They were disappearing by each passing second and fat started to build up and my stomach. My belly grew and grew, larger, softer and was soon dripping over the waistband of my pyjamas. Soon it stopped, and there in the mirror was me. But not quite me. It was a larger version of my myself. Huge wobbly mobs rested on my large belly. I thought, what would happen if I went down to breakfast like this. I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom and opened the cupboard door. I pulled out a t-shirt and jeans and put them on. I then went back into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror again. I decided I would gain weight until I would think that’s enough. So it began. My belly was soon hanging over my jeans, a small beach ball pooching its way out. The t-shirt soon began to ride up over the growing arc of my belly. There. That’s enough I thought. I looked into the mirror and my chubby face was grinning. I then left the bathroom and my bedroom and headed down stairs for breakfast.
“Hey Mom, what’s for breakfast?” I called as I sat down at the table in the dining room. I heard a definite creak from the chair as I sat.
“Well, since you went to the party last night and promised us you wouldn’t eat anything naughty we felt a bit mean. So, today, we’re having pancakes!” she replied, coming through the door from the kitchen into the dinging room. She froze completely when she saw the site of me.
“P-P-Patrick?” she said. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine Mom. What’s wrong?” I pretended, even giving a convincing look of concern on my chubby face.
“What have you been eating?” She asked “Have you been sneaking food?”
“Mom, of course not.”
“Al!!! Hey Al! Come here a second?” she shouted to my father who was sat in the study.
While her back was turned, I quickly thought of 195lbs and I felt my belly shrink and a sigh of relief as the button on my jeans relaxed.
“What is it Mary?” my father asks as he comes in.
“Look at Patrick!” she screamed.
“Why?” Looking at me. “He seems fine.”
“She faces me again.
“What? Wait. Al, he was huge! Fat I mean.!” She said
“Um… Mary, have you been drinking the cooking sherry again?” my father asks.