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An Alternate Reality Story

AR16: Misty's Adventure
by Matt L.

(For the previous installment of this series please click here)

This story is the property of Matt L. and is reposted with his permission. His e-mail address is writer59@aol.com, he'd like your comments sent to him.

PART ONE : THE ROAMING WIFE

Leah and Neala sat in the antique shop swapping stories. Leah was leaning back in her chair, as Neala was about to relate her latest tale when a customer walked in. The customer was a cute gal with long luxurious black hair and a soft 180-pound butterball figure. Her round face was very pretty, enhanced with cosmetics and long earrings. 21 or perhaps a little younger, she was dressed in a black T-shirt with a brown fringe vest and overly worn blue jeans, a hole in the knee.

Leah looked across the shop, "Can I help you with something miss?"

The young lady's hand flew upon her plump belly, "Nah, just looking."

Leah nodded, "Good, Missy. Look all you want, but don’t touch anything unless you ask first."

The young lady nodded and began to browse though some old books.

Leah turned back to Neala, "Now you were saying?"

Neala sipped her tea, "Qui mademoiselle. Several month ago this woman came to see me. Her son had not married wisely for his bride had an attachment to another man..... but let me relate the events as a story might sound, for you know that I can see at a distance as though nowalls exist... "

Mia sat in the lounge smoking a cigarette as Jeff approached her. Mia winked at Jeff and giggled as she blew a smoke ring in his face. Mia Demuir was a harlot. I say this not because she soaked the pockets of males dry for sexual favors, but because she married for money and not out of love. And she was putty in the hands of Jeff - who cared about money even more than her thin body.

Jeff’s hand slipped behind Mia’s back and they shared a slow kiss. "How long are we going to be meeting this way baby? Like I’m anxious, you know?"

Mia’s beauty was exceptional. Long flaming red hair that brushed against her exquisite face and a slim, shapely figure looking like a million dollars in a tight black dress. Mia put out her smoke and rubbed up against Jeff, softly purring, "Only a matter of time sweetie. You can count on it."

Jeff caressed her narrow waist and glanced over her breasts, then looked into her eyes, "Just think. I’ll have you and the cash."

Mia meowed into his ear, "Yeah, in a few months we’ll be on easy street."

Jeff jerked back his head, "A few months? That’s too long."

Mia sipped her club soda; "I can’t let loose the strings now. I just married the guy. I have to stay married long enough to claim a huge settlement in the divorce."

Mia turned and faced the bar, "I mean I hate living with that toad and his mom. Sometimes I want to leave right now, but I can’t."

Jeff nodded, "Okay, okay. I got us a room at the Ramada Inn; are you ready to leave?"

Mia spun around, "Actually, yes."

The couple left the joint, Jeff’s hand placed upon Mia’s small behind.

If her husband was a terrible person, maybe Mia wouldn’t be so out of place, but truth be told, Nick Alton was a decent young man. It didn’t matter to her that Nick worked hard for a living and was a gentleman. Mia was attracted to his bankbook and the fact that he owned his own business and had more money than he knew what to do with.

Nick was good looking too, but not exactly what she preferred in a lover. Nick was heavyset, nearly 280-pounds and Mia didn’t favor stout men unless they had cash. Mia was a waitress at a fancy club, that’s where she met Nick. At first she only paid attention to him to acquire bigger tips, until she found out his worth. Then she was all over the hapless guy.

Nick was like a lot of men - dense when it came to understanding women's weiles. He believed her words and actually thought she harbored feelings for him. Mia only cared about Mia. In the six months since they married, Nick lavished her with gifts, spoiled her with trips to health spa’s and more.

His mother, Mrs. Alton, had heard of me from local gossip and paid me a visit. She made no bones about it mademoiselle, though her son had deep affection for this little cocotte, she had none for him. Mrs. Alton asked me to arrange a spell - but not for him to lose her, no.

Her son was blind to her lascivious behavior. She wanted me to cast a love spell, but also to change her appearance. Mrs. Alton had gotten wind that her daughter n law would ridicule her son’s weight behind his back.. Thus Mrs. Alton requested that Mia become heavier than her child.

I asked for a strand of Mia’s hair, an article of clothing, a photograph and a sample of her handwriting. Mrs. Alton complied with my request and I went to work on the spell.

Mia looked fetching that afternoon at the mall when I saw her. She was in a tube top and shorts as she promenaded through the shops catching admiring glances from all types of men. Then Mia journeyed into a swanky sportswear store and was looking over swimwear when it happened.

Mia’s flat tummy slowly swelled, pushing outwards over the shorts. Her hips widened as her butt slightly expanded and her thighs became thicker. The button of the shorts popped open as her tummy became fuller. Not noticing the 15-pounds added to her body, Mia continued looking over the throng bikini’s until a preppy saleswoman approached her.

"Might I advise you miss to maybe check out the one-piece bathing suits", the saleswoman suggested. Mia’s shorts barely fit, a roll of fat pouring over the waistband, flabby saddlebags stretching the material.

"What do you mean miss, I have the perfect shape for a thong", Mia told the saleswoman. The saleswoman shrugged her shoulders and then walked away.

Mia’s belly shook like jell-o as she walked over to the next section of swimwear. It was then Mia saw her reflection in a mirror. A sideways view of her shape exposed her protruding belly, inflated rear and husky thighs. Mia froze for a second before facing the mirror and examining her plump figure. Her hand cradled her soft potbelly and she whined, "Oh my, how did this happen?"

Mia tried in vain to button her shorts, but her potbelly refused to cooperate. Fleeing the store, Mia headed towards the parking lot, but stopped in front of an ice cream shop. Before she could comprehend what was happening, she was seated in the ice cream shop devouring a large banana split with extra whip cream. Mia gobbled up the banana split in a hurry, her face smeared with ice cream and chocolate syrup.

Mia wasn’t quite done. Wiping her mouth with her wrist, Mia called over to the waitress, "Can I have a few big cookies? Four, no wait. Five big cookies and a vanilla milk shake."

As Mia consumed the sweets, her body continued to change. Her breasts increased in size and weight, barely contained in the tube top, they expanded sideways and upwards. Mia’s upper arms became fuller and loss tone. Then her face became puffy and rounder, producing a tiny double chin. Her body appeared bloated as she reached 145-pounds.

Once at home, Mia had a tough time removing her shorts. Mia needed to lie on the bed and pull them off since the shorts were snuggly glued to her thick thighs. Back on her feet, Mia had no memory of her pig-out. Rubbing the back of her head she exclaimed "This is so crazy. Could this be water weight?"

Mia of course had no memory of what she had eaten. She glanced over her thighs as the lower part of her body began to fatten. Her thighs went from thick to chunky to hefty. Her butt ballooned; becoming as plump as it was wide. Mia’s hips began to expand; spreading outwards as her waist became pudgy. Her sexy underwear strained from her girth and within a few seconds seemingly disappeared beneath her fat.

Mia was frantic as I watched in my ball.

"This can’t be happening," she cried.

But of course it was. Her figure looked out of place with the lower half of her body much larger than the top. Mia glanced at her reflection and as she inspected her face, another 50-pounds captured her body. Her diamond shaped face slowly changed to oval shape then completely round. Her high cheekbones puffed out as a layer of fat coated her face. Her nose became wider and developed a ball of fat on the tip.

The tiny double chin flowed in width and became thicker and thicker. Her upper arms doubled in size as well as her breasts, which laid upon her podgy tummy. Her belly curled as it inflated and pushed outwards. The lower half of her body still claiming most of her weight. Large rolls of flab circled her tubby waist and her hips generously expanded. Mia’s posterior fattened into a gigantic bubble butt that shook over her humongous thighs.

Another wave of weight gain followed and Mia became larger and heavier, finally stopping as she reached 350-pounds.

I used my spell in such way; no one would remember Mia as anything but heavy. Especially Nick and Jeff. Jeff would have no interest in her anyway at that size, but Nick would still find her attractive. Mrs. Alton before hand, picked up garments for her large size daughter in law, thus she wouldn’t have to run around the house naked.

Mia scratched her head and made tracks to the closet, unaware that she was ever slim. She had just slid a sweatshirt over her body as Nick entered the bedroom.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" Mia slowly waddled over to Nick, then wrapped her arms around him.

"Strange Nick. Like my memory is fuzzy or something?", Mia questioned.

Nick rubbed his hand over her spacious waist, "Dinner will be ready in an hour, what would you want to do afterwards?"

Mia smiled, "Anything sweetie, just as long as I’m with you." With that comment fresh in the air, they kissed.​

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#PART TWO : WEIGHT FOR THE RIGHT MAN.

Leah smiled, "That’s a cute story, I do so love happy endings."

Neala nodded, "I recently heard from Mrs. Alton, she said Nick and Mia were on a second honeymoon."

Leah looked over and saw the young lady still browsing and then turned her attention back to Neala, "I have a story for you too."

Neala grinned, "Please Mademoiselle, do share."

Leah smiled, "It goes like this:

"He’s a married man, he’s not going to leave his wife", Mrs. Fletcher told her daughter.

Heather Fletcher was an ambitious young lady who did what she wanted, despite her mother’s wishes.

"He’s separated mom. Trust me, he’ll untie the knot once he’s around me long enough."

Heather was quite the dish. Long wavy blond hair, extremely beautiful face and amply endowed curvaceous figure. Though Heather wasn’t always this way. Just before entering college, Heather tipped the scales at roughly 185 pounds.

College changed Heather in more ways then just her weight. Originally Heather wanted to become a social worker and to help unwed mothers and children from broken homes. However, as she dropped the pounds and discovered cosmetics and trendy clothes, the former chubby old fashion girl next door developed a change in attitude.

She broke off her engagement to Steve Wyler, who she had dated since high school and became among other things, arrogant, self-centered and vain. Heather switched majors and after earning a law degree, joined a highly influential law firm which served only the upper class members of society.

Heather would only date wealthy men, for she sought a life of comfort and leisure. Sterling Jacob Howard II was just that type of man. He might have been a twice-married cad to the letter, but was a brilliant attorney who rolled in cash. Mrs. Fletcher folded her arms; "I haven’t a clue why you broke up with Steve? There was a nice young man who respected you."

The 29 year-old Heather glanced at her reflection in the mirror, "Steve was nice, I’ll give you that, but what? He’s still working at a gas station."

"Actually he is part owner of it now, " remarked her miom. He's a very good mechanic, nit a gas jockey,"

Heather smiled at her reflection; the red gown lavishly showed off her well-proportioned figure.

"I want a man who can afford me", Heather replied as she spun around.

Mrs. Fletcher scanned her memory, "You didn’t think so back in high school. y gosh, I remember how he would brighten your day just by coming over and play board games with you."

Heather snickered, "That was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter."

Heather paraded around the living room; "I was a different person back then. Shy, awkward, fat. Steve was the only guy that gave me the time of day. I know, I know, I don’t appreciate that now, but so what? I’ve changed."

Mrs. Fletcher shook her head, "No kidding."

Heather placed her hands on her slender hips, "If Steve and I were still together, I’d still be fat and frumpy. No future, just ....."

Mrs. Fletcher interrupted her daughter; "You’re wrong baby. You were very cute when you were chubby. I’m confident if you never lost weight, you’d be happier because you would of used your ambition for the good of others and been with a fine gentleman."

Heather sipped her bottled water, then giggled, "So I’d be fat and happy? Doubtful."

The evening flew by and the very next day, Heather coincidently ran into Steve. It was at the supermarket and through Steve was dressed in his dirty work clothes; Heather looked outstanding in a purple silk blouse and gray skirt.

"Hey Heather, how have you been?", Steve asked as he glanced over Heather’s slender form.

Heather brushed back her beautiful mane, "Just find Steve, actually better then fine, I’m marvelous."

Steve nodded, "You look fabulous, hardly the girl who needed a girdle to fit into her prom dress."

Heather rolled her eyes, "Stop that Steve. That was a long time ago."

A grin took shape on Steve’s face, "You seeing anyone?"

Heather pretentiously smirked, "You heard of Sterling Jacob Howard the second?"

Steve nodded, "Sure I have. He’s a very powerful attorney, only handles the rich and famous."

Heather purred, "We’re an item."

"I thought he was married?", Steve asked.

Heather giggled, "For the time being."

Heather began to brag, "We went out last night and Sterling brought me to that exclusive new Michigan Avenue restaurant. We had steak and lobster, then we went dancing."

Steve chuckled; "I remember when you were happy with a pizza and a movie."

Heather dropped a carton of low fat yogurt into her shopping cart; "My taste has vastly improved. I demand the finer things in life."

Heather began to walk away and Steve casually brought up, "Heather, I know we float in different circles now. I know that I could never financially match Sterling, but I kind of miss you and wish we could still be at least friends. We used to have so much fun together."

Heather paused and then turned around. "That’s not a good idea. Socializing with you would be a step down."

Heather waved as she continued her trek through the supermarket, "You’re a wonderful guy Steve, but really, you can’t believe we’d still be friends."

Steve responded with the remark, "You’re my true love, remember when you said that?"

Heather turned around, still moving, but at a slower pace, "Yeah, so what? I was a naive fat chick back then."

Steve ran up to Heather, "No you weren’t. You were vibrant and kind, good natured and beautiful. You told me I was your true love in your kitchen, after we got in out of the snow. It was a blizzard and we had a snowball fight and your mother made us hot chocolate."

Steve’s words did in fact touch Heather’s heart and bring back memories, but her avaricious nature blocked off the sentiments. Steve stood as he watched Heather walk away.

A few days went by and Steve eventually ran into Mrs. Fletcher who lauded over Steve’s finer qualities. She mentioned that her daughter might be intelligent, but lacked common sense. That Steve was the right man for Heather and if it were up to her, Heather would still be the same girl whom Steve helped with homework, watched Saturday morning cartoons, taken to the prom. Even if she was still chubby, at least she would have a man who’d appreciate her. Mrs. Fletcher knew as well, Heather would have still been in love with Steve.

I learned of all this through a mutual friend of ours and invited Mrs. Fletcher to my antique shop. There I escorted Mrs. Fletcher to my backroom and as she gazed into my mirror made her wish.

Mrs. Fletcher discovered herself at home. It was nearly five o’clock and she was about ready to enter the kitchen to prepare dinner when the front door opened and Heather walked in. Mrs. Fletcher blinked as she thought to herself, "Oh my gosh, it worked!"

Heather’s reality was indeed altered. Heather was now the young lady she would have become if she never lost weight. Heather’s blond hair was now shorter, worn up in a professional style that accented the roundness of her chubby face.

Looking absolutely cute, she had fuller cheeks and a distinct double chin. Heather was nicely dressed in a red dress and blue jacket that complimented her 250-pound full figure. Heather’s big upper arms seemed uncomfortable in the jacket and her buxom breasts rode over her enormous belly. A few rolls of fat, the largest one settling over her immensely wide hips, circled her pudgy waist. Heather’s plump derriere was circular in shape, as broad as it was bloated; it bounced over her husky thighs. Heather ditched her briefcase on the table as she remarked to her mother, "Is my hubby home yet?"

Mrs. Fletcher realized with profound happiness, Heather was married to Steve. As this reality sunk into Mrs. Fletcher’s mind, it became apparent that Heather never became a lawyer, but in fact was a social worker. Heather removed her jacket, "It took the better part of day, but I finally found a job for that single mom I was telling you about."

Mrs. Fletcher smiled, "That’s great baby, congratulations."

Heather reached into a crystal candy dish and helped herself to a few chocolates. "We’re going order pizza tonight mom, so don’t start anything for dinner."

Mrs. Fletcher nodded as her daughter continued, "We’ll order when Steve gets home, but right now I going to take a shower."

A half-hour later, Heather caught up with her mom in the kitchen. Heather was in a black T-shirt that exaggerated the size of her beefy upper arms and large bosom, while the gray sweatpants amplified the roundness of her big belly and hefty bubble butt. Mrs. Fletcher was still amazed by Heather’s transformation and grinned as her daughter plopped down at the kitchen table with two cupcakes.

"I shouldn’t really be eating this, I just weighed myself and I put on four pounds in a week", Heather told her mom. Mrs. Fletcher stood and walked over to the fridge,

"How about a glass of milk?"

Heather giggled, "Yeah, good idea."

Heather finished the first cupcake and as her mom poured the milk, remarkeda s she gently patted her belly, "I hope Steve’s not too angry. I keep getting fatter and fatter."

Mrs. Fletcher handed her daughter the glass of milk, "Why would Steve be angry? He loves you and accepts you just the way you are."

Heather smiled, "I guess I needed a little reassurance."

A few minutes later Steve was home with a bouquet for his lady. "Sorry I’m late, but the guy at the flower shop had problems with his delivery van, so I helped him out."

Steve handed Heather the flowers and they briefly kissed. Mrs. Fletcher walked over to the couple and then turned to Steve; "Heather’s worried about a few pounds she put
on."

Heather covered her mouth, "Mom; you didn’t have to tell him."

Steve smiled at his mother in law, "That’s okay. I think Heather looks gorgeous."

Heather grinned as she blushed, "Aw Steve."

Steve ran his hand across Heather’s chubby cheek and as he glanced into her eyes, she softly admitted, ”You’re the only love of my life."​

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PART THREE : FUN AT LUNCH

Neala grinned and applauded, "Excellent tale mademoiselle. I think Mon Cheri Heather is better off with Steve."

Leah concurred as she refilled Neala’s cup, "Yes, that Sterling Jacob Howard the second would have made her Miserable. What a jerk. At least Steve will be loyal and faithful."

Neala glanced over at the dark haired young lady who was now thumbing through old Magazines. Neala chuckled and turned to Leah, "That young lady reminds me of a little incident that I handled rather humorously. May I favor you with this story?"

Leah sipped her tea, glanced at the young lady and then turned her attention back to Neala, "Please go a head, your stories are always intriguing."

Pamela Templeton and Serena Burgeilos were friends from before high school. Recent college graduates they both had high profile jobs, unlike their other buddy, Brenda Warner.

Brenda had financial difficulties and couldn’t go to school full time; thus ended up being a part time student, part time waitress at a fast food restaurant. The same fast food restaurant that Pamela and Serena decided to lunch at one Saturday afternoon. I happened to be there too.

A large mane of golden blond hair framed Pamela’s attractive face. Just a little bit pear shaped, Pamela’s slender figure looked very preppy in a pink Old Navy T-shirt and blue Gap jeans. Serena had short, wavy black her that complimented her sweet face. Though Serena’s facial features were a tad chubby with full cheeks and minor double chin, her figure was slim and shapely. Serena looked fabulous in a dark red, short sleeve blouse and black skirt.

Though Serena and Pamela kept in touch, I percieved that it had been a period of six months since last they saw Brenda. This was the main reason why they choose that restaurant to have lunch.

When the ladies entered the restaurant and were shocked when they saw Brenda. That's what first caugh tmy attention.

"Oh my gosh, look how fat she got", Pamela whispered to Serena.

Serena nodded, "Yeah, she really put on the weight."

Brenda’s curly dark brown hair was comb back, just reaching her shoulders, flattering her round pretty face. Brenda had soft, pudgy cheeks and an ample double chin that was as thick as it was wide. Dressed in her uniform, which consisted of a dark green top and navy blue spandex slacks, Brenda’s body was quite well fed. Her upper arms were a little plump and her breasts were in modest proportion to the rest of her body.

Though Brenda’s waist was thick and her hips wide, most of the weight catered to her belly, butt and thighs. Brenda’s bloated belly was very flabby, stretching the spandex fabric as it poured downwards and her big butt curved high into the air over her chunky thighs.

Brenda was full of smiles as she waited on her friends; "I’ll take an early coffee break so we can catch up on current events."

Pamela and Serena didn’t mind and even encouraged her to join them. Once Pamela and Serena received their meals, they took to their table and I heard them readily exchanging catty gibes against Brenda.

"Did you see the size of her Belly? Ew. How much do you think she weighs?" Pamela asked as she started on her fries.

Serena replied before sipping her cola, "Over 150, maybe 175-pounds?"

Pamela laughed, "When she turned around and I saw the size of her rear, I thought, billboard."

Serena nodded, "Her ass is as large as ours put together."

Pamela snapped back, "Larger."

Serena tilted her head, "I wonder how she put on so much weight, I mean she was like 125-pounds a year ago."

Pamela washed down a bite of her burger, then remarked, "She probably got fat from working here."

The girls continued to make fun of their friend, all of the comments rude, a few just plain mean. However, sitting at the next table over was myself, Neala, enjoying a cup of coffee after finishing my meal. I listened intently as Serena and Pamela joked about the weight Brenda put on, and was about to cast a spell to even the score. However, I saw Brenda approaching their table and decided to give the slim ladies a chance to redeem themselves.

Brenda took a seat and giggled, "I haven’t seen you two since Brad Kalmers party. That was what? Six or seven months ago? What have you two been up to?"

Serena went first and spoke about her degree in business law and about the various successful men she was dating. Pamela went next and brought up her job as A copywriter for a major publishing house and of course, the newest love of her life, Tad Ryne.

"You remember Tad, don’t cha Brenda?", Pamela asked.

Tad was one of the most popular guys in high school and all three girls were smitten with him. However, at the time he had a steady girlfriend, so it was just a mutual friendship that transpired between the four of them. Brenda raised her eyebrows, "Are you and Tad an item?"

Pamela softly giggled, "No, of course not. But we’re perfectly suited for each other, so it’s only a matter of time."

Brenda drew a breath, "That’s pretty heavy."

Pamela grinned, "I know, it’s cool. After all, very few men are in Tad’s League."

Brenda scratched her podgy belly, "That’s not what I meant. I know Tad is an outstanding gentleman."

Pamela sipped her diet cola, then asked, "What did you mean?"

Brenda leaned back in her chair, "I met Tad last week at a Cubs game, and he asked me out."

Serena snickered, "Oh oh Pam, you have some competition."

Pamela responded with a laugh and thus Brenda asked, "What’s so funny?"

"You, competition? I doubt it", Pamela replied.

Brenda folded her arms over her breasts, "Why would Tad ask me out if he weren’t interested in me?"

Pamela giggled, "I’m sure he likes you, but Brenda get real."

Pamela placed her hands over her slender waist and smiled, "Why would he want a serious relationship with you, when he can have me. After all, which one of us is the more attractive?"

Brenda leaned over the table, directing her attention towards Pamela, "Just because I put on a few pounds, doesn’t mean I’m not attractive."

Pamela maliciously giggled, "A few pounds? Hey baby look in the mirror, you got fat."

Serena grinned, "How much weight did you put on? "

Brenda turned to Serena, "Does that actually matter?"

"I’m thinking around 50-pounds?" , Serena boldly guessed.

Brenda stood up, "50-pounds? Serena do I actually look like I weigh 170-pounds?"

Pamela bit into her burger, then replied, "You’re a big girl, Brenda. So I think 170, 175-pounds sounds about right."

Brenda placed her hands over her hips; "I’m just under 160-pounds."

Pamela laughed, "Oh really? I doubt it. You’re like, so huge."

Brenda rolled her eyes and then sarcastically remarked, "My coffee break is over, nice talking with you girls."

As Brenda briskly walked away, Serena remarked, "That uniform isn’t very kind to your butt. If I were you, I’d buy a new one."

That was all I needed to see, mademoiselle. I was in a rather playful mood that afternoon and so instead of making them heavier right away, I had some fun. I reached into my purse and removed a small crystal ball. I tightly clutched the crystal ball and thus the ball allowed my psychic cognition to absorb every detail concerning their lives. When I do this Neala knows their every fear, doubt and secret.

Glancing over at the two young ladies, I remarked with a sly grin, "Serena and Pamela lie no more, be honest with your friend on what their body deplores."

Serena watched Pamela polish off her burger, "Pam baby, I hope you’re aware of how much you eat. Your thighs and butt are really starting to fill out."

Pamela’s hand drifted to her thigh, "Huh? You want to talk about filling out? Your hips are kind of wide and haven˜t I seen a little pouch on your tummy?"

It was all-true. Though slender, Pamela was indeed a little pear shaped and the few extra pounds she put on while in college went directly to her thighs and butt. As for Serena, her hips were always a tad wide, giving her an hourglass figure, but over the last year, they seemed to have spread further. It was likewise a fact; her once smooth tummy now had a small pouch. Not very big, but big enough for Serena to wear tummy control underwear to keep it flat.

Serena tilted her head, "I’m surprised with the way you put away the food, you’re not five dress sizes larger?"

Pamela smiled; "I have a fast metabolism and to some degree, I can eat as much as I like and rarely put on weight."

I decided to slow down Pamela’s metabolism, which instantly added 10-pounds to her body. Pamela’s face filled out just enough to add a tiny second chin and puffy cheeks, while her tummy developed a noticeable little bulge. Her belly slightly poured over her designer jeans, now much tighter due to the expansion of her butt and thighs. Her plump round derriere stretched the fabric of her jeans as did her husky thighs.

My next move was to make the girls feel self-conscious about their bodies.

"I wish my face didn’t look so fat", Serena protested with a frown.

Pamela whined, "Oh my gosh Serena, be happy you don’t have my big thighs."

Serena nodded, "Yeah you’re right. Your thighs are like, so huge and your butt, whoa!"

Pamela nodded, "Don’t remind me."

Serena’s fingers slowly examined her hips, "I’m so blasted wide, I’m built to have babies."

Neala then caused Brenda to return with a tray full of goodies.

"Here ya go ladies", Brenda remarked as she placed various kinds of desserts in front of the girls.

Serena giggled, "You read my mind."

Brenda placed her hands over her hips; "Of course I did Serena. You have a big appetite."

Pamela eyed the cherry pie and ice cream in front of her, "I don’t think this is such a good idea."

Brenda tilted her head, "Oh really Pam? You never turn down pie and ice cream. That’s why I brought you such a huge helping."

On a large plate was a third of a cherry pie, almost completely covered with ice cream. Pamela glanced at Serena, who was already eating, "Serena, take it easy. You’re making a pig out of yourself."

I grinned and Pamela lost control, voraciously eating the pie and ice cream. Brenda walked back to the serving counter as the girls continued to consume the desserts. I felt the girls gave a false interpretation of their beauty and so I removed every trace of cosmetic enhancement from their face˜s. Though the girls were still pretty minus the makeup, Pamela’s facial features were closer to average then exceptional.

I continued working on Pamela, reverting her hair back to its natural dirty blond color and removing the products that gave her mane body and shine. Pamela now had long, lackluster hair that lingered over her shoulders.

Next I hen did a number on Serena, removing the conditioner from Serena’s hair, which caused her hair to become flat and dull looking. Then her contacts were exchanged for old fashion granny style glasses
complete with chain wrapped over her neck.

The girls, mesmerized and unaware of the changes, continued to eat in a manner that wasn˜t very lady like. They ate with their fingers, at times eating portions larger then their mouths and wiping their fingers on their clothes. A couple of guys entered the restaurant and I sensed they knew the three friends, so Iremoved Serena’s and Pamela’s confidence, which caused them to become shy and awkward around men they found attractive.

The guys approached Serena and Pamela and as they flirted, the girls mainly blushed and giggled. When they did speak, they nervously stuttered. Eventually the guys walked over to the serving counter and after ordering their meals, invited Brenda to a social gathering over the weekend. Brenda accepted the invitation and as the guys took their order to go, walked by the girls without saying a word.

Serena gobbled up a large piece of pie, "Why didn’t they ask us to the party?"

Pamela wiped her sticky fingers off her shirt, "I’m not sure?"

A few minutes later, Brenda brought her friends milkshakes and cookies. As Brenda walked away, Pamela remarked, "She’s not too bad."

I then tweaked their behavior concerning food and men,. I arranging for Serena and Pamela to become gluttonous little piggies. At dinner parties
they would shamefully embarrass themselves, at work they would hide food to munch on throughout the day. I also made them feel insecure around the successful men they were attracted to. No longer in their league, Serena and Pamela would seek out quiet guys; guys who were shy and lacked self-esteem. Nice guys mind ya, but not the cool, popular guys they once desired.

Pamela pouted as she gobbled up a cookie, "Who am I kidding? Tad only likes me as a friend."

Serena nodded, "Brenda is more his style."

I stood up and glanced over Pamela and Serena, their faces smeared with pie and ice cream, their clothes stained as well. I had to bite my lip from giggling, as I watched them eating with their fingers. I altered their perception of fashion and changed their wardrobes.

Pamela was now dressed in a soiled blue T-shirt and over size jeans and Serena was wearing a nerdy looking olive green short sleeve blouse and dark green spandex slacks. I slowly maneuvered myself around them and took one last glance before leaving the restaurant. It was little over a year the next time I would next see them....

A YEAR LATER

I was enjoying my lunch as Pamela and Serena entered the restaurant. They of course did not know Neala from anyone, but I grinned at the ladies as they approached the serving counter. Pamela’s dull blond hair was short, resting on her shoulders, enhancing the roundness of her chubby face. The black T-shirt she wore took advantage of her big upper arms and buxom breasts, as her red sweatpants showed off her enormous rear and gigantic thighs.

At 305-pounds, Pamela was now extremely pear shaped with unusually broad hips and chunky waist. Serena’s facial features were completely round and fat with pudgy cheeks and two thick double chins. Her glasses and short pigtails added to her nerdy appearance as did her nasally voice. "I’ll have two burgers, French-fries, onion rings, pie with ice cream and a diet cola."

Pamela ordered next, her voice now consisted of a permanent whine, "Can I please have a cheeseburger, a slice of pizza, chocolate milk and four donuts."

Serena’s 319-pound body was dressed in a red and black striped T-shirt with an open green sweater and orange and red checkered sweatpants. Serena’s butterball figure looked soft and flabby, her humungous belly was just as large as her bloated rear. Her upper arms were huge and her thighs were tree trunk size. The girls received their meals and took to a table.

I approached the girls, but first read their minds for recent developments concerning their lives. Though Pamela was still a copywriter, her dates were few and far between. Guys some how no longer found her as desirable. Maybe it was because she was constantly eating and would speak with her mouth full of food.

Serena managed to get a job at Wal-mart and was dating a young man who rarely had a job lasting longer than a month.

I smiled, "Good afternoon ladies."

The girls already deep into their food returned the smile. I then brought up Brenda. "Aren’t you friends with that sweet girl who used to work here, Brenda?"

Serena shoveled fries into her mouth, "Yeah; we’re friends with Brenda."

Pamela gobbled up the pizza as she whined, "We’re like her best friends."

Serena shook her head so quickly, her glasses slipped down nose, "Yeah; Brenda is very nice to us. She even invites us to parties and many people don’t do that."

Pamela sipped her milkshake; "Brenda is now working as a receptionist for a psychologist."

Serena pushed up her glasses, getting a thumbprint on the lens, "Once Brenda finishes school; she’ll be a psychologist too."

Neala smiled, "Then I’m sure she’ll gladly help you with your poor self-esteem and over eating."

Serena and Pamela looked at one another.

"Who overeats and has poor self-esteem?", Pamela asked me before consuming a donut in one bite.

It was so precious that I had to work hard to suppress a smile. They were totally in denial about their size.,​

Leah giggled a bit as Neala rose, indicating it was time for her to go.

PART FOUR : THE PROTÉGÉ

Once Neala parted company, Leah decided to confront the young lady who was hanging around her shop. Leah looked over her glasses, "Pardon me Miss, I don’t mean to be rude, but you’ve been in my shop nearly an hour, can I help you with anything?"

The young lady turned away from the jewelry case she was eyeing, "Actually ma’am, I was originally here to see if you were hiring, but I couldn’t get over the stories I heard by you and that other lady. Are they like, factual?"

Leah tilted her head, "What’s your name?"

The young lady smiled, "Michelle. Michelle Fallon to be exact, but my friends call me Misty."

Leah introduced herself then escorted Misty over to the counter, "Take a seat Misty. Would you like some hot tea?"

Misty hopped upon a stool; "Tea’s not my thing. You have any diet cola?"

Leah snickered, "I think I have something in back, give me a few minutes."

Leah returned and handed Misty a glass of cola.

"You’re not from around here?", Leah asked.

Misty sipped the cola, "No, not really. I just graduated college and I’m looking for work."

Leah smiled, "Come now, don’t lie to me."

Misty blinked, "I’m serious Leah, I’m just looking for work until something opens in my field of expertise."

Leah rocked her head, "Oh really, Misty. Your field of expertise would be?"

Misty raised her eyebrows, "Ah, biochemistry."

Leah chuckled as she took Misty’s left hand, "I’ll tell you everything I need to know."

Leah closed her eyes; "You’re from Orland Park Illinois. You’re upset and left home after your dad remarried. You have a small room at a flea bag motel near Harlem and 95 street."

Misty giggled, Like, you’re so right."

Leah continued, "You have stepsisters. Two spoiled brats who give you a hard time. They played a practical joke on you. Two other’s been in on it."

Leah opened her eyes and Misty explained, "My stepsister’s and their two friends set me up with this guy. I kind of knew him from like, the neighborhood, but not really. Any way they told me that they set me up with this guy, like to make up for giving me a hard time because I’m fat, you know?"

Leah nodded, "They told the young man something different?"

Misty was in awe, "Like wow, how did you know that?"

Leah grinned; "I know a lot of things. You weren’t always chubby."

Misty dropped her head, "No ma’am, I wasn’t. Matter of fact, believe it or not, I was even a cheerleader. But after I turned 17 and my mom left us for some jerk who hung dry wall, I put on like, 60-pounds."

Leah shook her head, "You found eating an outlet for your anger and resentment."

Misty sipped her cola, "Like, yeah."

"About this guy they set you up with. They callously provoked him to take you out for disparaging reasons?", Leah asked.

Misty blinked, "I think? Eh, the joke was, if he fed me, I’d you know. do the big nasty."

Leah stood up, "Well Misty, that motel is not a safe place for a girl like you. Admit it, you’re spoiled too and even though you’re 21-years-old, a tad immature for your age."

Misty half-smiled, "Well I’ll be 22 next August."

Leah giggled, "Still, you happen upon my door looking for help, I won’t turn you away."

Misty replied with a cheerful smile, "Then you’ll hire me?"

Leah nodded, "Yes; I’ll take you under my wing. I have a guest room at my place where you can reside until you’re on your feet."

Misty hopped off the stool, "Fab-tab-ulous!"

Leah planted her hands upon her hips; "I do have a few rules. One, ask me before you touch anything. Two, you’ll work evenings and not in sales. Not yet anyways. You’ll clean and run errands, that type of rigmarole."

Misty nodded, "I can do that, I’ve watched our maid, like hundreds of times."

Leah giggled, "Hush, I’m not finished yet. You’re a comely maiden, I suspect you’ll attract many...."

Misty interrupted Leah, "Comely? Is that like an old English, Shakespeare word for beautiful?"

Leah shook her head, "Yeah, might I continue?"

Nervously Misty adjusted her black T-shirt over her well-fed belly, "Sorry, 'cept, you really think I’m beautiful? I know my face is kind of cute, but I have ...."

Leah folded her arms over her bust and drew a breath.

"Oh oh, sorry. Like, sometimes I talk too much. In high school the cheerleaders used to call me breezy."

Leah snickered, then continued, "If you decide to date, I want to meet the fellows. You’ll have no curfew, but please let me know where you’re at. I also think you should call your dad at least once a week, starting tonight."

Casually Misty shook her head, "That’s fine. How much will I be making?"

Leah rubbed her chin, "Hmmm good question. We’ll start you off at twenty dollars per day plus room and board. Oh another thing. When you meet my husband Boris, stay clear of topics like communism and baseball. He doesn’t know when to shut up."

Misty lit up, "Does he like movies?"

Leah smiled, "Movies are okay. Matter of fact, he’d love to share his old stories with you back when he was an extra."

Misty leaned over the counter, "About stories; can you really make someone fat?"

Leah nodded, "I dabble in things most people aren˜t aware of, but please keep it under wraps."

Misty grinned, "That is like so far out crazy! Cause I know of four chicks who could really use a few extra pounds."

Leah softly patted the side of Misty’s chubby face. "In due time sweetie, in due time."

The weeks flew by and Leah taught Misty everything there was to know about the antique business. In between cleaning and stocking items, Leah shared with Misty various tidbits about weight gain and altering realities. Misty was a charming guest and behaved in a lady like fashion, with one exception. Misty wanted to get back at her stepsisters and their friends.

Eventually Leah gave in. "These pearl earrings are rather old, do not lose them", Leah told Misty.

Misty agreed not to and Leah continued, "With these earrings you can alter reality, even change locations and peer into the future."

Misty placed on the earrings, "Cool, Leah. Sounds absolutely peachy."

Leah kissed Misty on her cheek, "Have a safe trip, I’ll see you shortly."

Orland Park Illinois was a beautiful Chicago suburb less than an hour ride from Leah’s shop in the city. Misty’s father wasn’t home much due to business, but her step mom treated Misty like she was her own child. However, her stepsisters treated Misty like a second class citizen. Courtney was the youngest of the pair, the exact same age as Misty. Though unlike Misty, Courtney finished college and was hired as an assistant manager for an accounting firm downtown.

Courtney had long wavy brownish-blond hair and an enchanting, exquisite face. At 125-pounds, Courtney wore outfits that celebrated her figure. What Courtney did have in common with Misty was that while working at a fast food restaurant while in college, Courtney did manage to fill out. Though the needle on the scale reached 146-pounds, Courtney did manage to slim down before graduation. Misty’s other stepsister was married and thus lucky for Misty, she didn’t have to deal with her too often. Needless to say, Debbie made up for lost time.

Debbie was a vain, smug vixen who sought amusement by belittling those who weren’t as well off as she was. She boasted about her beauty, her wealthy husband, her beach house, anything and everything. Debbie would viciously remind Misty that she was chubby, lacked a college education and didn’t have a boyfriend. Debbie had short wavy chocolate brown hair and a highly attractive face that most fashion models would envy. Her 130-pound hourglass figure was always dressed in the latest fashions that easily complimented her body.

Misty also had a hard time with two of Courtney’s companions. Tricia Maxwell was snobby Gucci chick who was spoiled by her wealthy dad. A tough day for Tricia meant having to wait to get her nails down. Tricia spent most of her time at a ritzy country club, soaking in the sun and flirting with the well to do males. Her light blond hair was shoulder length and she had simply gorgeous facial features. Her slim 120-pound figure was curvy, though her ample bust was surgically altered.

Then there was Taylor Commons, who befriended Debbie in high school, but later joined Courtney and Tricia’s clique. Taylor resembled the girl next door, only if she lived in a haunted house. She had a preppy look to herself, wavy short light brown hair, cute face and clad her slender 125-pound figure in trendy outfits. Taylor had an acid tongue and sarcasm was her second nature. A kind word was never said to anyone Taylor looked down upon and Misty was often on the receiving end of her gibes. Funny thing, Taylor was employed at a local TV station as a member of their public relations staff.

That very evening Misty returned home, her step mom made her daughters and friends take her out for some fun. At first they treated Misty cordial, but slowly and surely, Misty was made to feel like she had the plague. Bad enough they rarely spoke to her, but at a family style restaurant Misty was forced to listen to their petty problems and rant about their popularity and beauty. Worse of all, the four slick chicks made sport of a few chubby college cuties who sat near by.

Misty only smiled as her fingers roamed across the earrings.

"I’m going to have so much fun tomorrow giving them what they deserve", Misty thought to herself.
 

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PART FIVE - VISITING: TAYLOR AND TRICIA

Misty decided to alter the friends first and tackle her stepsisters last. Taylor was at the WGN studios that afternoon looking like a lady professional in a stylish pink blazer and skirt. Misty wanted to fit in and go unnoticed, she her attire consisted of a blue blouse and khaki slacks.

Taylor was returning to her office from lunch and spotted Misty, "Misty? You look nice, going for a job interview? Of course if you would have let me known, I think could of pulled a few strings and gotten you on the housekeeping staff."

Misty chuckled, "Very funny, Taylor. Do these thoughts just enter your head or do you stay up all night thinking them up?"

Taylor grinned, "Nice come back kid. Don’t think so hard you might hurt yourself."

Misty tilted her head, "Know what Taylor? You believe you think you can get away with a lot of stuff due to your appearance. Like your insensitive cutups and catty remarks."

Taylor folded her arms over her bust, "Oh pish-posh; you’re intimidated by my beauty and insecure because you’re fat."

Misty giggled, "Right Einstein, you’re really a genius because you mastered the art of insulting those you think are inferior. Matter of fact Taylor you insult everyone."

The earrings softly glowed as Misty continued, "Your boyfriend, your secretary, the kid who asks paper or plastic at the supermarket, everyone and anyone. What makes you think you’re so superior?"

Taylor felt odd, not quite fear, but to a great degree uncomfortable, "Listen Misty, I have a job to do around here, so I have to get back to my office."

Misty swung her head sideways, "Uh-huh, don’t think so Taylor."

Taylor wanted to make fast tracks away from Misty, but couldn’t budge from her spot. "Oh Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. You’re the one who’s insecure. I see a comely young lady hiding behind her designer outfits, preppy hairstyle and cosmetics. You’re mean to people because you lack confidence and self-esteem. Outwardly you project this headstrong young lady, but inside you’re weak and scared."

Taylor nervously babbled, "I’m not weak or anything like that. What could I possibly be afraid of?"

Misty mildly giggled, "Oh my gosh, you’re so pathetic. You’re scared of losing your figure, your looks. You are such a nasty person, without your appearance, who’d care about you?"

Misty grinned, "What if you had a soft potbelly?"

Taylor’s blazer opened as her once flat tummy enlarged and pushed outwards, straining the fabric of her skirt. Though still thin, Taylor now had a big protruding belly.

"How?", Taylor questioned in shock.

Misty giggled, "That’s just a teaser my friend. You have to admit, those catty remarks about out of shape chicks would seem so ridiculous coming from you now. Especially since you have an ass to match."

With that comment, Taylor’s rear became bloated and balloon outwards. Taylor’s skirt now hung over her hefty behind and she looked around, afraid of being noticed.

Placing her hands over her potbelly, Taylor whined, "Stop it Misty. I can’t have people see me like this."

Misty tilted her head as a smile harbored on her sweet face, "Taylor I’m going to do you a favor. A real big favor."

Taylor blinked, "Favor? What kind of a favor?"

Misty glanced over at Taylor’s potbelly and smiled at the tightness of her skirt, forming a thick spare tire around her waist. "It’s up to you. I can either make you a nicer person or leave you as you are."

Taylor’s jaw dropped, "Leave me as I am? Are you kidding? My underwear is so tight; it’s cramming up my butt."

Misty giggled, "Listen tubby, you think your elegant little clique is going to invite you to their snotty social events looking like ten pounds of baloney in a five pound bag? What about the guys that flirt with you? They’ll treat you like yesterday’s news and shoot the breeze with slimmer chicks."

Misty then brought up Taylor’s main squeeze, "You think Quint dates you for intellectual reasons? Good morning, he dates you because you look good on his arm, to impress his friends. He’ll get one look at you and say the same thing I’ve heard since I turned twenty, ˜you’re a nice person, but I only like you as a friend!"

Taylor adjusted her skirt as her belly jiggled, "But, I can lose the weight."

Misty laughed, "Lose the weight? Duh, I don’t think so. From now on I think junk food will be a significant part of your diet."

Misty grinned, thinking; "I’m on a schedule, so I’ll decide for you."

Before Taylor could reply, she found herself standing backstage where WGN filmed their local newscast.

Misty marveled, "Wow, I’ve never been backstage before. Pretty wild, huh Taylor?"

Taylor was confused, "Weren’t we just standing in the courtyard?"

Misty nodded, "Yeah, it’s these earrings that do the trick."

Taylor replied, "Earrings? You’re not making any sense."

Misty placed her hand on Taylor’s shoulders; "The earrings are a nice gimmick, huh? But You wouldn’t understand."

Taylor didn't repkly.

"Now don’t worry about all these people walking by, we’re oblivious to them for the time being", Misty told Taylor.

Taylor griped Misty’s hand, "You’re scaring me, stop it."

Misty assured Taylor, "In a few minutes you’ll be fine. I brought you backstage because you’re now a stagehand and kind of like a lackey."

Taylor began to tremble, "A stagehand?"

Misty nodded, "Yeah Taylor. No more large office, no more secretary, no more executive discounts. I sense you’re exposing your true nature."

Misty was correct; Taylor began to feel awkward, self-conscious and timid.

"You don’t make the big bucks anymore, so I think you’ll find your change in attire appropriate", Misty told Taylor.

In an instant, Taylor was in a black sweatshirt and blue sweatpants. Misty bit her lip to keep from giggling; "You can’t afford those overpriced salons either."

Taylor now had a short Dutch boy style haircut that barely flattered her face.

Misty snapped her fingers, "Hey Taylor! Still with me?"

Taylor tugged on the overly large sweatshirt and responded in a wimpy tone of voice, "Yeah, I guess, but I look......"

Misty interrupted the startled young lady, "Plain, average, common? Your choice of words?"

Taylor slowly nodded and thus Misty replied, "Because you’re now just an average young lady."

Misty then smiled, "But you’re much nicer and considerate to others."

Taylor whined, "Can I go now?"

Misty placed her hands upon her full-fledge womanly hips, "Nah, not yet. I need to alter one other thing. I made you mildly chubby, but I think your figure needs to show the whole effect of your junk food, chocolate loving diet."

Taylor’s body began to expand. Her face became rounder; her breasts increased in size, her belly generously inflated. Taylor’s waist became thick and flabby and her hips flourished in width. Her rear swelled and her thighs broaden. Taylor watched quietly as her body became big and pulpy. Misty was caught off guard as well and covered her mouth as she glanced over the now 275-pound Taylor Commons.

Taylor’s hairstyle only helped to emphasize the circular shape of her pudgy face with chipmunk like cheeks and plump double chin. Her upper arms were chunky and her large breasts laid on top of her gigantic belly. Taylor’s completely round belly pointed outwards, then slightly dipped downwards, straining the material of her sweatpants. Taylor’s chubby waist was almost wider then her broad hips, where a squashy roll of fat lingered and her oversized posterior nudged outwards over her spacious, husky thighs. Taylor shrieked, "Look what you done to me!"

Misty took a step closer to Taylor, knowing that her new persona lacked confidence, "Is something wrong?"

Taylor lowered her head and whined, "You made me fat."

Misty lifted Taylor’s chin, "Hey; you’re better off this way. Maybe you’re full figured, but you’re a better person and still pretty. Though you should find a snazzier hairstyle, that do is not too classy."

Misty then brought a few odds and ends, "After I walk away, you’ll completely enter this reality as if you’ve always been like this. You’re still friends with Debbie and Tricia and Courtney, so don’t panic."

A tall man with a clipboard approached the girls, "Hey Taylor, let’s get a move on. Water glasses need to be filled and Roger needs his orange juice."

As the man walked away, Taylor softly replied, "Uh-uh, in a minute."

Misty patted Taylor’s flabby upper arm, "You’ll do okay. You don’t have a main squeeze now, but I know for a fact, in a matter of time you’ll find a nice guy who’ll like you simply for who you are. Isn’t that better than being involved with a man for superficial reasons?’

Taylor whined, "No."

Misty chuckled as she trekked away from Taylor, "You’ll learn, see ya."

A minute later Taylor entered her new reality with ease.

Next stop was the vivacious, yet self-centered Tricia Maxwell. There wasn’t much effort in tracking Tricia down. Misty knew at this time of day she’d be at the Green Oaks country club. Tricia was lounging poolside in her peach colored thong bikini that perfectly blended against her bronze skin.

Misty noticed Tricia’s smug expression as she leaned over to tip a waitress for bringing her a soft drink. Tricia’s large succulent breasts slightly jiggled as she moved and once she sipped the soft drink, she rolled over on her flat tummy. Tricia’s rear was small, but plump and her thighs were slender and firm.

Misty took all this in as she approached Tricia.

"You don’t tip very well", Misty remarked to the blond bombshell.

Tricia twisted her head and squinted, "What are you doing here?"

Misty pulled over a chair and sat down next to Tricia. Tricia sat up and after sipping her drink, asked, "Are your sisters here?"

Misty turned her direction to the waitress as she replied, "No Tricia, my stepsisters aren’t with me."

Tricia was true to her character, "Then why are you bothering me?"

Misty faced Tricia, "You know your waitress is a nice lady and by the way, a single mom. She practically lives on tips."

The waitress was a heavyset, 34-year old Mexican-American woman, who was indeed an unwed mother of two. Jimena Rojos had straight black hair that curled over her shoulders and
her round face was rather pretty. Nearly 300-pounds, Jimena’s butterball figure always looked exceptionally neat in her light gray uniform.

"I think you could afford to tip her more then twenty-five cents", Misty bluntly remarked.

Tricia began rubbing sun tan lotion on her smooth thighs, "It’s none of your business what I tip and if she’s a single mom, big deal."

Misty stood up; "It is a big deal. Jimena’s mom watches her children during the day, then once Jimena arrives home; her mom goes to her full time job."

Tricia didn’t even bother to respond and continued to lotion her body. Misty glanced over the pretentious fashion princess, "I think they could use a hand, don’t you?"

Tricia looked upwards towards Misty, "Are you still babbling? I told you, I don’t care."

Misty smirked, "Maybe once you’re out of your ivory tower, you will care."

Misty closed her eyes and concentrated on the earrings. Once Misty opened her eyes, she was with Tricia in Jimena’s small apartment, located in a poor Chicago community. Misty was amazed and laughed, but Tricia’s emotion was everything but that.

"How did we get here?” Tricia frightfully remarked. The two-bedroom apartment was nothing much to look at and quite different from Tricia’s former dwelling. The furniture was old and used, paint was chipping on the ceiling and there were cracks in the tile.

Misty slowly warned Tricia, "Shush, you’ll wake the children."

Tricia was still unnerved, "Never mind the stupid children, how did we get here?"

"Now Tricia is that the way a babysitter speaks about the babies she’s looking after? I mean little Manuel is four and Zandra is two."

Tricia raised her eyebrows, "Babysitter? I am not a babysitter."

Misty shook her head; "You’re more than just a babysitter Tricia. You see after your dad tossed you out of the house, Jimena took you in, providing you watch her children, clean
the house, do the laundry. In many ways you’re a domestic servant."

The spoiled brat stomped her foot, "My dad has never tossed me out of the house! No way am I a servant!"

Misty coldly glanced into Tricia˜s eyes, "Another outburst like that and you’ll regret it."

Tricia backed away from Misty, almost stumbling backwards. Misty explained, "I took liberties with this reality Tricia. Jimena is no longer just a waitress, but supervises the staff. That’s why she can afford you. Of course she gives you room and board and a small allowance."

Tricia used up the last of her courage, "Listen thunder chick, I’m out of here!"

Misty giggled, "I warned you."

Tricia froze in her tracks, a tickle forming in her throat.

"Go a head and say something," Misty smiled.

Tricia was stunned when she opened her mouth and squeaked, "What for?"

Tricia now had a nasally, high-pitched voice, "I sound like a bimbo!"

Misty chuckled, " I warned you."

Misty glanced over Tricia’s overly developed, surgically enhance bust, "You’re not built like a bimbo."

Tricia’s breasts were altered back to her original A cup size.

"Like, my boobies are back to normal", she squealed. Tricia scratched her head, "Like, why did I call my boobies, boobies? I ain’t never used that word."

Misty casually explained, "I felt you were a little too high class, so I rearranged your vocabulary and behavior."

"Like, I’m stupid or something?", Tricia asked.

Misty drew a breath, "Not quite stupid, but less book smart."

Misty looked over Tricia’s mane and altered it as well. Her light blond hair was still blond, but now had dark brown roots.
Misty then removed Tricia’s beautiful tan, rendering her skin a fresh pinkish hue. Tricia was much too busy adjusting her now overly large bikini top to notice the change in her hair color and skin.

Misty tilted her head, "Having a hard time Tricia? Perhaps you need new threads." Upon Tricia’s slim body was a lavender colored tube top and light gray shorts. The tacky looking tube top easily revealed her small breasts and was coated with glitter and the shorts were definitely second hand.

"What’z you doin to me? Stop it", Tricia squealed.

"But Tricia, you still need your accessories", Misty replied. Spontaneously Tricia’s hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail and her left nostril supported a tiny nose ring. Large hoop earrings dangled from her ears and upon her neck was a fake gold chain. Tricia had a navel ring as well and a cheaply done tattoo of a dragon on her left upper thigh. Her fingernails were painted a gaudy shade of blue and she remained barefooted.

Tricia Maxwell was no longer the spoiled Gucci chick, but the polar opposite. Tricia stood wide-eyed, as her new life style became apparent. Fashion was no longer all that important. Buying clothes from used clothing stores would keep her well-supplied in discount store cosmetics. The same cosmetics Tricia hadn’t the clue how to use, thinking the more makeup the better. The same young lady, who once had dozens of shoes to wear for any occasion, now had only one pair of gym shoes to her name, though preferring to go barefoot.

Tricia’s reality wasn’t quite completely altered; thus memories of her former self still lingered.

"Like, this ain’t me. Change me back", Tricia remarked as she noticed the tacky blue nail polish.

Misty grinned; "This is the reality you acquired when your dad tossed you out of the house when you turned 18. In a few minutes you won’t know the difference, because this is
who you’ve become."

Tricia wasn’t easily persuaded and argued, "I got no idea about how you changed me, but I ain’t no low class goil living in no poor neighborhood."

Misty placed her hands over her wide hips, "Like I said, in a few minutes you’ll think nothing different of who you are or your environment. I think it’s kind of cute because you’ve become the type of person you used to hold your nose in the air to, with one exception and I’m going to remedy that right now."

Misty chuckled as she told Tricia, "Since moving in here five years ago, you really packed on the pounds."

Tricia squinted, "Huh? You’re a liar, I ain’t....."

However, before Tricia could finished her sentence, her figure changed from slim and trim to pear shaped and porky. The weight barely modified her face, arms and bust size, mainly inflating the bottom half of body. Tricia’s face became rather oval shaped with mildly puffy cheeks and minor double chin. Her upper arms slightly increased in size and were just meagerly flabby, while the fat that settled in her bust wasn’t even enough to affect her cup size.

However, Tricia’s waist was significantly thicker with two large rolls of flab and her abnormally broad hips were coated with a soft layer of cushy fat that bulged over the side of her shorts. Tricia developed a voluminous potbelly that protruded outwards then hung downwards, straining the material of her shorts, even though her clothing was altered to match her girth.

If one area of Tricia’s body was most influenced by the added weight, it was her hindquarters and thighs. Her humongous derriere was completely round and tremendously bloated, quivering over her astronomical swollen thighs. Tricia’s thighs were superfluously spongy with patches of lumps and big beefy saddlebags. No longer a svelte 120-pounds, Tricia was now a huge young lady of 295-pounds.

"Like, I look ridiculous", Tricia whined as she noticed how much larger the bottom half of her body looked compared to the top half. Her extremely pear shaped figure was like a borderline plump gal attached to an enormous fat chick.

Misty acknowledged Tricia with a wave of her hand; "You’ll get used to it."

Tricia folded her arms over her less than impressive breasts; "I won’t get youse to it."

Misty turned to the doorway, "Jimena’s coming up the stairs, but don’t worry, she’s oblivious to me and won’t notice our conversation."

Tricia squeaked, "That’s da least of my worries."

Jimena entered the apartment, though minus her waitress uniform but wearing a beautiful dress that flattered her butterball figure.

"How are my babies?", Jimena asked.

Tricia raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I guess."

Jimena nodded, "Good, I’ll be back in a minute."

Once Jimena left the room to check on her children, Tricia curiously asked, "Like, why ain’t Jimena in her waitress uniform?’

Misty tilted her head; "I altered her reality too. She’s still working at the Green Oaks country club, but she’s now the manager of the staff."

Tricia protested, "You made her get a promotion? How come?"

Misty grinned, "Hey, how’s she supposed to afford raising two children, pay rent and give you a twenty-five dollar per week allowance on a waitress salary?"

Tricia raised her eyebrows; "I only get paid twenty-five dollars a week?"

Misty nodded, "Well you get a place to sleep and eat. Anyways Tricia, I’m on a tight schedule, I want to catch Debbie...."

Tricia scratched her pudgy waist; "You’re going to alternate Debbie too?"

Misty giggled, "Oops, I forget to mention that even though your reality has been changed, you’re still friends with my stepsisters and Taylor."

Misty was about to tell Tricia that she had already altered Taylor and that her stepsisters were not on her agenda, when Jimena walked back into the living room.

Jimena smiled at Tricia, "I have some news I think you’ll like. I pulled a few strings and got you a part time job as a pool waitress’s over at the Green Oaks country club."

Nervously Tricia scratched her big potbelly, "You did what?"

Jimena nodded, "Yeah. My momma can watch the babies on the days you work. By the way, you’ll hand your check over to me to help with rent and food, but I’ll give you an extra twenty
dollars for your allowance."

Jimena then brought up, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I have a date tonight, so make yourself scarce."

Jimena began to unbutton her blouse, "Go and visit your friends in the burbs or visit that cab driver you hang out with."

As Jimena walked out of the room, she added, "I’ll be ready in a few minutes, so don’t make me wait."

Tricia turned to Misty; "My boyfriend’s a cab driver?"

Misty giggled; "He’s not your boyfriend, just a buddy. You won’t have a real boyfriend for a couple of years."

Tricia whined, "You can’t leave me like this!"

Misty gently rubbed Tricia’s upper arm, "Hey, you’ll do fine, one day you˜ll even get married. Now I have to run, anyways, Jimena is waiting for you."

Tricia raised her eyebrows, "Yeah, what’s that all about?"

Misty informed the former high class Gucci chick, now low class average girl, "Every day it’s this routine when Jimena arrives home from work. You give her a back rub, then you get a bath ready for her and then you make her dinner."

Tricia blinked; You got to be kidding?"

Misty gently patted Tricia on the cheek, "It’s okay, in this reality you don’t mind."

Once Misty left the dumpy little apartment, Tricia entered into her new reality as if she had never been any different.
 

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PART SIX: VISITING: DEBBIE AND COURTNEY

A short time later, a noticeably startled Debbie opened the door for Misty, "What are you doing here?"

Though related through marriage, Misty rarely ever visited her stepsister. Why visit someone who would constantly criticize you? Making a long story short, Debbie thought Misty lacked education, hadn’t a clue about fashion and needed to lose weight.

Misty walked right by her stepsister and made tracks to the kitchen.

"I’ve been running around all afternoon Deb and I’m like, hungry," she announced.

Debbie was cordial to Misty, though that was greatly influenced by her mom who was married to Misty’s dad. Debbie’s short, wavy chocolate brown hair perfectly framed her gorgeous face and her slender body sported a navy blue sleeveless top and Levi blue jeans that flattered her girlish figure. Misty made herself a ham and cheese sandwich and after pouring herself a glass of milk, took a seat at the table.

"Two per cent milk? You know your hubby is making a better than decent buck, you could afford actual milk." Debbie purred,

"Some of us are counting calories."

Misty took a bite of her sandwich and nodded,

"It’s funny how I like your husband better than I like you. Matter of fact, I like his whole family."

Debbie’s husband Eric came from a large family of two brother’s and two sister’s and his mother was the old fashion pre 1950’s mom who always made huge meals and baking was her favorite hobby. Eric’s mom had emigrated from Italy when just a teen and it was an Old World custom to serve guests big lavish meals. Not eating what was offered was considered an insult and rightly so. Cooking for your guest was a sign of affection.

This was a dilemma for the always weight conscious Debbie. She didn’t want to offend her mother in law, but at the same time didn’t want to resemble her sister in laws who were both well-fed young ladies. Debbie managed to put on a few pounds the first year of marriage, but decided to skip meals before venturing to visit Eric’s mom. Otherwise Debbie’s figure would have been definitively fuller.

Misty was aware of this. "Your mother in law is such a sweet lady and those delicious meals she make’s, oo-la-la! "

Debbie half smiled as she modestly giggled, "I know, from the moment I walk in to the time I leave, she’s trying to feed to me."

Debbie noticed the wily grin upon Misty’s beauteous face.

"OK What’s up?" she asked.

Misty stood and walked over to her stepsister, "Imagine if you ate everything your mother in law provided?"

As Debbie nodded, twenty-five pounds were added to her slender figure. Her facial features filled out and she acquired a tiny double chin. Debbie’s upper arm’s became plump and squishy looking as her healthy bosom went up a whole cup size. Her waist became mildly thick and she developed a genuine full size potbelly. Debbie’s protruding tummy was so big that her jeans popped open! Her hips were a tad wider, but her butt became excessively broader and
her thighs extremely roomy with ample saddlebags. Debbie was now a full figured 150-pounds. Debbie blinked,

"Oh my gosh, I got fat!"

Misty snickered, "You’re not fat yet sister, but before I show you your destiny, I think in this reality you wear different clothes."

Debbie was now wearing an oversize black T-shirt and bright red spandex slacks.

"I look dumpy", Debbie remarked with a sour expression on her cute face. "What's going on?"

Misty took Debbie by the hand as she giggled, "You don’t look that bad. Come on, I’m anxious to show you something."

Debbie questioned Misty as they strolled to the bedroom, "What’s going on? How did I get fat?"

Facing a full-length mirror in Debbie’s bedroom, Misty informed her plump stepsister, "I altered your reality Debbie. You never miss a meal at your mother in laws and I’m going to show you your future."

Misty softly narrated the scenario as they peered into the mirror; "This is you four years from now."

The mirror reflected a 300-pound Debbie waddling through a supermarket with two children. Debbie’s face was very pudgy and her chocolate brown hair was set in short braids. Her enormous butterball body was dressed in a frumpy sundress that showed off her humongous breasts, colossal belly and ridiculously spacious hips. Debbie’s upper arms were overtly fat and puffy and her waist was stupendously chunky. Her rear was big and bloated, not quite a bubble butt, it pushed out, but settled downwards over her hefty, swollen thighs.

Debbie covered her mouth in shock was she glimpsed over her face. Debbie’s future facial features barely resembled the young lady looking into the mirror. Her moon shaped face was still pretty, but much fuller with very chubby cheeks, a distinctly wider nose and a large, porky double chin that completely hid her neck.

Debbie bit her lip, then whined, "I look just like my mother in law."

Misty nodded, "Yeah, I know. You’ll going to be just like her."

Misty continued to explain, "There’s your two daughters˜, the youngest one named after me, because in this reality, we’re friends. You’ll have two more children and of course Eric just loves your big soft feminine body."

Debbie shook her head as she glanced over her future, "Eric told me a long time ago, though he finds me attractive he preferred full figured women."

Misty giggled, "Yeah, you’re full figured all right. Down right beefy if you ask me."

Debbie nervously scratched her potbelly, "That’s not funny."

Misty grinned; "I want you to see something else."

The mirror now reflected a scene 15 years in the future.

Debbie was in a trendy boutique with a very large young lady. Debbie was now a smudge over 325-pounds and dressed in a powder blue top and purple spandex slacks, while her hair was worn up in a mature hairstyle. The young lady, all of 325-pounds was very pretty with her short brown hair in a bouncy ponytail that complimented her chubby face. Her extremely wide, well-fed figure was clad in faded blue overhauls and hot pink T-shirt. "That’s you and your daughter shopping for a prom dress. Now listen to what those two stick chicks have to say."

Debbie watched as two scantly dressed thin young ladies walked by the mother and daughter. Scorn written upon their faces, one of the thin girls turned to her friend, "Like, they don’t sell tents here."

As the mirror reverted back to normal, Misty told her stunned stepsister, "Your catty remarks aren’t so cute when their directed to someone you love."

Debbie took a seat on the edge of her bed, "I never imagined."

Misty cupped her stepsister’s chin, "Now you know. When you’re on the inside looking out, it’s no longer funny."

Misty then smiled, "Cheer up, your daughter will do fine. She’ll marry well and become an awarded winning poet."

Misty began to leave the room as Debbie sunk into the mattress. "Hey Debbie, in a few minutes you’ll forget I was even here and settle happily into your new reality. Best of all, you’ll be able to appreciate me and we’ll be a real family. Thanks for the sandwich."

##

Misty hurried off to see her other stepsister Courtney. Courtney was in her office looking over a few reports complied by her staff when Misty arrived. Courtney looked up from her desk, smugly conveying hewr annoyance to Misty, "At the office I usually see people by
appointment."

Misty maneuvered a chair around Courtney’s desk and took a seat, "Do I really need to make an appointment we’re family?"

Courtney motioned her body towards Misty; "You’re not my family. I can’t help it if my mom married your dad."

Misty scrutinized Courtney’s 125-pound body. Her long, wavy brownish-blond hair brushing her shoulders, a few loose curls dangling over the forehead of her beautiful face. Courtney’s slim, trim figure radiating a unique sensuality in a tight, bronze colored blouse and black slacks.

Courtney felt a tad uncomfortable, "What are you looking at?"

Misty smiled as she played with a strand of her hair, "You know your mom wants us to get along."

Courtney leaned back into her leather chair and folded her arms over her ample breasts; "I don’t see that happening."

Misty tilted her head, "I think we’d get along better if we were more alike."

Courtney adjusted her slender body back to her desk and resumed her paper work, "Then you better lose weight, go back to school and quit being a pest."

Misty stood up and looked over Courtney’s shoulder; "You’re like a whiz in math. A human calculator."

Misty walked around the desk and faced Courtney, "What if you never went to college? You think you’d be as bright?"

Courtney squinted, "Sure, why not?"

Misty leaned over, placing her hands on Courtney’s desk, "If you’re so bright, what’s 100 plus 45 times 7 plus 2 minus 35 x 4?"

Courtney rolled back her big brown eyes, "Let’s see 145 times 7 would be.....990...plus 2 would...make 992....minus 35....minus 35.."

Instantly Courtney became stuck and tried the math problem over, this time the results were less than flattering. "100 plus 45 would be 145. Times that with 7 would be...980? No, 970?"

Courtney reached for a pencil, though Misty beat her to it.

"Who said anything about working the problem out on paper?"

Courtney snapped back, "You know I’m not very good with math!"

Courtney covered her mouth, "Where did that come from?"

Courtney scratched her head, "Like; I really have no math skills."

Misty confidently stood with her hands upon her hips, "Maybe if you went to college?"

Courtney failed to notice her brownish-blond mane turning dark brown and into a rather drab hairstyle. Barely shoulder length, her bangs were straight and light pink butterfly clips kept her ears exposed. "I did go to college....didn’t I?"

Misty acknowledged Courtney’s question, "Like, you weren’t concerned with furthering your education. That’s why you’re not an accountant."

Courtney’s expensive manicured nails lost their sparkle as she asked, "Then what am I doing here?"

Misty purred, "Oh you work here all right, but you’re in this office to clean."

Courtney was now wearing a light blue housekeeping dress with a dark blue smock.

"I’m not a cleaning woman!", Courtney whined as a bottle of furniture polish appeared on the desk with a rag beside it.

Misty smirked; "You’re a member of the housekeeping staff, chubs."

Courtney stood up, "Chubs?"

Misty thus informed her stepsister, "All those years working at a fast food restaurant really did a number on your figure."

Courtney’s exquisite facial features disappeared as her cheeks inflated and her nose widen. Her face became rounder, rendering her big swollen cheeks and pudgy double chin. Her upper arms doubled in size as her bust enlarged and her belly ballooned. Courtney’s waist became pudgy, circled by several rolls of fat and her hips expanded. Her copious butt broadened and pushed outwards, matching her belly in size, as her thighs thickened. A few seconds later stood a 325-pound Courtney.

Her extremely fat face still looked cute, but lost the unique flavor it held and Courtney’s body wss now completely round. Her large breasts sagged due to their weight upon her gigantic belly, her flabby waist was thick and her hips were unusually spacious in width. Courtney now had an enormous bubble butt that flew into the air over her huge, beefy thighs.

Misty tilted her head, "I’m heading back to Chicago in the morning, but would you like to go out for pizza tonight after work? I’ll see if Debbie, Taylor and Tricia can join us."

Courtney nodded, "Yeah, sure. That’ll be peachy. But, um, like, ask Tricia to like, wear some real clothes."

Misty giggled, "Yeah, sure. I can do that."

Courtney began to the polish the furniture, "Um, like, I don’t mean to be rude but, they don’t really appreciate me having visitors at work."

Misty smiled, "You rude? Never."

FINIS

(For the next story in this series please click here.
 

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That's sometimes the trouble with AR stories - not everyone always sees them the same way :)

Hopefully the slight refractive adjustment of the opthalamogic frapplehgeezer straightens things out.

(Which is nice way of saying a portion of this tale was still shielded from public view by the editing process at the time of your post.)
 

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Hello Mr. Barbers, I have been a fan of yours for quite some time and without a doubt, you're a legend in this genre. I'm flattered that you read my work; much the same manner that Stephen King would feel if Edgar Allan Poe read his work. Concerning Misty; I created the character of Misty because I wanted to reinvent the Alternate Reality series. Much of my audience is made up of college students, so I wanted to create a character for use in the series that was closer to their age. Not that I was going to retire Leah, but to alternate Leah and Misty between stories. Thank you for reading. Best regards, Matt
 

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