drianmalcolmxx
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Digital Envy
by drianmalcolmxx
"What the hell?"
Rachel looked at her computer screen in annoyance. There, once again, was a version of herself three times her normal size sitting at a table in front of a large chocolate cake.
"Oh wow, look at her!" Her husband Matt hovered over her shoulder and gave a wolf whistle. "Should I be worried that I'm going to end up with a fat wife like that?"
"Oh, shut up." Rachel hated when Matt watched her play her favorite game. It was a computer program that let her create digital 'dolls' representing people in her life and let them interact with each other. "I must have set someting wrong in her traits. Shouldn't take too much work to fix it." Rachel said, sitting at her desk in comfy pajama pants and a sleeveless tank top while she furiously tapped away at her keyboard.
"Whatever you say, sexy." Matt said as he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going to run down to the corner store to grab some beer."
Alone, Rachel puzzled over how her digital doll had ended up so fat. It had been some time since she had played, so possibly she didn't remember how all of the traits for each doll worked anymore. She loved the game all through middle and high school, but gave it up in college because it was too childish. After school ended, she married her college sweetheart and started writing professionally while her husband worked an an office job. Soon after, with more time on her hands and a desire to procrastinate, the game crept back into her life.
Rachel couldn't remember when she had installed it back on her computer. Every day, after Matt left, she sat down to work on her novel and every day she found herself playing the game again. She started by creating a near inch-by-inch copy of her apartment, and then designed representations of her and her husband to live inside it. She labored for hours making the perfect version of herself: long, slim legs with shapely hips and a trim waist. She gave the doll the hair style she'd always loved, stylish clothes and all of the high-intellect traits she could find. She set Matt to have a lucrative business career and herself to be a successful writer. It was everything she could have ever wanted her life to be.
And yet almost immediatley after setting up the game, her doll started to rapidly gain weight. Rachel would shut her computer down for the night and then the next day wake up to a fatter version of herself sauntering around the apartment. She could force the doll to exercise or eat healthier and it would eventaully slim down, but each time she came back her digital self would have put on more pounds than she had lost the day before. She tried tweaking the woman's personality to be more industrious, more responsible, or more active... but nothing worked.
Rachel stared at the woman on her computer screen. The digital version of herself slunk across the room while swaying her enormous hips from side to side. The sheer size of her ass mesmerized Rachel, and deep inside she felt a curious emotion -- jealousy.
"What a fatty." she said aloud, the sound of the words hanging in the air. "Fat, chubby, slutty, housewife."
A chill ran down her spine as she gazed into the monitor. The soft whirring sound from her computer's fan grew louder and began to drown out all other noise in the apartment. Rachel hardly noticed as the lights began to dim. The glow of the screen in front of her became the only source of light in the apartment.
The digital Rachel walked over to the kitchen table and sat down again. She pulled out a spoon and began shoveling the cake into her mouth. With each bite, her thighs thickened and her breasts swelled. Her stomach began to push outwards against her sweater and the gap between her legs slowly shrank until they touched. Rachel stared intently, unconsciosuly rubbing her own stomach.
"Eating cake all day and waiting for her man to fuck her." Goosebumps raised along her arms and a small roll of fat developed over her waist. Her pajama pants began to feel tight around her hips.
She rotated the camera behind the digital woman and watched as her ass continued to swell, raising her slightly in the chair. Love handles began to form and started pushing her waistband down, exposing milky white skin. Without realizing, she began grinding her hips slowly in her office chair.
Rachel began to breathe heavier as the plump woman on screen thickened. Rather than sit straight up, the woman leaned over her plate which exagerrated her heavy lower half. Plump rolls of fat poked out from under her sweater while her increasily large ass spread out over the sides of the chair. She sofly grunted every time she brought the cake to her lips, then giggled each time she swallowed causing her body to quiver and shake.
Suddenly, she stopped and let the spoon clatter to the table. Rachel froze as well. The woman slowly turned her head and looked behind her, directly into the camera and seemingly directly at Rachel. A devilish smile crossed her lips and she gave an exaggerated, sultry wink.
Rachel heard the locks on her apartment door, snapping her out of her daze. She looked down at her hand and found it resting on three large rolls of fat that circled around her waist and poked over her pajamas. Stunned, she pressed her hand into the fat and felt it sink into her enormous stomach. She felt the heavy saddlebags of her thighs rubbing against the armrests of the office chair and tentatively squeezed them in disbelief. The woman on the screen began to laugh, then turned back to the table and resumed eating her cake.
Rachel stood quickly from her chair feeling her now 250 pounds of weight bounce and jiggle from the movement. She looked into the mirror on the wall and staring back at her was a doughy, pear-shaped woman with layers of fat piled on her curves. Her pajama pants were like a second skin tightly wrapped around her legs, from her plump calves up through her chunky thighs and the massive, three-foot expanse of her ass.
"Hey Rach, still playing that silly game?", Matt said as he walked through the door.
Rachel turned to look at him and prepared for the worst, but as she made eye contact she saw nothing but pure lust in her husband's eyes. It was if he was looking at the same woman he had always seen and only wanted one thing. The goosebumps from before returned, along with the deep envy she had felt, which churned in her gut along with mixed feelings of hunger and horniness. She began slinking over to her man, thrusting her big hips to the side with each step and feeling her love handles quiver with the motion.
"Yes... but I could be distracted." she playfully cooed. She peeled off her top as Matt dug his fingers into her waist and yanked down the stretched fabric of the pajama pants. Her now-exposed breasts were plumper than before, but only slightly when compared to the rest of her. The C-cups rested between her chubby arms, which she raised and put around her husband's neck.
He gruffly grabbed them instead and spun her around. With one hand reaching around and massaging her clit, he bent her over the computer desk. Her giant ass was presented like an animal in heat. Rachel let out a low moan as she felt his dick tease the outside of her pussy and then find its mark. Matt grabbed hold of two mounds of flesh from her love handles and began hammering into his fat wife, her guttural moans only making him harder with each thrust.
Rachel was in ecstasy. Gripping the sides of the desk for stability and grinding her hips into Matt, she felt every inch of her body shudder with their lovemaking. The rythmic pounding synced with the movement of her quaking butt, and her heated cries climbed in pitch until she began squealing in orgasm. The deep envy she felt evaporated, along with the desire to do anything except eat and fuck.
Matt climaxed behind her and collapsed onto her back, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist and hands lovingly caressing her stomach. She glanced back at the screen one last time.
The woman was in bed with her husband as well, clearly having finished lovemaking and bathing in the afterglow. Laying in bed, the woman reached over to a slice of cake on the nightstand and began lovingly devouring a large mouthful.
"Cake would be perfect...", Rachel thought to herself.
by drianmalcolmxx
"What the hell?"
Rachel looked at her computer screen in annoyance. There, once again, was a version of herself three times her normal size sitting at a table in front of a large chocolate cake.
"Oh wow, look at her!" Her husband Matt hovered over her shoulder and gave a wolf whistle. "Should I be worried that I'm going to end up with a fat wife like that?"
"Oh, shut up." Rachel hated when Matt watched her play her favorite game. It was a computer program that let her create digital 'dolls' representing people in her life and let them interact with each other. "I must have set someting wrong in her traits. Shouldn't take too much work to fix it." Rachel said, sitting at her desk in comfy pajama pants and a sleeveless tank top while she furiously tapped away at her keyboard.
"Whatever you say, sexy." Matt said as he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going to run down to the corner store to grab some beer."
Alone, Rachel puzzled over how her digital doll had ended up so fat. It had been some time since she had played, so possibly she didn't remember how all of the traits for each doll worked anymore. She loved the game all through middle and high school, but gave it up in college because it was too childish. After school ended, she married her college sweetheart and started writing professionally while her husband worked an an office job. Soon after, with more time on her hands and a desire to procrastinate, the game crept back into her life.
Rachel couldn't remember when she had installed it back on her computer. Every day, after Matt left, she sat down to work on her novel and every day she found herself playing the game again. She started by creating a near inch-by-inch copy of her apartment, and then designed representations of her and her husband to live inside it. She labored for hours making the perfect version of herself: long, slim legs with shapely hips and a trim waist. She gave the doll the hair style she'd always loved, stylish clothes and all of the high-intellect traits she could find. She set Matt to have a lucrative business career and herself to be a successful writer. It was everything she could have ever wanted her life to be.
And yet almost immediatley after setting up the game, her doll started to rapidly gain weight. Rachel would shut her computer down for the night and then the next day wake up to a fatter version of herself sauntering around the apartment. She could force the doll to exercise or eat healthier and it would eventaully slim down, but each time she came back her digital self would have put on more pounds than she had lost the day before. She tried tweaking the woman's personality to be more industrious, more responsible, or more active... but nothing worked.
Rachel stared at the woman on her computer screen. The digital version of herself slunk across the room while swaying her enormous hips from side to side. The sheer size of her ass mesmerized Rachel, and deep inside she felt a curious emotion -- jealousy.
"What a fatty." she said aloud, the sound of the words hanging in the air. "Fat, chubby, slutty, housewife."
A chill ran down her spine as she gazed into the monitor. The soft whirring sound from her computer's fan grew louder and began to drown out all other noise in the apartment. Rachel hardly noticed as the lights began to dim. The glow of the screen in front of her became the only source of light in the apartment.
The digital Rachel walked over to the kitchen table and sat down again. She pulled out a spoon and began shoveling the cake into her mouth. With each bite, her thighs thickened and her breasts swelled. Her stomach began to push outwards against her sweater and the gap between her legs slowly shrank until they touched. Rachel stared intently, unconsciosuly rubbing her own stomach.
"Eating cake all day and waiting for her man to fuck her." Goosebumps raised along her arms and a small roll of fat developed over her waist. Her pajama pants began to feel tight around her hips.
She rotated the camera behind the digital woman and watched as her ass continued to swell, raising her slightly in the chair. Love handles began to form and started pushing her waistband down, exposing milky white skin. Without realizing, she began grinding her hips slowly in her office chair.
Rachel began to breathe heavier as the plump woman on screen thickened. Rather than sit straight up, the woman leaned over her plate which exagerrated her heavy lower half. Plump rolls of fat poked out from under her sweater while her increasily large ass spread out over the sides of the chair. She sofly grunted every time she brought the cake to her lips, then giggled each time she swallowed causing her body to quiver and shake.
Suddenly, she stopped and let the spoon clatter to the table. Rachel froze as well. The woman slowly turned her head and looked behind her, directly into the camera and seemingly directly at Rachel. A devilish smile crossed her lips and she gave an exaggerated, sultry wink.
Rachel heard the locks on her apartment door, snapping her out of her daze. She looked down at her hand and found it resting on three large rolls of fat that circled around her waist and poked over her pajamas. Stunned, she pressed her hand into the fat and felt it sink into her enormous stomach. She felt the heavy saddlebags of her thighs rubbing against the armrests of the office chair and tentatively squeezed them in disbelief. The woman on the screen began to laugh, then turned back to the table and resumed eating her cake.
Rachel stood quickly from her chair feeling her now 250 pounds of weight bounce and jiggle from the movement. She looked into the mirror on the wall and staring back at her was a doughy, pear-shaped woman with layers of fat piled on her curves. Her pajama pants were like a second skin tightly wrapped around her legs, from her plump calves up through her chunky thighs and the massive, three-foot expanse of her ass.
"Hey Rach, still playing that silly game?", Matt said as he walked through the door.
Rachel turned to look at him and prepared for the worst, but as she made eye contact she saw nothing but pure lust in her husband's eyes. It was if he was looking at the same woman he had always seen and only wanted one thing. The goosebumps from before returned, along with the deep envy she had felt, which churned in her gut along with mixed feelings of hunger and horniness. She began slinking over to her man, thrusting her big hips to the side with each step and feeling her love handles quiver with the motion.
"Yes... but I could be distracted." she playfully cooed. She peeled off her top as Matt dug his fingers into her waist and yanked down the stretched fabric of the pajama pants. Her now-exposed breasts were plumper than before, but only slightly when compared to the rest of her. The C-cups rested between her chubby arms, which she raised and put around her husband's neck.
He gruffly grabbed them instead and spun her around. With one hand reaching around and massaging her clit, he bent her over the computer desk. Her giant ass was presented like an animal in heat. Rachel let out a low moan as she felt his dick tease the outside of her pussy and then find its mark. Matt grabbed hold of two mounds of flesh from her love handles and began hammering into his fat wife, her guttural moans only making him harder with each thrust.
Rachel was in ecstasy. Gripping the sides of the desk for stability and grinding her hips into Matt, she felt every inch of her body shudder with their lovemaking. The rythmic pounding synced with the movement of her quaking butt, and her heated cries climbed in pitch until she began squealing in orgasm. The deep envy she felt evaporated, along with the desire to do anything except eat and fuck.
Matt climaxed behind her and collapsed onto her back, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist and hands lovingly caressing her stomach. She glanced back at the screen one last time.
The woman was in bed with her husband as well, clearly having finished lovemaking and bathing in the afterglow. Laying in bed, the woman reached over to a slice of cake on the nightstand and began lovingly devouring a large mouthful.
"Cake would be perfect...", Rachel thought to herself.
