Fattening One Shots

Massive Surprise

Amelia sat in front of a giant chocolate cake that she had impulsively purchased from an old lady. The old lady convinced her that it was the best cake that she would ever have in her life. She said that she was in for a massive surprise after all. The chocolate oozed and melted onto the platter that held the mighty blob of carbs. It looked almost too good to be true. But alas, Amelia struggled. She worked hard to maintain her slim figure for far too many years. She had a 26 inch waist and perky little breasts to prove it. Her legs were toned and muscular as well.
"One slice wouldn't hurt..." Amelia said to herself.  With a cautious mind, she took a tiny slice of cake and put it onto her plate. The smell was so powerful. She took a bite. It was astounding. Sparks flew in all directions. It was even a bit arousing. But before she knew it, it was over. The slice was gone. But oh god, the old lady was right. One more bite wouldn't hurt, would it? Amelia quickly took another slice and chowed that down. But her stomach craved for more. It growled and wailed for another lustful bite. It got worse and worse until finally... Another bite was taken. And another. And another.
An hour went by and Amelia had finished the whole cake. Her stomach was jam packed full of its sugary goodness. The button of her jeans was starting to dig in under her belly a bit, but she didn't notice due to her gluttonous satisfaction. Her shirt outlined the orb that sprouted from her midsection perfectly, making her look pregnant. She let out a slight belch, wiped off her mouth, and leaned back.
Suddenly, Amelia felt a rush of warmth surge throughout her body. Like little angels kissing her soft skin. Soft indeed. She closed her eyes in fulfillment, failing to notice that her body was staring to expand. Her bottom became a plush pillow, pushing her body upward from its growing layers of fat. Then her breasts became rounder, like oranges. Her stuffed belly quickly pushed outward as well. It became soft and plump, forcing her shirt upward so it could peak out a little bit. However, her jeans were growing tight and the waistband started to creak from the pressure. Her eyes flew open.
Amelia screamed in terror, placing her hands on her growing stomach. She tried pushing it down, but that only made it expand faster. The button of her jeans finally gave way and popped off at full speed. It pinged against the floor and flew right into the TV. She gasped and looked up at the cracked screen.
Amelia's round bottom finally started to ooze over the chair, her thighs struggling under the denim. The seams started to rip one by one. Her breasts were quickly catching up, becoming the size of watermelons. She felt her bra snap off in an instant. Her hands still tried their best to hold onto her belly, but it was growing more and more. It was now a mountainous ball that covered her bulbous thighs. Her arms were plump and her fat feet made her sandals burst into several pieces. She huffed and groaned as she felt her double chins bubbling into form. When she lifted her arms, her shirt finally gave way. However, so did the chair and her jeans. Once she fell, she heard a loud rip.
There was a knock at the door, and then Amelia heard some familiar words from an old woman. "Would you like some more sweets? They're only the best in the world!"