STILL WEIGHTING

By Nomdreserv

Keith deliberately walked out of his way instead of heading straight home. Who could blame him? Being given the power to shape women’s bodies the way he’d always dreamed left him giddy and elated. The last place he wanted to go was home.

But where instead? Certainly, the mall was an attractive option. There tended to be large numbers of women and all types and ages, so he thought that should be his new home away from home. While he walked, he casually added a few pounds here and there to the women he passed, reshaping their bodies to show off those curves he found so enticing.

And then, he passed the field. At first, he merely glanced over, noting that a girls’ soccer game was in progress. He idly noticed that most of the girls were the thin, athletic types that most people aspired after, but left him wanting more. Too bad. And then, he did a mental double-take. Today, for the first time, he could do something about that.

He moved closer and took up an observation point that gave him an excellent view without being too obvious. The teams seemed evenly matched, and the game was active and hotly contested, leaving the girls totally preoccupied anyway. One team was dressed in blue shorts – too long and loose to his taste – and white shirts, the others in red and yellow. Each team also seemed to have its star player: a tall, strong blonde with her hair in a tight ponytail for the blues, and a shorter, more agile Hispanic girl for the reds.

Keith wondered what the extent of his powers really was, and decided some more tests were in order. The blues were ahead in the score, so he thought he’d start with the blonde. He started off carefully, not sure how well his earlier command for the subjects not to notice the changes would work with this larger group and the spectators.

Using the same mental commands as before, he imagined the blonde losing some of her muscle mass and replacing it with fat. Sure enough, he noticed that the firm cords of her thighs and calves started to become less obvious and defined, and that her thighs began to jiggle a little more as she ran. She lost a step in speed, and suddenly the Hispanic girl could outrun her. When she tried one of her usual moves to steal the ball, she stumbled. One of her friends helped her up.

“You OK?” she asked, wondering at their captain’s sudden drop in play.

“Yeah,” the blonde answered, her legs feeling tired and weak, almost like she was out of shape. “Just lost my balance or something.”

The blonde’s lapse allowed the reds an unexpected score. As they celebrated, Keith decided it wasn’t fair to penalize the blue team by picking on their star player, so he started adding her muscles back. But this time, with a twist. He didn’t exchange them for the fat he’d added, he just gave them back.

The result, not unexpectedly, was that the blonde started gaining weight, especially where her muscles were strongest – in the legs. Her thighs thickened – now strong but wide, and with a layer of fat that left them sleek and smooth. Suddenly, her shorts weren’t loose and baggy anymore, but actually form-fitting. Her behind ballooned since it had doubled in size, and rolled quite enticingly as she ran back up the field. Although larger all over, she had developed a striking pear shape that left her increasingly bottom heavy.

Here’s where Keith hoped that the secondary effects of his power would hold up, as he fervently hoped that the rather dramatic physical changes taking place would go unnoticed. A couple of the spectators seemed to be watching her strangely, so he carefully broadcast the mental command that everyone looked normal. The suspicious glances subsided, and they relaxed.

He thought the blonde looked a little asymmetric since her lower body had become significantly heavier and thicker than her upper, so he started adding some weight above the waist as well. Her breasts were the first beneficiaries, and swelled to DD size, really bouncing as she ran. Her flat stomach softened and swelled, producing a nice bulge that tightened her shirt and allowed it to creep up a bit. He stopped when he saw the small roll of fat peek out and begin to droop over her shorts’ waistband. She seemed to slow down a bit with all the extra weight, so he actually boosted her muscle mass slightly, making her shorts even tighter as they were stretched over massively thick, strong thighs. He let her arms thicken as well, to better match her legs, but left her pretty face alone. The result was that the blonde was now a plus-sized powerhouse, easily the strongest – and biggest – player on the field.

A fact that the Hispanic girl found to her surprise when they collided over an uncontrolled ball. The smaller girl went sprawling from the impact, while the blonde was hardly fazed. The coffee-skinned beauty became angry. Although her mind somehow registered that everything was normal, it didn’t mean she couldn’t see.

“Watch where you’re going, you cow!”

The blonde approached angrily. “Who are you calling a cow?”

“You, thunder-thighs. If you want to throw your weight around, play rugby.” A smirk. “But if you throw your weight around, we’ll have earthquakes.”

Laughter from the reds, and angry or consoling words from the blues. Amazingly, they all seemed to register the blonde’s new size as normal. Keith hadn’t liked the other girl’s tone, so as play resumed, she became the new target.

Since she seemed contemptuous of anyone plus-sized, he started adding pure fat instead of muscle. Her skin softened as her whole body gained a nice layer of cushioning, then the weight began to accumulate more unevenly. Her breasts swelled and softened, drooping and bouncing dramatically as they stretched her shirt front. A slight paunch formed beneath them, and her thighs began to jiggle, now rubbing against each other as she ran. Her much larger and rounder ass slowly filled, then stretched her shorts, and seemed to make it more difficult for her to run, her buttocks quivering like jello with each step. She also grabbed at her ballooning bottom unconsciously as she felt her underwear being forced into a thong-like wedgie by her expanding cheeks.

It was now a very chunky Hispanic girl that huffed and puffed after the blonde, trying desperately to keep up with her much stronger opponent. Keith let her belly expand a little more, even though it marred what had become a very voluptuous set of tits and ass, because he loved watching her bulging tummy begin to poke through her shrinking and rising shirt.

The other reds slowly and unconsciously adapted their play as her ability deteriorated. Somehow, they accepted that they were superior players to their overweight teammate now, and seemed to compensate automatically, leaving her further and further out of the game. Her agility was severely compromised by her weight and new body shape, and her muscles had a hard time trying to keep up, even with her now plodding gait. Keith watched with satisfaction as she gazed jealousy at her erstwhile rival, clearly envious of the other plus-sized girl’s strength and ability, despite her extra weight. Overall, she was gorgeous, with huge breasts and a wide, round bottom, both well displayed by her stretched, almost skin-tight uniform. Even her nipples seemed to have swelled, and stood out like strawberries beneath her shirt, as they stiffened from her increasing exertion and the friction from her too-tight bra and top.

Her breasts were bouncing like gallon-sized water balloons as she ran as hard as she could to keep up, and it looked like her shorts might split at any second. He admired (and enjoyed) her effort, but it was obvious she was now outclassed on the field. Just to be fair, and to prolong the fun, Keith let a little more muscle tone creep into the girl’s body, just so she could keep up in the game. One thing was certain – she didn’t feel like making any more comments about her opponent’s weight or size.

Now it was the other girls’ turns. Keith let his power flood the field, and watched in satisfaction as all the girls began to add weight, especially in their lower bodies. Evidently, their constant leg exercising concentrated the effect there, and soon they were all running on thick, solid but still strong legs. Their shorts became skin tight, and much shorter, to Keith’s satisfaction, as they crept up their enlarging thighs and hips, then got pulled even more by the ballooning asses that swayed seductively as the girls’ gaits changed to accommodate their new sizes.

Their lower legs swelled too, drawing their socks tight, and expanding their calves until they were smooth and round. Their breasts filled out, then became almost cartoonishly large, and they bounced enthusiastically with the still hotly contested action of the game. The uniform shirts slowly grew tight around widening middles, and their tummies became increasingly prominent, more and more beginning to peek out beneath the overtaxed and unexpectedly tight tops. Only their pretty faces remained thin, even as the rest of their bodies swelled soft and round.

But the game continued unabated. In fact, the girls seemed to be having more fun than ever, even as their styles changed to fit their new bodies. Both teams were now composed entirely of plus-sized athletes, charging around the field on surprisingly strong legs. They weren’t as quick as before, and some of the girls had definitely lost some of their enthusiasm for constant running, but they compensated by planning their shots and passes better, and with much more power. The players were clearly stronger, and their shots were faster and harder than ever, even if the girls weren’t. Their play also became more physical, as they seemed to enjoy using their new sizes to advantage. They thundered eagerly up and down the field, their now too small uniforms skin-tight and displaying their thick legs and plump curves to maximum effect.

They were still evenly matched, but Keith suspected whoever played them next was in for quite a surprise. Not just at their decidedly Rubenesque figures, but at what powerhouses they had become to compensate for their size. After watching their strong, confident and enthusiastic play for a while (and with decided satisfaction, as his cock attested), he decided to leave the changes in place. The girls themselves would be at a loss to explain their new bodies, but he suspected that when they completely dominated the field at their next match with their new size and strength (heck, he bet they could hold their own against a good boys’ team now), any thoughts about trying to diet and get back their old, skinny selves would be forgotten.

And that, he thought, was a job well done.

A slim, young brunette in a convertible blared her horn long and hard when the car in front of her didn’t move fast enough when the light changed. She swerved around it, nearly hitting a mother and her toddler as they finished crossing the street.

As usually happened when she offended other drivers or nearly caused accidents, she drove off without a second thought, roaring away with all 300 HP in gear. Strangely, though, she hadn’t gone more than a block when she felt something wrong. Her fashionably short, expensive skirt suddenly felt very tight against her waist, digging in as though it were shrinking. She looked down and gasped in surprise – her stomach was expanding before her eyes, swelling slowly but surely, and already giving her a pronounced tummy. She felt the tightness spread to her chest as her breasts enlarged, making her bra dig uncomfortably into their increasingly soft substance.

She pulled to the side of the road in shock, and stared as her body inflated, like some bizarre balloon, but not tight like air, but soft and flabby and rapidly beginning to overflow her tight skirt.

She watched in horror as her stomach continued to expand, spilling out over the top of her skirt and completely covering the taut waist that dug into her skin. Her shirt ballooned tight, then the buttons became strained, leaving more and more gaps of soft, pink flesh exposed, and finally popping them one at a time until it looked like an open smock. Her stomach now rested against the steering wheel, making her look like an overdue and overweight maternity patient. Her breasts were overflowing her bra, and she finally had to reach down to unclasp it so she could breathe. She was lucky it was a front closure model, since she might not have been able to reach around the rolls of fat that began to grow around her middle. Her breasts sagged heavily onto her paunch, huge but soft, and she could barely cover them with the flaps of her open shirt.

Her skirt looked shorter and shorter as her legs swelled beneath it, and finally the overstressed waistband popped open. Her now huge ass and massive thighs overflowed the seat, and tore the rest of her skirt, leaving it in tatters around her, and completely exposing her flabby, fleshy legs to her utter horror. Somehow, her feet remained the same, looking tiny and absurd in her fashionable heels at the bottom of her now elephantine legs. She happened to glance in her mirror, and the panicked face she saw reflected back at her was almost unrecognizable with its extra chins and puffed cheeks. Her arms had sagging fat that jiggled as she held her hands up.

She wanted to scream, but somehow couldn’t. Finally, in desperation, and hoping that distance might somehow save her from whatever bizarre fate had befallen her, she drove away, tires screeching. She had to push her seat all the way back, and still her stomach pressed against the wheel. She managed to drive well enough, though the wind left her shirt flapping, and her huge breasts and swollen belly were left bare for all to see. She looked like a female Buddha, dressed only in her heels and a pair of panties that now looked like dental floss lost in the folds of her bloated lower body. It made for a decidedly strange sight in the tiny convertible’s driver’s seat.

Her mind spun wildly as she tried to comprehend what had happened. Her first thought was to go to the hospital and seek aid, even though she dreaded the stares her nearly naked body would draw. Unexpectedly, she paused and wondered if she’d be able to keep herself covered enough to stop at a fast food drive-through. She suddenly had a strong craving for French fries. And pizza. And ice cream. And…

And she didn’t even notice the teenaged boy who watched her drive away. Keith smiled. It wasn’t as pretty as his other work, but he felt it was justice of a sort. He suspected she would soon trade in her convertible for a more spacious and conservative car, and hoped her driving style would change to match.