Tiny Pills

     Morgan ran up the stairs quickly, not caring whether she forgot about her dainty air or not. That deadbeat husband of hers was supposed to be home hours ago,and she needed those pills quickly! She ran to the top floor of her condo, to her husband's study. She had to get on those pills before it was too late.
      Morgan was a beautiful woman.  A model, winner of most beauty pageants in Southern California, she couldn't afford to gain any weight. She was proud of her perfect figure and had spent years perfecting it.
      That's what first drew her to her husband, Gary. Seeing the two of them on the street, you never would have imagined they were a couple. Gary was rather short and a bit plump. He'd often go for a few days without shaving and would end up wearing the same clothes right out of the hamper. Typical American male. His average looks stood out in great contrast with Morgan's stunning figure. Tall, slender, blond; she had an image to keep up, and what an image it was. Heads turned whenever she walked down the street. She had long legs, wavy blond hair down to the middle of her back, large firm breasts, and an ass to die for.
     Although it seemed surprising, people always seemed to assume they knew why Gary and Morgan were together. Gary was rich; he had created many pharmological breakthroughs, and was now retired at 37 living off of his accumulated income luxuriously. Morgan's the sexiest woman on the west coast (probably in the US). Each one of them benefitted.
      But there is only one reason Morgan married Gary, which no one can know about. After Gary retired, he began working on his next biggest breakthrough in his study/lab upstairs. He had created the ultimate weight loss pill, and Morgan had become dependant on it. She needed to keep up her figure. It was her life. But these weren't ordinary pills. Their effects weren't permanent; if someone stopped taking them, in less than a day they would regain a few pounds, and eventually they would have all the weight they had lost back. Morgan could not afford to have that happen, not even a few pounds.
     She needed those pills. Gary had promised her that he would give her more when he came home at four. It was now almost six, and Morgan was getting desperate. She felt as if she could feel herself gaining weight with every step she took!
      She finally reached the door to Gary's study. She burst through the door! Or, she would have, but to her dismay, it was locked. She screamed and threw herself against the door, but to no avail.
      She got up, determined, and stalked away to the hall closet. She looked hopefully inside, and soon found a folding chair. It was cheap, and she hadn't seenit in years, but at this point in time it was the nicest thing she had ever seen.
     Dragging the chair over to the door, she lifted it above her head and brought it heavily down upon the doorknob. It rattled, but still held. Raising the chair again, Morgan decided she would not stop until the door opened. After about 6 more swings, the doorknob was hanging on only by a single bent bolt.
     Morgan pushed the door open and looked around the study. There! Sitting on the end of a table with different bottles on it, an orange vial! She opened it quickly, the childproof protection foiling her only for a few moments. She let two small, circular pills fall into her palm, and quickly popped them into her mouth.
     For the first time in hours she was able to relax. She sat down in a swivel chair, fanning her face with her hand. She looked down at her body, relieved to see that there was no fat poking out from her blouse.
     After a few minutes, she got up to leave the study. She was going to tear Gary a new one when he got home. Walking to the doorway, she looked back at the study. The little pills were sitting on the end of the table, just where she found them. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. Last time she had missed a pill, she had gained 3 pounds by the next day, but it had taken her over a week to get rid of those extra pounds. What if she was going to gain more weight by tomorrow? She couldn't take that risk. She needed to keep that weight off no matter what!
     She walked briskly over to the orange container, contemplating it for a few moments. She picked it up and poured five pills onto her open hand. She looked at them. It didn't look like enough for her. She wanted to be sure she wasn't going to have any unexpected surprises tomorrow. She took out three more tiny pills, and in one quick motion popped all eight into her mouth, swallowing quickly.
      That should do it, she thought. With that, she began to walk to the threshold again. Once in the hall, she closed the door behind her, examining the mutilated knob.
      Suddenly, her stomach let out a gurgle. She felt cramped, and had to bend over to ease the pain. As quickly as it came, the discomfort was gone. She stood up again wearily.
     "Hmm...well, I am a bit hungry..." she thought out loud. "Fuck, I don't have to wait for that bastard anymore!"
      She began to walk downstairs to have her dinner of cottage cheese with celery and non-fat yogurt for dessert. Moments later, she was at the fridge, reaching for the container of cottage cheese when the pain returned again, as suddenly as before, and the cramps clenched her stomach. Dropping the container, she bent over, clutching her sides. This time, however, it did not go away as soon as the first time. She stood there hunched over for about a minute, cold cottage cheese having splattered the floor as well as Morgan's bare feet.
     When the pain began to ease, she gradually tried to stand up straight once again. Resting both hands on the counter, she pushed herself up into an erect position, breathing heavily.
     When she was sure the pain had disappeared completely, she looked down at the mess on the floor. What she saw made her gasp in terror.
      Where there had once been flat, sexy abs, a small pudgy tummy now protruded from beneath her shirt. Slight as it might be, Morgan would have rather been in a car crash than have gained any weight. She let out a scream and backed up against the refridgerator. She looked down again at her stomach, too disgusted to touch it. Her breath caught in her throat as she continued to look down.
      Her belly was slowly seeping out from under her shirt, pressing steadily against the white fabic, stretching it out farther than it has probably ever been stretched before.
      She couldn't scream. She could only stare in terror. Soon, she began to feel the waistband of her pants tightening across her belly. She snapped out of her paralysis and began to run to the living room, desperate to get to a phone.
      She soon realized that she could feel something she hadn't felt in years: her thighs were brushing against each other as she was hurrying. She stopped and looked down. Oh god, not only was her stomach increasing in size, but her legs too? She reached her hands behind her and felt down her back. Sure enough, her backside was slowly pressing out, testing the seams of her designer jeans.
      More alarmed than ever, she tried as quickly as she could to remove her pants. This, however, proved mor difficult than she thought, for her arms had also begun to expand in width. After struggling for several minutes, she kicked her pants far away from her, as if they were causing her all of this trouble. she examined her body once again, trying hard not to cry. Her stomach had ballooned out like a beach ball, and her legs were about as wide around as her head. Her shirt had been rolled up to right under her breasts, which were also quickly growing in size, overflowing her bra and bending it's clasps.
      She tried to run to the phone again, but could do nothing by waddle. She had to lean her body from left to right to move forward, swinging her legs ahead of her. She was painfully aware of her butt jiggling with every step she took. As her breasts continued to grow, her vision became more and more obscured. Her bra had given up and snapped off, her shirt following soon after. Miraculously, her underwear had stayed on and stretched along with her ever-growing body. It was hard to see it, however, having sunk between her folds of skin, giving her body a slightly segmented look.
      She finally reached the phone in the living room, but to her dismay, she could not move her arms enough to pick it up. They were sunken within her body, reducing their mobility to amost nothing. She turned around to try to pick it up sideways, and caught a glace of herself in a mirrored panel on the wall.
      She let out a scream and lost her balance. She fell down with a crash. She was not afraid of hitting her head; there was no way it could have possibly made contact with the ground anyways. The new fat layered upon her body shuddered and rippled, first from the fall, but then was wracked as she lay there sobbing. Her body. Her beautiful body.

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     Gary shoved the door open at about 6:30, much later than he promised he'd be home. He was visiting Marta, his girlfriend. They had fallen asleep accidentally, and he had only just woken up less than an hour ago and hurried home.
      He had told Morgan that he was going to visit his brother out in San Diego that day. He couldn't let Morgan know about his mistress. She knew too much about his tinkering in his study, creating things which would never be FDA approved. It would require a very good lie to explain his lateness.
      "Sweetie?" he called out from the foyer. "Sorry I'm so late, I had to bring my nephew to the hospital in a hurry."
      Gary walked into the kitchen, still calling out excuses as he walked. However, he stopped talking abruptly when he saw the spilt cottage cheese on the kitchen floor. "Morgan? Baby?" he called. Where could she be?
       He heard something suddenly from the direction of the living room. Hurrying over, he realized he heard someone crying. "Morgan, honey, what's the matter?"
       He turned the corner and headed down the hall faster. "Morgan, are you al...ri..." his voice trailed away. Laying before him in the middle of the large room, his supermodel wife lay on her back, completely helpless because of the copious amount of fat on her body.
      Morgan turned to him. "What...did you...do to me?!" she accused between sobs.
     "What did I do? What..how did this happen??" Gary hurried over to his wife's side, staring at her enormous girth. Laying down, her stomach and back were almost as tall as Gary. Her legs were wide open; there was no way they could close. There was simply too much body between them. Her breasts were flopped to either side. He was quite amazed at the fact that they were still quite firm, much firmer than he would have expected.
      "Don't you dare start saying this is somehow my fault!" she shouted, her sorrow quickly giving over to rage.
       Gary quickly cut her off. "Hang on for a second, lemme try to help you out here." Gary walked over to Morgan's head. She had no neck anymore, and in fact her chin was sunken slightly into her engorged chest. After a lot of struggling, Gary tilted Morgan into what would be a standing position if her legs had been capable of standing. Instead, she was sort of balanced on her ass, her legs splayed out to either side, almost completely hidden within her rolls of fat.
      "You didn't come home and I ran out of pills! I needed to take some so I went up to your study!" Morgan began recounting what had happened since he was supposed to be home. When she reached the part about taking the first two pills, Gary groaned.
      "Those were an experiment batch! They need to undergo some more chemical changes before they are ready! Why did you need them right then, you couldn't just wait a few more hours for me to get home??"
      "I didn't want to have to wait! Remember what happened last time? I gained three pounds in one night!"
      "Oh, that was smart of you!" Gary retorted. "So now, because of your impatience, you ended up gaining hundred of pounds in less than an hour! What were you..." He stopped talking, realizing that she wasn't listening any longer. Her face had changed, and seemed to be grimacing. Her hands were balled up into fists, and her toes were curled. "What's the matter?" Gary asked, suddenly extremely concerned.
      "Cramps. Started again. Ugh...."
      "Well, maybe that's a good thing, maybe that means it's about to all go away" Gary said hopefully.
      "No...I've been getting cramps for awhile. It means...means..."
      Before she could say what it meant, however, Gary saw for himself. Morgan threw her head back, and her body began to convulse.
       "Oh my god, what's happening?" Gary shouted. Right before his eyes, Morgan's belly began to press forward even more. Her breasts swelled, still firm, growing outward, the nipples hardening and poking out by inches.
      Gary ran over to her and pushed a hand against her areola and another against her engorged stomach. He could feel squirming inside. Her insides seemed to be roiling, swirling, and swishing, pressing against her flesh, making her body grow larger and larger.
      Gary stood back, shocked. This was beyond his realm of knowledge, and all he could to was stand there and watch the processes that ensued.
      Her arms were greedily swallowed up by her massive girth. Her legs opened even wider, but were immediately also consumed by her body. She was taking on an almost spherical shape, and he could see ripples running up and down her layers of fat.
      Morgan began to scream. He was helpless; there was nothing he could do to stop this. Eventually, her screams became muffled. He looked up and saw that her head was slowly sinking into her body, her mouth now concealed inside of her taught skin.
      He noticed a bit too late that she was beginning to wobble, leaning over too far back. He ran over and grabbed her body, but it did nothing. All he could feel was the gurgling within, continuing to push her body outwards. He ran over to her head and saw her eyes and nose barely peering above her vast flesh.
      Pushing down on her skin, freeing her mouth, he tried to hold her jaw open. She looked up at him with wild eyes. Forcing her jaw open, he opened his palm and revealed a small red pill. He quickly popped it into her mouth.
      Standing back, he watched as her body suddenly stopped increasing. He walked around her, admiring her body from all angles. The way her huge breasts hung delicately to her sides, swollen nippled erect. Her ass, flattened against the ground, textured from fatty buildup. Her stomach, swollen and flabby, full of creases. He walked over and patted it, rubbing his hands over her front, her sides, down to her ass, giving it a final squeeze. Suddenly, her body seemed to collapse into itself. Her feet emerged, and her hands soon after. He was going to miss her huge, abnormal proportions...