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Big Bea and ‘Normous Nessa Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-09-19 01:32:22 +0000 UTCTags: Rapid weight gain, strong fat, GTS
--- A Simple Bite ---
“I dunno, Bea, doesn’t seem like a good idea. This stuff is pretty powerful. . .and meant for Pokemon.” Nessa said, watching Bea spoon a generous helping of Gigantamax Curry onto a plate. While it smelled good, especially with the meat and other spices that Bea had mixed in, Nessa couldn’t escape the fact that it was meant for pokemon and, further, for very specific purposes. Ingesting that curry would lead to a variety of effects, the most drastic of which was an increase in size. A pokemon exposed to the curry could find itself suddenly reaching epic, terrifying proportions. Even knowing this, Bea was still determined to sample some of the infamous food. The spicey dish rested on top of a pile of rice, its color vibrant and almost electric. The tanned gym leader couldn’t deny that the strange meal looked tasty. Nessa, despite her slim proportions, was something of a foodie. Being a gym leader and a model allowed Nessa many opportunities for travel and with travel came the opportunity for sampling cuisine. Even so, she had a hard time imagining herself trying the strange food. Bea showed little concern.
“Nessa, I don’t have much of a choice. They need a late replacement for the tournament, one that’s a weight class up from mine. Gotta cut some corners if I’m going to make the deadline.” Bea explained, easily rationalizing her thought process. The martial artist twirled a large spoon in her hand, decidedly eager to sample the curry. “Besides, its a low dosage and, other than the Gigantamix, uses only ingredients for humans. Should be safe!” She looked up at Nessa, her steel-gray eyes showing nothing but determination. She was a fighter and fighters did what they had to to succeed. Nessa threw up her hands in a gesture of helplessness. Her friend was dead set on it, how could she stop her? Bea spooned the curry into her mouth. The quiet girl mulled it over, thinking about the taste. Bea was normally reserved and stoic, but Nessa could tell that she liked the taste of the curry. “Nessa, you have to try some of this! Just a little.” Bea said, offering a spoonful to her friend.
“I don’t know, are you sure it's safe? What if something goes wrong, then both of us are in trouble.”
“Well, I haven’t had any problems yet. You know this stuff works pretty fast, right?”
“Sure. . .but. . .” Nessa said, running out of options in her mind. She did not want to deny her friends request. At the end of the day, it was food with some health supplement sprinkled in. Surely, people had tried this before. She hadn’t heard any news reports of trainers becoming monsters or kaiju. Nessa sighed and sat down opposite Bea. Ladylike, she leaned forward and opened her mouth to accept the curry from Bea’s spoon. She was surprised how good the flavor was. Perfectly spicy, with a nice beef and chicken taste to complement the exoctic spices. “It might kill me. . .but at least it tastes good.” Nessa said, eliciting a groan from Bea. The short, muscled woman returned to spooning in bites, quickly working through the rice. Nessa did not plan on eating more, but watching Bea rapaciously work through the food made her hungry. With a growl shaking her stomach, she snatched a fork laying on the table and began to help herself. The two girls quickly polished off the curry, each feeling much more full than they had in months.
“Wow, that was good. That stuff is going to help me make weight no problem.” The gray haired woman patted her taut tummy. It had rounded out, stuffed full of curry and rice. Bea had never really attempted bulking, preferring to stay at her naturally small weight. However, if it was anything like this she could enjoy it. Good food and plenty of it had never hurt anyone. She tugged her belt off a bit, allowing for more room. Her little round tummy seemed to still be filling up, but that was hardly surprising. She had heard that it takes time for the stomach to process rice specifically, such a large amount would undoubtedly lead to bloating. She smiled across the table at Nessa, who had tipped back the plate and slurped down the final juices. It was hard to say who had eaten more. Both women had attacked the extra large portion of curry, eating as much as they could. “I see you certainly enjoyed it.” Bea couldn’t help but tease her friend a bit. “And see, nothing happened.” Bea leaned back in her chair, putting her hands behind her head. Nessa mumbled something about having a food baby and hoping her athletic shorts could stretch. Bea ignored the little snipes and simply enjoyed the feeling of fullness. A minute later her chair snapped and broke.
While unbelievable, it was not a random chance of fate. The chair snapped because Bea was growing, and fast. A warmth spread across her body, bringing quick changes with it. Fat surged outwards, accompanied by muscle to help support it. In moments, Bea went from stuffed but skinny to obviously chubby. Pound by pound she grew, utterly transformed by the curry’s strange properties. In rapid, uncountably quick seconds she was a doughball, unable to have her fat ass held up by a simple wooden chair. Gravity took over, dumping the obese woman to the ground.
Nessa was not spared either, her stomach shoving into the table while her ass flooded the chair she was sat in. A second huge crash sounded, with the tan woman being cast onto the floor similar to Bea. The two struggled to their feet slowly. It was strange. They could feel the weight being bumped onto their bodies, but they could also feel muscle cording up underneath. For as fat as they got, there was always an equal portion of muscle. Bea especially noticed the steel forming under her fat. Her arms seemed to be composed entirely thick and bulky muscle, with only enough fat to a bit of aesthetic softness. Her biceps soon looked like geodudes, every bit as hard and strong. Nessa tried to grab the table on her way up, succeeding only in crushing it beneath her own bulk. She was less strong than Bea, but made up for it in raw tonnage. Her naked belly ran forward as a singular mass, an avalanche of brown blubber. Her breasts were not far behind. Her stretchy clothes were put to the test, somehow managing to stretch just enough to keep her modest.
When the pair finally arose, driving their immense upper bodies upwards by pillar-thick thighs, they noticed the third change about them. They were growing taller. Inch by inch they rose, growing with consistent and obvious spurts. The extra inches compiled quickly into feet, the two reaching Amazonian proportions. “Oh, goooodddd, BEA!” Nessa yelled, her voice gaining a reverberating boom as she passed eight feet in height. “What did you dooooo to us!” She tried to get some sort of stability, waddling backwards to find a wall. Her jiggling ass knocked chairs and other decorations out of the way with no special effort. While certainly weighing more due to her height, she had the proportions of a 600 pound woman. She was more than obese, but with the strength to carry it. The swimmer was surprised when her ass met. . .and destroyed the wall behind her. Nessa teetered, ready to fall and cause more destruction.
Bea ran forward, her thick but strong legs carrying her to her struggling friend. Bea had matched Nessa in growth proportionally, still being shorter but more muscular than her friend. She had a pure roundness that Nessa did not, the swimmer seeming much more wide and flabby. With her added muscle, Bea was more like a wrecking ball with chiseled, iron girded shaped arms. She caught Nessa and, in spite of her friends tonnage, was able to hold her up with ease. The two held each other, waiting for the growth to subside. When it was all said and done, the two were nearly nine feet tall and had the fat distribution of nearly 700 pound women.
The pair waited a moment, holding each other and waiting for the growth to subside. When all was proven to be calm, Bea stepped back and let her friend go. Nessa slumped to the floor, shaking the house and its foundations as she landed. The dark haired beauty seemed in disbelief, while Bea took things in stride. “Well. . .that was something.” Bea said, trying to adjust her belt. It was tight under her now exposed gut. Each tug made her stomach bounce up and down. She stooped, having to throw her legs into a wide stance in order to accommodate her bulging belly, and tapped her friend on the forehead. “Nessa? Doing ok?”
“I think my life is over.” Nessa said, staring down at the fields of fat that now clunge to her. Brown blubber filled her vision. “I’m going to be a blob for the rest of my life.”
The shorter woman tried to think of something positive to say to cheer Nessa up. “Hey, hey! Don’t forget, this is only temporary.” Bea put forth an impromptu supposition, thinking about how Gigantamax affected pokemon. To the pocket monsters, the effects only lasted from battle to battle. The stormy eyed woman tried to comfort her friend, also sitting down on the ground. Her powerful ass landed with a thud, shaking bits of ceiling tile loose. Dust fell on the two “ We just have to avoid any sort of Gigantamax product and we’ll be fine!” Bea patted her gut, meaty thuds sounded as her arms sank into the blubber. “Just go home and relax. Should be easy!”
“I’m too big for my house.” Nessa mumbled, putting her round face in her arms. While she couldn't have known the misfortune that would visit her, she wished she hadn’t downsized to a tiny house.
“Okay, maybe sleep it off in your gym. Just close up shop for a few days and wait it out.” Bea leaned forward and tapped Nessa’s huge gut. “It’ll be like a little vacation or something!" She stood, small thuds shaking the house as her bulk was put into motion. "Come on, I’ll help you back to your gym.” She put a thick arm out, which the fatter woman took.
Nessa slowly stood, her ass shaking back and forth while it pulled her athletic shorts deeper and deeper between her canyon ass. There was a lot of huffing and puffing as the two heaved themselves up. While stronger than what they once were, it was a delicate balancing act. Fat poured out from their outfits, exposing every bit of design weakness that the simple fabrics had. Nessa looked practically naked, given how skimpy her athletic gear was naturally. Bea fared only a little better. Once she had been a slim, flat chested woman. It was quite strange to suddenly have more curves than she knew what to do with. The pair made for a strange sight as they waddled slowly to Nessa’s gym. Nessa was quiet on the walk, silently resolving to herself that she would wait out the effects of the Gigantamax curry. She would return to her skinny, slim body.
-- Nessa Caves ---
“Bea! Bea!” Nessa said hurriedly, putting the phone up to her face. Even as she held the phone she felt it slipping from her grasp. Rather, she felt her hand outgrowing the already tiny phone. “You gotta come quick. I’m so sorry. . .I was working on cleaning out my gym and I found another vial of curry. I was going to throw it away but I couldn’t help myself. Come quick!” Nessa said the words as the phone finally became too small for her to use. She was growing quickly, filling up even faster than before. Her clothes had already ripped off, leaving her completely naked in her own gym. Sounds of running water from the pipes and ocean were soon mixed with a gigantic sloshing as the tanned woman grew in earnest, fully Gigantamaxing herself. She had been on one of the metal grids in the gym, one of the few things that could hold her old weight. In the days following the inciting incident she had been amusing herself by rearranging the gym. She was now strong enough to carry and push the heavy metal by herself. At 12 feet tall, she was her own best option for a crane. She would tramp through the cool water of the gym, her enormous double rolled gut sloshing against the water, heaving and pushing the metal platforms around. Yet, now thanks to her lack of temperance, she was now outgrowing them.
“Oh god, oh god. . .” Nessa said as she felt the metal twist and turn beneath her bulk. It was soon flattened by the advancing blubber. She cursed her lack of resilience. She had known better than to try more of the curry, but had been unable to stop herself. Her quagsire had come bumbling up to her, holding it in its rubbery flippers. She tried to explain that it was no good, that it had gotten her in the situation in the first place. But the poor, dopey pokemon just kept handing it to her. She had finally taken the container, seemingly tiny in her meaty hand. She had thanked the quagsire, encouraging it to go play somewhere else. She had meant to throw the container away, tossing it into the deepest part of her gym. Yet the smell had hit her. Even through the tupperware, she could smell the delicious scent of the curry. It called to her. When she smelled it she felt incomplete, stuck halfway between what she had been. . .and what she should be. In a moment of extreme weakness she had gulped the curry down, container and all. Whatever else would happen, she would be fully Gigantamaxed now.
“Ok, everyone, please leave! Mother is going through something at the moment.” Nessa’s voice boomed out to her pokemon, echoing out through the gym. She was now twice as big as she had been, showing no signs of stopping. Her ass, jiggling like a mountain of jello, had knocked and bent all of the platforms out of the way. They would be further crushed by the advancing tide of brown blubber. She sprouted upwards, filling the gym in every direction possible. Her broad shoulders pushed and shoved and easily bent the yellow pipes that poured water down. Blue water streamed over her bulk, flowing between her car sized breasts and mobile home sized stomach rolls. Of course, along with the fat came muscle. Her arms became more defined, finally beginning to resemble Bea’s own mighty pythons. While Nessa was tilted more towards softness and pudge, her full Gigantamaxed form had plenty of visible muscle. Every movement she made was accompanied first by the twitch of muscle and then the responding jiggle of fat. She winced as her head hit the top of the gym, her legs reaching the entrance at the same time. Her body continued to flow outwards, taking up every bit of freespace possible. The water below her swished and roiled, having nowhere to go, save slapping back and forth between the walls of the gym and the rushing wall of fat. Nessa was soaking wet, her bountiful fields of blubber lubricated by the steams of water.
“Ish. . .too. . .schmall.” Nessa pouted as her face was pressed more and more into the rafters of her gym. Her fat had reached the absolute boundaries. There was no more room for her to grow. She moaned, it came out as a deep bellow due to her size. The gym that she had built and maintained for years strained and shook. While it was strong, it would yield to her fat and muscle. She flexed an arm, starting to push her way out. The pressure grew more and more unbearable. Her stomach burst windows outward, showering the ground with glass. The whole building groaned and shook. “How. . .uggggh. . .musch. . .moooaahh.” Nessa’s face was plastered to the ceiling, her shoulder and neck fat popping out vents and air conditioning units. It was like being a fish in a comically small tank. Her body continued to grow, bending the steel beams that supported the gym. It would not be much longer.
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Thoom, thoom, thoom, thoom. Bea’s huge strides shook the ground as she ran. Nearly naked, save for some loose wrappings, the immense woman ran as fast as she could towards Nessa’s gym. She knocked trees and boulders out of the way as she ran, easily snapping and crushing anything in her path as she sprinted. Her legs, as well toned as her arms, gouged large craters in the ground with each step. She hurried, a box under one arm, her eyes dead set ahead. She wasn’t sure what good she could do her friend, but she had to come regardless. She broke through the treeline, seeing Hulbury proper. A stormcloud had gathered overtop of the stadium, heralding the arrival of the goddess forming within. The entire building seemed to move and shift, like it was a cocoon with the butterfly still inside. “LOOK OUT! Coming through!” Bea yelled, hoping no one would be foolish enough to get in the way of her gigantic self. She watched as the stadium bent outwards, growing ever more tight. Little holes began to appear, brown blubber leaking out. Just as Bea got within 100 yards of the stadium, Nessa made her grand entrance.
The stadium exploded all at once. Pieces flew in all directions as Nessa burst out. Her arms, now huge and muscular, shot upwards with fists pointed towards the sky. Her face, complete with cascading chins and neck rolls, bounced jiggled. Instinctively, she shook her body, trying to get the rubble off of herself. Her huge breasts, big enough to fall halfway down her body, knocked and spread rubble far out into town and the sea. She kicked her massive legs, making Bea have to dodge and smash through rubble. The huge woman, now having attained skyscraper size, stood; her head almost lost in the foreboding sky. She looked down, confused, hurt and more than a little scared. Her eyes lighted on the one thing big enough to catch her attention. The huge woman lifted a building sized leg and stomped it down, sending a shock wave that created a tidal wave. “BEEEEAAAAAAA!” Nessa called, crossing her huge arms. “I TOLD you we shouldn’t have tried that stuff! Now looks what’s happened.” She pouted, girlishly kicking her feet in a tantrum. “My gym is RUINED and I’m a big, FAT, BLOB!” She stamped her feet again.
Bea looked up at the immense woman. It was awe inspiring to see something that size, even if it was a fuming, pouting woman. Bea seriously doubted that Nessa would lose herself to the point where she caused any more trouble or damage. . .but a thrill of exciting terror still ran through Bea. “Neeesssaaa!” Bea called, cupping one hand to her face. “I’M SORRRRRYY ABOUT THE CURRY AND YOUR GYM!” she called before taking the package in her hand and ripping the top off. Inside was one container of curry. Bea had been agonizingly avoiding it, not wanting to incur Nessa’s wrath. However. . .if she had given in, that seemed to open the door for Bea’s own indulgence. She gulped the package down. “Also! Sorry for making TWO BLOBS!” She smiled as a familiar warmth took her.
