Please Take Just One

Ok. So part of my ongoing plan of archiving things here, I’ve decided there are a couple of old stories people seem to still enjoy that I feel should be a part of that. But honestly, for me? Going back & rereading them is kind of embarrassing. It’s almost like seeing unflattering old photos. I mean every single one is at least over a decade old at this point! And riddled with typos, grammar errors, & annoying inconsistencies. 

I have decided that while the originals will live on my deviantart page in perpetuity, I’m going to give some of these another pass before reposting. You’ll see a ”remaster” tag in instances of this. And to kick things off, here is one of the first weight gain stories I ever posted. If the dates on dA are to be believed, the original was first posted April 13, 2006! While I also remastered the pic, I still included the intensely low res napkin scribble I posted along with It. Full res attached too. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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Monica approached the creepy looking storefront. 

The one she usually  crossed the street to avoid. “Elbe's Old World Antiquities &  Oddities.” It always sent fumes wafting out onto the street, causing the whole half block radius to reek of musty, old incense. The gothic facade was old & dilapidated. 

But now, it was her last resort.

See, up until very recently, petite, timid little Monica was in a state of denial. 

Despite several warnings & even a few instances of blurry photo & video proof, she didn’t entirely believe her friends. There was just no way her boyfriend Jason was cheating on her. She’d argued “not him.” Or “He wouldn't do that.“ Besides, not to sound stuck up or anything, but let’s face it: she was one of the hottest girls in the whole damn town! “Frankly, he'd be nuts to do that,” she'd say. That was until she saw him, in plain sight, going right behind her very back!

But confrontation wasn't necessarily her style. Revenge was. She knew the bitch. And she wasn't looking to let Jason off easy either. So she started plotting one night, as her & some friends went out & got drunk. That's when one of her friends mentioned this place. 

According to her somewhat witchy friend, the antiques were all just a front. It was really something of a “Magic Shop.” Overhearing some of the types of comeuppance her friend listed off, Monica thought she was just drunk, but anything was worth a look. Maybe she could find a killer spell that would exact  her revenge beautifully. So, after finally mustering up the courage to step inside, here she was, unable to believe she was actually looking into this.

She walked in, rattling the bell with the opening door. The musty smell was even more intense & she almost felt herself choking. The place was jampacked full of, for lack of a  better word, Crap! All old carved furniture, a lot of it with weird ornate symbols  & motifs. Lots of Goats, she noticed, some stars too. Most definitely not really her style, she thought. Books & glass bottles holding different things spanned the walls. Some had greenish looking goo, others had what looked like…bones? Others had bluish powder. Finally, she made out what looked to be a front counter. There was a “ring for service” bell

“Ding Ding!”

"One minute...." she  heard echo out the back of the store. She stood there. Looking at the  counter & the shelves of jars & bottles lining the walls. More bones? Maybe this wasn't the best idea. She was about ready to turn around  & leave when suddenly she saw a bowl of candies. They were wrapped in red foil & a sign was perched up over top of them saying “Please Take Just One.” 

Monica, never one to turn down something for free, planned on doing just that. She picked it up & didn't see any markings, nothing to say what it was. She was sort of afraid, judging by  the looks of a lot of the things on the walls. But it smelt sugary. She unwrapped it with the precision & care of someone disarming a bomb. The candy was pinkish, but it smelled like a dark chocolate, her favorite. It was probably like one of those cheapy candies that they dye  pink or red around valentine's day. And that wasn't that long ago. She'd be fine. She popped it in the air & caught it in her mouth.

"Mmmmm."  She found herself groaning the instant it hit her tongue. It was delicious! No candy tasted that good. Ever. She wanted to have another when suddenly a voice interrupted her.  She swallowed quickly.

"Yes dear, I'm Elbe. May I be of assistance to  you?" A crazy looking woman walked out the back. She looked like a  mixture of what people think of when they hear the word “witch” &  “hippie.” She thought maybe the term was “new age?” Her hair was scraggily & her eyes were wild, behind round frame glasses that deeply magnified her eyes.

"Um.  well... It's silly." Monica started. But the woman's face didn't waver.  "My boyfriend's cheating on me with a girl I don't like very much & I  heard that you had things to get back at them with."

"Mmmm. Revenge,  eh?" Elbe thought, scratching her head. Monica backed away, fearing  there might be some lice using the opportunity to hop out. "Hmm without a threefold splashback I’m supposing. Let me think." She picked up a dusty old book & started flipping through. "Revenge. Revenge, Revenge, Revenge." She said all sing-songy, briskly going through the pages. That’s when she looked up to see Monica eyeing the bowl. "Oh, feel free to try a candy while I'm looking, dear." The taste of the first piece was still strong in her mouth, Monica  picked another one up. Despite what the sign said, she did offer. 

“Thanks!” Monica smiled devilishly. She tore off the wrapping & popped it right into her mouth. This time a bit more greedily. She tried to let it dissolve on her tongue.

"Mmmmm. These are really...." There was a gurgle that suddenly interrupted Her. Monica couldn’t tell from where, exactly.

"Oh no!" The woman said looking up with her wild eyes. Her expression was suddenly a bit more concerned. "These? Plural? You should have really told me it was your second! Didn't you read the bloody sign?!"

"I didn't kn... but you... it..." Monica started but eventually just ended up asking, "How did you... know?"  as she started to feel a bit funny.  Her tummy gurgled, & suddenly she in just a manner of seconds, she felt like she'd eaten a whole thanksgiving feast, herself. Then another on top of that, then another on top of that! An impossible, unbearable, but also somewhat not entirely unpleasant fullness. "What's...."

"There was a sign, dear! A very clear & direct sign! I don't know how much more clear I could have made it! Those candies were special." Elbe explained. Suddenly Monica felt her clothes become extremely tight. To the point that they were cutting into her terribly. She looked down to see boobs that had unexpectedly grown the size of volleyballs & underneath that, a squishy belly pushing out, cutting off the sight of her toes. She was getting fat!  And not just fat, FAT fat! And fatter by the second. ”More than one’s not a good idea for a human’s constitution.” Elbe exclaimed.

"Oh god!" Monica cried, rounding out to three hundred pounds in just a few seconds. She wanted to ask “A human’s constitution? As opposed to what else’s?” But she was way more concerned with the new dimensions her body was taking on. Her clothes continued to hold on for dear life, but they confined her flesh so uncomfortably, she almost wished they'd just burst off of her. But she kept going. Bigger &  bigger she got until she was approaching the big '4-0-0'. Rolls bulged into form, & folded as the gravity took effect. She felt a chin developing as her cheeks got bigger & puffier too. Standing was quickly becoming a chore, getting harder by the second. 

“Stop this!” She cried, as she was close to 550 lbs. Easy.

Slowly, surely, the growing started to come to a halt on it’s own as Elbe instructed her to breathe. That’s when she noticed the witchy woman twirling what looked like a twig at her & reciting some kind of incantation.

”What are you-?”

”Just trying to help your outfit keep pace.” Elbe explained. “Don’t want to have to send you home in a burlap sack Everything remained, tight on Monica, but miraculously, slowly realizing she had come to a stop at size times her initial size, her seams were all still intact. At least for as much of herself as she could see. Still, she could hardly remain standing. 

"It... I'm a... It... The candies! They turned me into a cow!"
"Sorry dear. There was a sign."  Elbe said, not wanting a lawsuit. “Wasn’t the candies so much as you not following directions.” A silence fell over the room as Monica poked & prodded at her new growth. She made slow, careful movements, fearing something shifting too much weight would blow even the stretched out clothes off her back or make her land on her ass & through the floor. 

”Fix me!” She insisted.

”Afraid I can’t.“ Elbe shrugged. She went from looking for revenge spells to potential ways to “deal with a customer.” Monica wanted to start blubbering. That was until a very devious  idea hit her.

"Say, if I were to use these candies for my revenge plan... How much would they be?" She said

"Free of charge, dear! That's why they're in the bowl! Take some with you!  Just make sure you don't get a sweet tooth & eat any more yourself,  yeah?" Elbe said with a giggle, happy to appease her & get her out of her very dry, stringy hair quickly.

"I'll... try my best not to." Monica giggled honestly, plunging a chubby claw into the bowl before waddling off with an evil snicker.

”Cheapskate.” Elbe hissed under her breath, losing what would’ve been her first sale in weeks to the complimentary bowl. Oh well. At least it seemed to help her escape litigation this time.

Oblivious to this, an devious grin poked out between Monica’s now much plumper lips as she reached the door. 

Her revenge would be sweet. 

So long as she could ease her hips through the doorframe anyway.