Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Dream a Li'l Dream
Lillian woke up with the sun peaking out from behind her blinds. She was tucked warmly, comfortably under the blanket. She smiled to herself, happy to enjoy sleeping late on a Saturday morning. She sighed with the realisation that she was probably going to be fully awake in a few moments. She closed her eyes to enjoy those few moments before finally stirring to get out of bed.
Even before the blanket was off, there was something wrong. It was hard to say, but something just didn't feel right to Lillian. Again she moved to take the blanket off. She must've slept wrong somehow, the blanket just wasn't sliding away like normal. Eventually she had the blanket flipped aside and she moved to sit up. Now there really was a problem, it felt like there was a weight on her chest, and that there was something between her stomach and legs that seemed to be in the way.
Grudgingly she opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Her eyes immediately opened wide in surprise. What she was looking at was definitely wrong. She was looking down at a massive pair of breasts perched atop a rotund expanse of belly.
How could this be? She was a fitness fanatic, she always had been. When Lillian was little her mother was very fat. She remembered how sad her mother always had been and then one day her mother had committed to losing weight and getting in shape. From that day forward Lillian had lived fitness and healthy living. She never touched junk food, she exercised every day. It was the centre of her life, as she changed cities, jobs, boyfriends, whatever life threw at her, there was always her fitness, her health, her thin body. What was this?
Adrenalin flooded her system and she sat up, feeling the flab bending, rubbing, flowing as her body's position changed. She paused for a moment as she regained her balance. The sensation of the fat moving on it's own was simultaneously alien and yet very soothing, almost comforting to Lillian. She wiggled experimentally, feeling how wide her bum was, and how her weight distributed across its surface and pressing down into the mattress. She noticed that her belly and breasts were still swaying slightly. She could also feel that her arms and chin seemed to be wobbling as well. She repeated the wiggle and couldn't help but laugh at how absurd this all was.
The laughter completely took over her body, every where she was bouncing and jiggling, and the more she laughed, the more her body jiggled, and the more her body jiggled, the more she laughed. It fell into a rhythm that Lillian found mesmerising. She'd never felt anything like it before, it was simply incredible. It took her a few moments to calm down.
With a wriggling motion she finally dropped to the floor with a reverberating thud. She felt all the weight of her body catch up a moment later, and it knocked her off balance for a moment before she finally got her footing. Now that she was standing, Lillian could feel the entire weight of her body pressing into her joints. Again she had the odd sensation of her body being alien, yet comfortable.
She began walking towards the dresser to put something on when she realised that she couldn't walk. She looked down and smiled, remembering her view was entirely blocked by her fat. She leaned over a little bit to catch a glimpse of her legs, but she couldn't really see anything but the flesh of her upper body. She concentrated on shifting her weight and made a small, awkward step. Even though it sent some interesting shockwaves through her body, it just didn't feel right, even with everything else going wrong this morning, she knew that wasn't how to take a step. She relaxed and let her body move itself. Lillian was surprised to find that rather than going forward, her legs and feet moved at an angle. In amazement she headed over to the dresser, slowly, her body swaying side to side more than up and down.
Finally she reached the mirror and Lillian saw someone in the mirror. At first she was reminded of seeing her mother when she was little, but looking closer, yes, it was Lillian, not her mother. She could see the eyes and mouth were clearly hers. Her hair was the familiar tangle of long black locks she had each morning. Even though she recognised her face, it was not her face. Plump cheeks rounded out her normally angular face. A soft stretch of flesh formed a double chin that obscured her neck. Lower down she could see broad round shoulders extending across the top of her body, replacing the powerful well defined deltoids and clearly visible clavicles. Further on she could see the massive breasts which had blocked her view earlier. Now she knew why some people referred to them as melons, hers hung like enormous watermelons atop her stomach. The stomach was big beyond believe, it folded over itself forming a few rolls, and it was so large that she couldn't see the bottom of it in her waist high mirror. She could see that it expanded far out to her sides, forcing her arms to rest on it at an angle, rather than hanging loosely.
She moved a little bit, just to make sure it was in fact her reflection she saw and not something else. She smiled, her reflection smiled back. She winked, her reflection winked back. She waved and, seeing her reflection raise its arm, she saw how big her arm was as it wobbled back and forth with her waving. She would swear that her upper arm was further around than her waist. At least, further around than her waist had been.
Lillian went through the motions of getting ready: brushing her teeth and hair, getting dressed, makeup. The whole experience continued the feelings she'd been having all morning, that everything was all right, except for the fact she was clearly very very fat. She kept thinking she should be feeling like an awkward pathetic oaf, but she didn't. She felt warm, happy and confident. She felt like rather than driving at something to achieve perfection, she simply needed to let perfection happen.
She slowly made her way down the stairs. Normally she would bound down the stairs, taking them two or three at a time. She took them one at a time, very slowly as she planted a food and regained balance on each step. Rather than wish she could just get down there, she was enjoying the subtle movements of her body; all her muscles working in coordination to keep her balanced, all her fat moving and rippling with each movement. She could feel her muscles flexing and adjusting to her ever moving weight so she could keep balanced. Each step felt like a miracle to her, and she was almost sorry to reach the bottom and begin waddling to the kitchen.
She could hear someone, probably her husband Rob, moving around in the kitchen. She paused. Her husband Rob? She'd met Rob a few years ago, they'd dated, and while they had fun, they never really seemed to connect. They ran into each other from time to time, but... they were barely friends. She wished they had connected, and she felt he felt the same way. It came down to time. Rob wanted to spend more time with her, but with Lillian always working out, it just never seemed to happen.
Along with hearing Rob in the kitchen, she could smell the bacon that was cooking, and she knew there would be eggs, sausage, toast, hashbrowns, muffins and some fresh fruit waiting for her. Lillian's mouth began to water and for the first time all morning she really did wish her body would just hurry up and get her into the kitchen.
She sat down heavily as Rob laid out the food in front of her. She adjusted in her seat, sliding back and forth as her belly settled between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. There was a lot of food in front of her, and there was part of her wondering why there was enough to feed an army. Another part of Lillian was hoping that more was coming.
After clearing her plate she began to fill it up again and used this time to finally speak with Rob. "I had the craziest dream last night. I dreamed that it was a few years ago, you know, before we were dating?"
"Dating the first time or the second time Lil?" he asked, pulling some cinnamon buns out of the oven which made Lillian's heart flutter with anticipation.
"Um, I don't really remember that part of the dream. I was so skinny though, you remember how skinny I was?" He nodded and she quickly worked through a second helping of bacon and eggs along with some fruit and a couple of muffins. "Can you believe that I actually thought I was happy like that?"
She sat back with her hands folded across her stomach. All the food was gone, her stomach was full, and now she was happy.
Even before the blanket was off, there was something wrong. It was hard to say, but something just didn't feel right to Lillian. Again she moved to take the blanket off. She must've slept wrong somehow, the blanket just wasn't sliding away like normal. Eventually she had the blanket flipped aside and she moved to sit up. Now there really was a problem, it felt like there was a weight on her chest, and that there was something between her stomach and legs that seemed to be in the way.
Grudgingly she opened her eyes to see what the problem was. Her eyes immediately opened wide in surprise. What she was looking at was definitely wrong. She was looking down at a massive pair of breasts perched atop a rotund expanse of belly.
How could this be? She was a fitness fanatic, she always had been. When Lillian was little her mother was very fat. She remembered how sad her mother always had been and then one day her mother had committed to losing weight and getting in shape. From that day forward Lillian had lived fitness and healthy living. She never touched junk food, she exercised every day. It was the centre of her life, as she changed cities, jobs, boyfriends, whatever life threw at her, there was always her fitness, her health, her thin body. What was this?
Adrenalin flooded her system and she sat up, feeling the flab bending, rubbing, flowing as her body's position changed. She paused for a moment as she regained her balance. The sensation of the fat moving on it's own was simultaneously alien and yet very soothing, almost comforting to Lillian. She wiggled experimentally, feeling how wide her bum was, and how her weight distributed across its surface and pressing down into the mattress. She noticed that her belly and breasts were still swaying slightly. She could also feel that her arms and chin seemed to be wobbling as well. She repeated the wiggle and couldn't help but laugh at how absurd this all was.
The laughter completely took over her body, every where she was bouncing and jiggling, and the more she laughed, the more her body jiggled, and the more her body jiggled, the more she laughed. It fell into a rhythm that Lillian found mesmerising. She'd never felt anything like it before, it was simply incredible. It took her a few moments to calm down.
With a wriggling motion she finally dropped to the floor with a reverberating thud. She felt all the weight of her body catch up a moment later, and it knocked her off balance for a moment before she finally got her footing. Now that she was standing, Lillian could feel the entire weight of her body pressing into her joints. Again she had the odd sensation of her body being alien, yet comfortable.
She began walking towards the dresser to put something on when she realised that she couldn't walk. She looked down and smiled, remembering her view was entirely blocked by her fat. She leaned over a little bit to catch a glimpse of her legs, but she couldn't really see anything but the flesh of her upper body. She concentrated on shifting her weight and made a small, awkward step. Even though it sent some interesting shockwaves through her body, it just didn't feel right, even with everything else going wrong this morning, she knew that wasn't how to take a step. She relaxed and let her body move itself. Lillian was surprised to find that rather than going forward, her legs and feet moved at an angle. In amazement she headed over to the dresser, slowly, her body swaying side to side more than up and down.
Finally she reached the mirror and Lillian saw someone in the mirror. At first she was reminded of seeing her mother when she was little, but looking closer, yes, it was Lillian, not her mother. She could see the eyes and mouth were clearly hers. Her hair was the familiar tangle of long black locks she had each morning. Even though she recognised her face, it was not her face. Plump cheeks rounded out her normally angular face. A soft stretch of flesh formed a double chin that obscured her neck. Lower down she could see broad round shoulders extending across the top of her body, replacing the powerful well defined deltoids and clearly visible clavicles. Further on she could see the massive breasts which had blocked her view earlier. Now she knew why some people referred to them as melons, hers hung like enormous watermelons atop her stomach. The stomach was big beyond believe, it folded over itself forming a few rolls, and it was so large that she couldn't see the bottom of it in her waist high mirror. She could see that it expanded far out to her sides, forcing her arms to rest on it at an angle, rather than hanging loosely.
She moved a little bit, just to make sure it was in fact her reflection she saw and not something else. She smiled, her reflection smiled back. She winked, her reflection winked back. She waved and, seeing her reflection raise its arm, she saw how big her arm was as it wobbled back and forth with her waving. She would swear that her upper arm was further around than her waist. At least, further around than her waist had been.
Lillian went through the motions of getting ready: brushing her teeth and hair, getting dressed, makeup. The whole experience continued the feelings she'd been having all morning, that everything was all right, except for the fact she was clearly very very fat. She kept thinking she should be feeling like an awkward pathetic oaf, but she didn't. She felt warm, happy and confident. She felt like rather than driving at something to achieve perfection, she simply needed to let perfection happen.
She slowly made her way down the stairs. Normally she would bound down the stairs, taking them two or three at a time. She took them one at a time, very slowly as she planted a food and regained balance on each step. Rather than wish she could just get down there, she was enjoying the subtle movements of her body; all her muscles working in coordination to keep her balanced, all her fat moving and rippling with each movement. She could feel her muscles flexing and adjusting to her ever moving weight so she could keep balanced. Each step felt like a miracle to her, and she was almost sorry to reach the bottom and begin waddling to the kitchen.
She could hear someone, probably her husband Rob, moving around in the kitchen. She paused. Her husband Rob? She'd met Rob a few years ago, they'd dated, and while they had fun, they never really seemed to connect. They ran into each other from time to time, but... they were barely friends. She wished they had connected, and she felt he felt the same way. It came down to time. Rob wanted to spend more time with her, but with Lillian always working out, it just never seemed to happen.
Along with hearing Rob in the kitchen, she could smell the bacon that was cooking, and she knew there would be eggs, sausage, toast, hashbrowns, muffins and some fresh fruit waiting for her. Lillian's mouth began to water and for the first time all morning she really did wish her body would just hurry up and get her into the kitchen.
She sat down heavily as Rob laid out the food in front of her. She adjusted in her seat, sliding back and forth as her belly settled between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. There was a lot of food in front of her, and there was part of her wondering why there was enough to feed an army. Another part of Lillian was hoping that more was coming.
After clearing her plate she began to fill it up again and used this time to finally speak with Rob. "I had the craziest dream last night. I dreamed that it was a few years ago, you know, before we were dating?"
"Dating the first time or the second time Lil?" he asked, pulling some cinnamon buns out of the oven which made Lillian's heart flutter with anticipation.
"Um, I don't really remember that part of the dream. I was so skinny though, you remember how skinny I was?" He nodded and she quickly worked through a second helping of bacon and eggs along with some fruit and a couple of muffins. "Can you believe that I actually thought I was happy like that?"
She sat back with her hands folded across her stomach. All the food was gone, her stomach was full, and now she was happy.
// posted by Charlotte @ 5:18:00 PM 
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Awsome story, I love it!!! Keep going with the rest of it. It is a mesmerizing story.
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