Flight of the Valkyrie 4

Krystal was in bliss, each wonderful cup of chocolaty heaven running smoothly down her throat. It didn’t even dawn on her that perhaps she should have paid more attention to the old adage that the better the food tastes, the worse it is for you. With each cup that she chugged down, the creamy confection ran down her thoat, pooling into her stomach with a comforting warmth that spread throughout her body. As it did, pounds flowed onto her frame at an alarming rate, straining her dress as it struggled to contain her expanding form. Her belly, already bloated from her snacking, ballooned out into a round horizon. Its soft girth sloshing as each gulp poured more and more of the sugary nectar into its widening form. As her ballooning midsection expanded out at a prodigous rate, its upper hemisphere supported her swelling bust, her breasts struggling against the failing fabric as they pushed outward with each breath, keeping their new size instead of shrinking back down. Almost as if trying to balance her out, her hips widened to support her increasing weight, her dress riding up as her booty inflated and her thighs pressed against each other as their circumference grew at a steady rate.
Eventually the inevitable happened, and something gave way. Her dress, needing to relieve the pressure somehow, snapped at the collar, her mountainous cleavage almost seeming to quicken in the rate it expanded with its constraints relieved. Krystal yelped in surprise, instinctively reaching to grab the remains of the cloth to hold them up, dropping the cup and finally noticing something was wrong. She gasped in surprise as she found herself barely able to reach in front of her, two massive spheres occupying the space in front of her. Shock and confusion battled for dominance in her mind as she slowly looked down.
Peering down past the outline of her swelled asseets, she made out the mound of her belly, and shrieked at the realization at how huge she had somehow gotten. She stumbled backwards, as if she could get away from what was happening to her. In doing so, she found another shock as her rump coushened her against the wall. She jumped again, her form jiggling and swaying with the motion, as she turned in place attempting to take stock ofher widening body.
“HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING!?”
The exclemation came as she squeezed her spherical midline, her fingers sinking into the new padding. Krystal shook her head fiercely, fighting down thoughts of how comfortable and soft it felt, and stumbled forward, barely able to recover her balance as her weight shifted and sloshed with the momentum. She fell against the wall as she recovered, her side cushioning the blow, though the movement shifted her dress further up, exposing the rest of her posterior as it bounced off the wall.
A grimmace of fear crossed her face as she once again struggled to pull her dress over her. Her hemline refused to go back down, but with work she could barely pull her straps over exposed chest, her assests overflowing the dress in all directions.
Unable to remain where she was in her rapidly growing form, she made for the door to escape, stumbling side to side as she struggled to overcome the momentum of her new ballast. The hall seemed far longer then before with the increased effort it took to move her frame, but she finally neared the end. As she approached the corner, however, she found a new obstical in her path. Down the hall she could hear voices, and a new spike of fear gripped her at the thought of being discovered. In her panic she turned and searched for shelter. Spying a door with ‘Dressing Room’ stenciled over it’s window, she dashed through and pulled it shut, fumbling with the lock for a moment before moving to the side, trying to find a place to stand that would somehow hide her fattened form.
As she sat on the floor, her eyes drifted around the room. A room, she realized, was filled with clothes of all types and sizes. Perhaps she could at least find something she didn’t need to hold just to keep on.
A semblance of a plan in place, she heaved her heavy form back up, doing her best to ignore her panic induced hunger pangs as she searched for something to wear.

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