But as you look at yourself in the mirror you see that you are fat. Horribly fat. Terrifyingly more so than you were before. No wonder you felt strange! Saying you were 'big' doesn't even cover it! Your gut is a paunchy belly overflowing the tunic given by the fairy. As for the belt, you cannot even see it! Not even the small knife. In fact, this belt just feels uncomfortable and restricting. You simply take it off. Good. You can breathe better. Except if you feel more free, it just releases more folds of fat. You are a pudgy fatso! Your girth is plainly that of an obese person! Your slender frame is gone, absolutely reduced to not even a shadow of itself. Your face is not spared. It is also infinitely pudgier than before. You now have humongous jowls. Nothing about you is slim or fit anymore. Your chest and abdomen are just vast surfaces of soft, hairless skin. Because apart from your head and eyebrows, your skin is completely smooth. Even... Even you crotch! You cannot see your privates anymore but you touch it and feel it tentatively. Not only are they tiny, similar to a baby's, with a puny scrotum and useless penis, just good for peeing, but with absolutely no pubes at all! And your folds of fat just bulge from everywhere on your body. It seems that your body is made of thick pillows, including your arms that wriggles with flaps of doughy flesh. You appear to have inflated like a balloon. A big ball, that is what you now are. Your flesh is very soft, though, like that of a woman. An obese woman, of course. Your butt, hips and tummy are just masses of flesh, and you see to your horror that you have massive man boobs. Oh no! The dreaded man boobs! Yours can compete easily with appetising real breasts from actual women! Your jowls quiver and your neck is wide and wobbly. As much as the rest of your body. Your body is heavy and your gut ridiculous. You try to move a little but you can actually feel your fat belly and massive butt cheeks jiggle. You are a fat pile of soft jelly. Your buttocks have swelled to a double bubble of adipose cells. Your thighs ripple with fat. Your palms are chubby and both your toes and fingers are akin to little sausages. You jiggle from all over. It's not a double belly that you have but many layers and folds of fat! Your skin and fat are jutting from all sides. You are wide and plump and poking your fat, your are impressed at how voluminous it is. You can only waddle and your folds of fat wobble in rhythm.
"What did you do to me?" you shout at the fairy.
"I made you adorable," she answers.
"Adorable? To whom? I am fat! I cannot fly with this weight!"
"Well, not adorable to me, of course," she says simply.
"To whom, then?" you demand in frustration.
"He's waiting for you. He's a friend," she answers, pushing you down a long leaf to the bottom of the flower.
You shout out in fright but you end up straight in the arms of a fay creature. An odd one, who has no wings and resembles more a caterpillar, what with its numerous arms.It seizes you within his many arms, your back to his belly. His belly is actually akin to rubber foam. Blows at it result in nothing at all. You try to fight against the monstrous caterpillar's hold but you quickly feel sluggish and very tired.
"Here he is. Happy?" says Belle to the monster.
"Very. Thank you. He is very cute," grins the monster. "He looks perfect."
"Try him then."
The caterpillar then proceeds to tickle you. You gasp and then roars in laughter. With his many fingers the monster kneads your skin, trying to touch every nerve. With his long nails he scrapes and brushes any surface he can reach, taking a particular delight in in seeing your toes wriggle and your body quiver. You are racked with spasms and your armpits are the prime target of the caterpillar's tickling torture. The caterpillar grins and says "coochey coochey coo" over and over again. The soles of your feet and your toes are next to be the victims of the monster's tickling assaults. He says he cannot wait to try out feathers and little brushes on you and in spite of your giggles you can only be very frightened as to what that monster has in store for you. He even brings your feet to his mouth and he covers them in kisses, marvelling at your ticklish toes. Your fat wriggles furiously and you can only shriek in laughter as the caterpillar and fairy discuss your future life. The caterpillar reiterates his opinion that you are just the cutest. He will love pampering you and molly-coddling you to the extreme, tickling you until you became silly and a real little sweet baby. He says you are perfect, the perfect tickle toy. The perfect tickle doll. The monster then caresses you under the chin, chucking you there like a real baby. His fingers wriggle and press upon your fat with the same dexterity as a pianist's. Your butt cheeks are brushed lightly and pinched playfully.
"You really do like him," smiles Belle.
"Oh, I already have a soft spot for him," laughs the caterpillar, kissing you noisily on the cheek.
And he then adds:
"And I cannot wait to discover all of his!"
The fairy giggles at his humorous words. When the caterpillar at long last stops tickling you, you are exhausted and breathless. The caterpillar then spins a cocoon around you. When he is done, you are wrapped in silk that is impossible to tear. Only your head and feet stick out. The caterpillar throws you over his shoulder and says goodbye to Belle. He tickles your feet all the way to his home, telling you of all the fun you're both going to have.
And he does have fun with you. Quickly you have to accept being treated like a baby. The caterpillar adores dressing you as a baby, with thick diapers, booties and bonnets. The frillier the outfit the better. You cannot do much against it because your mobility is that of a baby anyway, what with all this fat. When you first arrived at his house, a surprise awaited. A table was set with porridge, milk, cream, fruit puree, cakes and other sugary treats. All were in bottles and bowls with cartoon or cute characters, with spoons to match.
"Here, let's start with the milk," said the monster happily, seizing the object with one of his numerous arms.
The caterpillar fed you copiously. And he does it all the time. All this feeding and being treated like a baby makes you weak-willed and prone to act like an actual baby. You wonder when the tickling torture and pampering with its baths, walks in a pram or in a stroller and helpless feeding will stop or if you should surrender to this new life.