Belinda squeezed into the bathroom, her ample hips barely fitting through the doorway. She was having trouble
thinking straight; all she could think to do was take a shower or eat more pears, and she was already in the
bathroom, so shower it was.
She pulled her loose, somewhat damp white tank top of her torso with ease. She wore no bra underneath, for she
literally had no breasts whatsoever. Luckily, she was wearing flip flops, so she didn't have to bend down to
take her shoes off; it would have been impossible with her new assets anyway. As she undid the button on the
remains of her shorts, Belinda thought that something was very wrong, but the fog in her mind had yet to fully
dissipate, so her portly ass went unnoticed.
She pulled the tattered shorts off with ease, but then came the more arduous task of removing her panties.
They had held up much better than her shorts, stretching and expanding along with Belinda's ass and hips.
Still, they were at their limit, tight around her love handles and stuck in between her butt cheeks like a
thong. Belinda idly reached around and tried to pull on the cloth, but no cigar; the underpants were simply
too tight. Frustrated, she tried grabbing the sides buried in her thighs with no more success. Her legs were
too thick for her to get a hold.
"Screw it..." She mumbled to herself. Not caring about her panties anymore, Belinda stepped into the shower,
eager to get herself washed up.
The shower was fortunately very spacious, allowing Belinda to step inside with little problem. However, her
swollen butt and thighs still managed to bump and scrape the walls as she moved, wide as they were. She turned
on the water and picked up the bar of soap, rubbing it on her body. Suds appeared from the lathering and she
brought one soapy hand to her face, wondering how on earth it got so sticky...
Belinda washed her torso and arms with no problem (and internally laughed at those poor sucker with huge tits-
they probably took a ton of soap to clean). She moved onto her legs and felt a surprising amount of softness;
a lot of softness, in fact.
The warm shower was slowly dissolving the fog in her mind; she could tell something was very wrong now. She
quickly finished washing her legs, not bothering with her mammoth backside. There wouldn't be enough soap to
cover it anyway. She hopped half-clean out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around herself... or she
tried to. For some reason, the towel stopped and pooled around her waist, like something was blocking it...
As Belinda walked over to the large mirror over the spacious sink, her mind finally cleared from the effects
of the magic pear. In the mirror, her damp hair and wet torso seemed to be normal, with the towel covering
her. It was her lower half that caused her to scream.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Belinda howled.
"Belinda, dear? Are you alright?" She heard her mother Janice call from downstairs.
"I-I'm fine! Don't come up here!" Belinda yelled back.
Her hips looked packed with blubber, huge and jiggly. Belinda experimentally tried poking her thigh and was
horrified at how far her finger sunk in; she seemed to have gained nothing but pure fat. She hastily turned
around, terrified at what she knew she'd see. Looking over her shoulder into the mirror, she saw her
tremendous ass, vast and round and still jiggling from her sudden movement. The lardy mass stuck out a good
two feet from her body, wider than a beach ball and leading into even wider hips. With revulsion, she
tentatively reached back and lightly smacked her obese backside. Her tanned booty shook and wobbled like
jelly, qualifying as booty-licious by any standards.
"What... what the hell happened to me?!" Belinda hissed, trying to keep quiet. She couldn't understand how her
expansion could have happened, or even when. In fact, most of her day was a blur; the only thing she could
remember was...
"That old asshole! He must have done this!" She said, remembering the sweet shop and the eccentric owner.
Somehow, he cursed her or something, and now she'd gained a ton of weight straight to her ass!
Angrily, she was about to open the bathroom door and storm out to the sweet shop, but froze. What if someone
saw her? What would people think? What would her mom say? Belinda knew she had to fix this somehow, but how
could she do it without people seeing her...?