Ellie's Sofa *Break* (Patreon)

Eleanor huffed, brushing sweat from her brow, the scent of bleach and lemon lingering from her frenzied day of housework. The afternoon sun slanted through her faded floral curtains, casting a golden glow on her modest lounge. 

The roast was still hours from done so she took a moment to fall back on the sofa and take a deserved break. 

“I swear,” she muttered, sinking deeper into the sofa, “if I have to vacuum that shag rug one more time...”

Lately, Eleanor had been thinking about getting a job. Not out of necessity, Your job at the factory paid just fine, but because she was bored stiff. Her days felt like a loop of dishes, dusting, and daytime TV. She wanted something more. Something different.

She spied the box of chocolates she had discovered behind the empty cake tins in one of the kitchen cupboards. Old-fashioned, ribbon-tied, with gold foil edges. Funny, she didn’t remember buying them. Maybe you had picked them up as a surprise and forgotten? Or was planning something sweet for their anniversary?

“Well,” she sighed, reaching for the box, “if he didn’t want me finding them, he should’ve hid them better.”

With a snap of the lid, the scent of rich cocoa hit her like a warm hug. Just one wouldn’t hurt. She deserved it, after all. Eleanor picked out a round, glossy truffle and popped it into her mouth.

A strange glow wrapped itself around her. The effect was immediate.

Her sofa creaked. 

No, groaned. 

Her silk blouse transformed into an ill-fitting vest that strained across a swelling belly. Soft rolls began to pour over the waistband of her slacks. Her arms puffed out, thighs plumped, and her face rounded with a jowly softness.

“Oh my god!!” she gasped, looking down at her swollen gut and lifted her vest to expose her now huge, wobbling belly. 

She tried to get up but the weight and size of her humongous ass pulled her back into the sofa. Finally, rocking herself back and forth, she managed to get up. Her breath was short and she felt her fattened body warm, and clammy from the effort. She walked… nope…waddled to the hallway mirror. Her reflection was utterly transformed. She was lush, wide-hipped, gloriously obese.

She touched her cheek in awe. “What on earth...?”

Then slowly and with more effort waddled in a half circle to check out her double gut, her back rolls and a shelf-like ass that would have trouble getting through the front door. 

A strange sense of pride overwhelmed her. 

It wasn’t the change she was looking for… but boy! Did she look good! Sort of… unavoidable. 

Impossible to hide in the suburbs now! Impossible to hide in an interview waiting room either! 

With the confidence this new body gave her, she’d climb from secretary to CEO in no time. 

Then, a grin slowly bloomed, a huge crease appearing between her chins and cheek dimples.

If one chocolate did this...

Her gaze flicked back to the box on the table.

“Well, I suppose housework can wait,” she murmured, her voice already deeper. She swayed back to the sofa with a wobble in her hips and a hunger in her eye.

Eleanor sat down again, carefully this time. She grunted as she landed.., and heard the sofa crack at the frame.

She recalled this would be the third sofa this year! 

Knowing this was a common feature of being as large as she was, she shrugged and reached for another chocolate.

And another.

And another.

After all, a woman of her super sexy size demanded to be spoiled. You’d learn all about that when you arrived home later.